tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42795312693608873412024-03-13T12:05:25.635+11:00Cuter Than Ur Bum, Smarter Than Ur BrainThis Life of Mine.These Loves of Mine.CuterThanYourBumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00992892501145890457noreply@blogger.comBlogger95125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279531269360887341.post-17082252759384684182011-07-28T10:55:00.000+10:002011-07-28T10:55:19.993+10:00Emails? No. Spam!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">So,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I haven't been here for a while.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">All the same, I have not checked my Hotmail since either.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">(About a year ago, the boyf convinced me to switch over to Gmail, and amazingly, junk emails never appear in my inbox. I've been converted. To get in touch, I am still using the same username) </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I find myself deleting over 15 pages of Junk Mail. Then I turn to my inbox and carefully select all the spam mails from acquaintances. Sadly, these were the people whom I used to share fun emails with back in my school and college days. Now, I see their names pop up every now and then in my email inbox, sending me junk email. In their defense, I am sure their emails got hacked and they did not intentionally send me emails for the best drugs, etc.. Grin. At least the positive side of me would like to think so.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">It is just funny how I spend more time deleting emails than reading them these days.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Xx</span><br />
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</span>CuterThanYourBumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00992892501145890457noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279531269360887341.post-35489543875935131872011-01-27T23:13:00.000+11:002011-01-27T23:13:33.426+11:001, 2, 3.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Being home, I realized that ...</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div><ol><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I love driving in Malaysia because I don't have to stare at the speedometer all the time! Literally.</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I still don't like driving in general.</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I don't miss the morning prayers- especially if I woken up too early in the morning (which is inevitable, seeing that my body is working 3 hours ahead in time).</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I like the idea of food being readily available whenever and however I like it.</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Love the attention I'm getting from all of my friends!</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Food, is the essence of my life. </span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">My family and the boyf comes in next in line. Grin.</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I am happy being different, and have always strife to be different even as a child, and will continue to do the same for the rest of my life.</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I don't miss the heat & humidity BUT I like how I don't have to moisturize every hour of the day!</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I was too naive to have thought that 3 weeks was enough.<br />
</span></li>
</ol><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">On another token, I am reminded that ...</span></div></div><div><ol><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I truly love the sister.</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I am loved by her.</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I am also loved by our self-proclaimed brother, Mr. CWC.</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">There is no place like home.</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I am loved.</span></li>
</ol><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Xx.</span></div></div>CuterThanYourBumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00992892501145890457noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279531269360887341.post-10007591825581736252011-01-21T11:14:00.005+11:002011-01-21T11:14:00.108+11:00There is no place like home.I am HOME.<br />
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To all of you Malaysians who are still abroad, here's my time to shine!<br />
Nasi lemak, assam laksa, yummy chinese seafood, nyonya cuisine, HERE I COME. <br />
You got your chance to make me envious while I was away, so here's me shoving it back to your faces. Grin.<br />
<br />
Back for a couple of weeks to spend some time with the family, celebrate the sister's birthday and CNY, and just to catch up with friends and relatives. I can't wait to start shopping in <strike>proper</strike> better malls, and to spend in Ringgit. Lol.<br />
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So, if you're reading this, call me! <br />
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Xx.<br />
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P.S. Still using the same Maxis number.<br />
P.P.S Missing the boyf already =( Damnit.CuterThanYourBumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00992892501145890457noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279531269360887341.post-53992551020599995372011-01-20T23:15:00.003+11:002011-01-20T23:15:01.625+11:00Indifference.<span style="font-size: small;">I have been abroad for so many months, and I've learned so much.</span><br />
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</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">The one thing I have learned to appreciate is, individuality. It's not easy adapting, being brought up in a collectivistic society and I am not saying I'm a complete 'my life is my own'. As I've said before, I'm not too embarrassed to admit that I am somewhat unhealthily attached to my loved ones. But, being in Australia has taught me one thing. To pursue whatever I want in life without reservations- just because I'm entitled to do what ever the hell I want. Even if it'll screw my life upside down.</span><br />
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</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">What affects me most, and it is something I am trying to overcome is that, it is the ones closest to me who do not bother to support my decisions and actions. I am not hurt and I am not upset, I am rather disappointed at those who doesn't even bother to TRY and accept me for who I am. Family, I accept. But friends, those who grew up with you side-by-side and decides to abandon you at their own conveniences just because they have moved on or you're not good enough for them anymore. How, fake. I've always genuinely loved my friends, and you know who you are. But it is most disappointing when you do not support my decisions in life. Is it envy? Or superiority? Is it because I've decided to take a "road less taken?". It's bloody cheesy, but it is so damned true. Have you out-casted me because of distance or because I am not doing what you're doing anymore?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">Tell me, what is the cause of your indifference?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">When was the last time you even checked out my blog?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">Not a single one bother to leave a comment, even if it is to insult the hell out of me. </span><br />
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</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">How did we end up here?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">How do we go back to when there was no envy, just genuine laughter, happiness, love and joy?</span><br />
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</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">Xx.</span>CuterThanYourBumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00992892501145890457noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279531269360887341.post-38213293771754495332011-01-20T01:21:00.002+11:002011-01-20T01:21:00.484+11:00In and Out<span style="font-size: small;">I feel hemmed in.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: small;">Why is it that people ask questions with expectations to hear what they want to hear?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">-You're not always going to get the answer that you want.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">Fact is, everybody is different. And each individual is responsible for his or her own life, ergo, they are free to make their own choices. Even if he plans to screw his own life to hell. It is NONE OF YOUR GODDAMN BUSINESS.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">Now, that is<span style="font-size: large;"> </span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">i</span><span style="font-size: large;">ndividuality</span></b>.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">What does that mean? </span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">-Plainly, that not everyone is going to agree with you and you shouldn't expect everyone to agree with you. </span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: small;">And if you think that I am screwing my life apart, then tyvm for your concern but I think I am mature enough to decide on what I want to do with my life. I'll be more than happy to hear your opinions and I'm open to learn from your mistakes, BUT, you have<b> no right to judge</b> me. More so, you have no right to judge my parents for their parenting. Because, despite your gracious life now, you made mistakes too. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">I believe that I'm blessed for what I have today and the people I have with me. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">My point is, if I have to be completely honest and with all due respect I do not have the answers that you'd like to hear. So, either you be open to hear me out or don't bother asking me questions. Just smile and we'll pretend we've gotten past that stage. </span> <br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Thank you.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Xx.</span>CuterThanYourBumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00992892501145890457noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279531269360887341.post-22221938597706300632011-01-19T19:27:00.002+11:002011-01-19T19:27:00.581+11:00Psych HubI have mentioned this before, I need a project.<br />
<br />
And I have finally decided on one. <br />
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An <b>informative </b>blog. I've been tortured so badly as a university student, that after I left, the torment left me with scars and the need to continue working and thinking like a student - to research and write.<br />
<br />
Right now, I don't see myself giving up on this blog, in fact I'd like to write more.<br />
It is an avenue for me to voice out things as a matter of opinion or just about life in general.<br />
<br />
However, I came across a website that allows me to create hubs on specific topics, and I'd like to try that out.<br />
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I have already started posting on it, so do check it out <a class="twitter-timeline-link" href="http://hubpages.com/t/1f5041" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">http://hubpages.com/t/1f5041</a><br />
It is of course, a Psychology based hub.<br />
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Haven't you realize? Psychology is just about everywhere these days!<br />
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I am still developing it, and pretty much just trying out the website.<br />
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In the meantime, be patient with me.<br />
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Xx.CuterThanYourBumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00992892501145890457noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279531269360887341.post-27995549245236772172011-01-19T14:03:00.000+11:002011-01-19T01:20:15.427+11:00Help!<span style="font-size: small;">So,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">I'm really new at this. Like, really.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">So, out of genuine curiosity, </span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><b>What would you <span style="color: blue;">like</span> </b><b>to read</b> every time you check into this blog? </span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><u>Scandals?</u></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">I'm just not 'busy' enough to actually develop scandals in my life.</span><br />
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</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><u>Gossip?</u></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">I suppose I could do that, but I have never really even been that much of a busybody myself. Frankly, that is one of the reasons why I did not enroll myself into a Counseling Psychology course. I'm just not really that interested in other peoples' lives. At least not the intimate and private issues. If you need to keep it to yourself, by all means, feel free to omit.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><u><br />
</u></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><u>Reviews?</u></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">Fair enough, I can definitely do that. But, I'd like to think that I'm more creative than technical. So, if you're like to me review or give my <i>personal</i> technical feedback on gadgets and stuff, I suppose I could.. Learn. In my defense though, I like to believe that I'm more technical than most of those who share my gender. Grin. If you think otherwise, just keep it to yourself. This is one of those things where I'd like to be ignorant.</span><br />
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</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><u>My personal life?</u></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">Now, there's only so much I can talk about myself. I wouldn't want to take over Napolean's title, after all. But in all seriousness, I have always been very open about my opinions, no reservations whatsoever. And you'd know about it if you know me. As for my very own life, I'm as open as I am until I'm not.</span><br />
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</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><u>Photos?</u></span> <br />
<span style="font-size: small;">Are you one of those who just scrolls through every blog saved in your list and won't read blog posts unless there are photo updates like tabloids? Lol. I do that sometimes. No big.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">Photo updates are interesting and my snapshots will be up soon. Grin.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">I have <strike>an excuse</strike> a very valid reason though. My photos are uploaded to the external hard drive, that doesn't seem to work on Macs. And since the Macs are the only computer that are at this point 'usable' in my opinion, I have no idea how to upload photos. All will be well soon. Talk about not being able to review technology. Grin.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Xx.</span>CuterThanYourBumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00992892501145890457noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279531269360887341.post-45879197603635967372011-01-18T23:33:00.000+11:002011-01-19T00:35:00.172+11:00CAKE<span style="font-size: small;">I just watched a movie that inspired me to live this life. For the moment.</span><br />
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</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><b>Cake. </b></span><br />
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</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">Mainly, it highlights the idea of being free- a travel journalist who has to settle to help her father by being an editor for one of his many magazines. In my humble opinion, it managed to zoom into the view of a person who sets her own rules and all the dramas she had to go through in order to do 'what is expected of her'.</span><br />
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</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">As the movie develops, I feel like it is speaking to me because it is so much like my life right now. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">In fact, at some point a character actually said to her,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">"Your grammar sucks, but you're <b>creative</b>. Figure it out!',</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">of which the boyf immediately turned to me and said,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">"Hey baby, that's you!". -_-</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">I was raised to plan for a stable life. Something that guarantees you a 'comfortable' life. I don't plan to defy that, but in the meantime I'd like to deviate a little bit to do something else.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">And I really want to do this. Write.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">I just need the right equipments - inspiration and tools that actually work.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Xx.</span>CuterThanYourBumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00992892501145890457noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279531269360887341.post-70954507262601270272011-01-11T14:01:00.000+11:002011-01-14T14:06:46.397+11:00Rigid.<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; font-size: small;">It has been such a long time since I felt like blogging. Mainly because, I don't know what to talk about.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; font-size: small;">For one, I'd like to think that my life is going the way I planned. But it's not.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; font-size: small;">Secondly, I know that when I want something, I want it now, and there's no negotiation. And the thing about wanting to pursue dreams is that, we need patience. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; font-size: small;">Another thing I lack.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; font-size: small;"> </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; font-size: small;">I have wanted to be a clinical psychologist ever since I first tried it out as a lowly intern. And I believe I have what it takes to be one. I suppose the university professors think otherwise because I've been rejected from almost every university I've applied to. You have no idea how demotivated I feel right now, because I am not used to being rejected or thought unworthy of something. If I want something, I always made sure I'm good enough to get it. Clearly not.</span><br />
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</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; font-size: small;">It makes me wonder if it has anything to do with the fact that I was not educated in Australia, per se. That my degree was from a local, albeit private Malaysian university is unfortunately, not at par with the Australian standards. But what about the accreditation from the Australian Psychological Society? Isn't that good enough for you?.. Or that I do hold a scroll from Lancaster University, as well? </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; font-size: small;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; font-size: small;">I do not regret pursuing a 'local' degree (from a Malaysian perspective), because I have experienced a life changing course, learned the skills needed to survive in this big, bad world, and have, made friends with not only my peers but with my educators. I believe that I would not be the way I am today, thinking and making judgments as I do, speaking as you see me do if it wasn't for what I have obtained if not by the piece of scrolled-up paper we call a degree, then by the teachings and exposure I was fortunate enough to experience.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; font-size: small;"> </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; font-size: small;">In some ways or another, I believe that there are a series of events in the past that could only lead up to where I am standing right now, or rather, sitting, if you must (I don't really make it a habit to type standing). But I'd hate to admit that there is nothing I can do right now to change my circumstances.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; font-size: small;">I do not believe that only educational institutions dictate who is good enough and who isn't, for the very fact that these decisions of who is in and who is out were not made fairly. How is it decided who would be good enough to make your faculty proud? By assessing solely based on our exam results or rather, academic ratings? How is that fair when the educational system is so different, thereby requiring students to study in different manners, depending on which part of the world you're in. In that case, I think it is fair to bring to mind that one person would definitely be better than others one way than the other. Some believe in MCQ's while the other institution does not even have a single MCQ, forcing the students to memorize all their textbooks and journals to regurgitate everything out again as whole essays. In the end, who is the judge that my A's are better than your A's? To which system owns this superiority?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; font-size: small;">All I am saying is, give the individual a chance to prove himself or herself worthy of what they want because everything is subjective. Why succumb to the vicious cycle of rigidness in a system that would only be the end of us. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; font-size: small;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; font-size: small;">Why all this rigidity?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; font-size: small;">Xx. </span>CuterThanYourBumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00992892501145890457noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279531269360887341.post-79553498385632443722011-01-03T22:45:00.001+11:002011-01-03T22:45:21.994+11:00Resolutions<p>Every turn of a new year, most of us would be cracking our brains and scratching our heads to figure out a long list of resolutions- some sort of a change within and about ourselves that we’d like to make for the new year. We all grow up and we all mature as the months pass us by and then we say we’d like to make a change. If you are anything like me then, by the end of January I’d forget everything I have decided to do for the year. </p> <p>This year, however, I am determined to do something different.</p> <p>Instead of making a change of myself, I’d like to make a change for others. </p> <p>In 2010, I started on a project I’d like to continue on in my life, but as my current situation doesn’t allow me to do so, I’m going to start on something “closer to home”, in a manner of speaking. I’d like to light the fire in old friendships, keep in touch with those I’ve lost touch with over the years (I’m hardly proud to admit this because of all the technological ways I could have kept in touch with said persons), and just to keep the conversation going among friends. </p> <p>And I’m going to start with Facebook.</p> <p>So, ready or not, old friends, here I come knocking on the door of your FB inbox.</p> <p>Xx.</p> <p>P.s. I’d also like to make new ones (in the old-fashioned manner – and I mean in a f2f kind of way).</p> CuterThanYourBumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00992892501145890457noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279531269360887341.post-8362532365895320482010-12-26T20:10:00.001+11:002010-12-28T20:27:18.611+11:00My Christmas!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span>Christmas was anything but dull, this year.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I celebrated it with the boyf's family and it was bliss. Mainly because of his kid half-sister, who is btw, adorable. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Morning call was at 6.30 in the a.m., of course, with the little one jamming her way through our room door. If that wasn't bad enough, her brother decided to shout at her.. Which inevitably woke me up till I absolutely cannot find a way get back into my REM cycle. So, to the lounge we went, half asleep and hair undone, in our PJ's and dragging ourselves to where the family was gathered.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Under the Christmas tree were presents, evidently enough for 40 people. But nope, there were about 45 presents to be shared among 7 people. Grin. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Best Christmas ever! I'd post pictures of them once I've figured out a way to photoshop the people out. It is, after all, a family function and unfortunately for you, this means that there were kids and the aged involved. As such, it is a private affair, yo! </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Nevertheless, have a very merry berry Christmas! </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">(Hey, I believe in the whole 12 days of Christmas bonanza, and frankly, so should you!)</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Anywayyy... Happy Holidays from down under!!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Xx.</span>CuterThanYourBumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00992892501145890457noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279531269360887341.post-85093236975217481942010-12-19T16:04:00.001+11:002010-12-19T16:04:25.404+11:00All I want for Christmas, well, among other things.<p>I’m on a holiday right now. I’ve been on holiday for a verry, verry, long time.</p> <p>Now, for those of you who don’t know me- I am not a bum. I really don’t want to be a bum. Neither do I enjoy being a bum.. I haven’t been doing much of anything that contributes to society <font color="#323232"><strike>or</strike> AND most of</font> myself for the past few months. But I have been trying to get myself somewhere when the new year starts.</p> <p>Ladies and gentlemen, I am currently unemployed because I really want to pursue a postgraduate degree. Now, whilst I really want to achieve this milestone in life, let it be known that it is also necessary to get this damn degree because society dictates that without this damn piece of paper, you’re worth nothing.</p> <p>As a result, I cannot get a job. And without this job experience, these universities don’t seem to want to accept me as their Clinical Psychology student. And if I don’t get accepted as a student and graduate from a university with this specific training, nobody wants to hire me. Talk about a “<font color="#323232"><strong>chicken or egg</strong></font>” problem. FML -_-</p> <p>I have attended a few interviews and I have yet to be contacted by several other universities, apart from those who has rejected me, apparently for my lack of experience in this area. One other university was not impressed by my results, so that is fair enough. But to say I lack experience is just plain unfair because nobody is willing to let me work my way up or observe their work. So I suppose all my volunteering work in an intellectual disability centre was in vain. FML.</p> <p>And that, is the update of my current life. I’m keeping my fingers crossed that I’ll get some good news before Christmas. Heck, I just need ONE good news, and I’ll be a happy girl for the rest of my life.. Or something like that. </p> <p>And that, Santa, is all I want for Christmas, this year.</p> <p>Xx.</p> CuterThanYourBumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00992892501145890457noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279531269360887341.post-37358933066548068992010-11-26T19:22:00.002+11:002010-11-26T19:22:00.117+11:00My Sunshine!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Today is a special day because it's one of my darlingest friend's birthday!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">We've been friends for over 10 years now, and although we've had our ups and downs throughout these years, I daresay my life would have been less cheerful without her. Over our years in school and over 2 years being inseparable because we were in the same class, I'd have to say she's one of those I miss being with most.. Despite the distance, she always manage to make me smile with her silliness on fb and msn and the such. Unfortunately, she doesn't have SKYPE yet !! (oyh woman, get skype!! Or do I have to do it for you!!? You know I will.. ). Somehow she knows when I'm feeling down the most and manages to send sweet messages online to light up my day! </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">So here's to you!</span><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Happy Birthday, my dearest Lay Ean!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
Wish I was there to celebrate it with you..</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v375/153/114/555936776/n555936776_1439802_5956.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v375/153/114/555936776/n555936776_1439802_5956.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
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</span></span>CuterThanYourBumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00992892501145890457noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279531269360887341.post-69465889071836979922010-11-25T23:15:00.000+11:002010-11-26T11:22:47.877+11:00BBQ @ Mordialloc Beach!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">The other day I decided that I needed to hit the beach.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">And that I really wanted some hotdogs!</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Therefore, I planned some BBQ moments on the beach with some friends.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">As Sheldon Cooper would say </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">But I mean, it really made sense to me, at that time, to have a BBQ on the beach.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">So, I gathered my peoples and checked the weather forecast for a good sun-shiny day. As it turned out, it was the ONLY sun-shiny day last week in Melbourne. ptl. Grin.</span><br />
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</span></span>CuterThanYourBumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00992892501145890457noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279531269360887341.post-50273750302645049202010-10-31T22:30:00.001+11:002010-10-31T22:30:42.880+11:00Of Weddings & Marriages.<p align="center">I discovered a new distraction.</p> <p align="center">.</p> <p align="center">.</p> <p align="center">.</p> <p align="center">.</p> <p align="center">.</p> <p align="center">Vimeo.com</p> <p align="center">And I’ve been watching wedding clips. And I feel so happy for these people.</p> <p align="center">I’ve come to another point in life. My friends are getting married. Some already have kids. Others are planning for their weddings. Those aren’t engaged are thinking about the prospects of marriage with their partners. Those without partners are anxious because apparently, they are running out of time.</p> <p align="center">And me?</p> <p align="center"> </p> <p align="center">I am, as always, still my mama’s girl. I don’t want that to change anytime soon. And I refuse to be pressured by age and time. </p> <p align="center">I am happy with the Boyf and we are, as I would like to think, very ideal for each other. He completes me and makes me a better person every morning and every day. I cannot say I have anything to complain about, and I am not saying this to make him look or feel good. I just think that we are very good for each other. After more than 1.5 years, I still feel like I’m falling more in love with him each day, because he gives me reason to. And we are definitely not falling into any form of routine yet, which is great, in my opinion. Most important of all, we are not settling into a comfort zone. I’d take this as a very good sign because I’ve settled before, and I’ve fallen into the trap of being in a ‘comfortable’ relationship before, and I don’t like it. Complacent. Don’t get me wrong. Comfortable is good, when there’s still the prospect of making things exciting every now and then. But ‘comfortable’ is cruel when partners and lovers start taking things for granted with each other. And worse, taking things for granted. And it is from then on that things start to spiral downwards, and that is when loving him or her just isn’t enough anymore. </p> <p align="center">So, back to watching clips of peoples’ weddings. I’m loving it, the bride, the groom, the gown, the flowers and the people. Most importantly, the love. In fact, I think that I might have turned gaga at the prospect of having a wedding for that very sake. A wedding! Me, getting wed. Phew.</p> <p align="center">Unfortunately, the whole constitution of marriage just doesn’t attract me at all. As far as I view it, getting married is not a priority in my life. Plainly put, I do not think it is for me. The very definition of marriage has been changed by the prospect of legal separation and divorce. And the fact that you’re getting married while considering that divorce is an option out totally dissolves the very point of marriage, isn’t it? So, no. It is not that I do not trust the man I want to be with. But we all make mistakes, and hey, I have yet to meet enough married couples make it through thick and thin to make me believe that it is the right thing for me..</p> <p align="center">I suppose it’s got a lot to do with my culture and the way I have been brought up.. The generations before me did not make a good impression on me. I do not see ‘happily ever after’. Not that I expect it without a lot of sacrifices, hard work and commitments (which I am willing to do), but hey, I’ve seen more marriages dissolve into two-people-not-even-being-able-to-be-friends-but-still-sleep-in-the-same-room (resources do not include information on whether or not they still share the same bed, but you get my drift) than I can count with all my fingers and toes. And I am not blaming them for their mistakes and weaknesses, but I sure can thank these people for showing me how it might be being on my own two feet.. And it looks brighter than heading into the dark zone of being tied to a wrong partner. No offense to anyone in particular, but let’s just say you’ve scared me off because I don’t want to end up in a rut the way you did. All of you, in general.</p> <p align="center">As for now, I am happy with the way my relationship is working out with the Boyf. And we’ve talked about our future together, and marriage is still a long way, if it even come into our plans. For the next couple of years,we’re putting our education ahead of any plans that might change the equilibrium of this priority. </p> <p align="center">Don’t get me wrong. I’m not saying no to the prospect of marriage in my life, not yet anyway. Neither am I opposing those who decided that this is what they want this early in life. I’m just merely stating my views on it and that for now, I’m happy not pursuing it.. A marriage is more than just a wedding. It is a commitment that lasts this entire lifetime.</p> <p align="center">I’m happy the way I am now. We are happy the way things are now. Very, happy.</p> <p align="center">And for all of you who are into these things, <br>I wish you <strong>love and happiness</strong>, that may yours be a marriage that <strong>inspires others</strong>.</p> <p align="center"> </p> <p align="center"> </p> <p align="center">Oh, but wouldn’t it be nice to be a bride.. Grin. I’ll settle for bridesmaid for now =p</p> <p align="center"> </p> <p align="center">Xx.</p> CuterThanYourBumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00992892501145890457noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279531269360887341.post-41480487751925968072010-10-30T17:31:00.001+11:002010-10-30T17:34:04.622+11:00Intellectual DisabilitiesFor the sake of people who are bombarding the people closest to me with questions about what I am doing here in Australia..<br />
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I volunteer at a disability centre.<strong> Intellectual</strong> disability centre. I have been doing this twice a week for several months now, and I am happy doing it. It is something I look forward to most days, and apart from having to wake up at a ridiculous hours of the morning on the days that I go to the centre, I actually don’t mind waking up. On the rare occasions that I dread having made this commitment, I regret feeling so the moment I walk into the centre and see the smile on their faces.<br />
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You see, I’ve become accustomed to them. I have to admit that right at the beginning I was a little bit apprehensive about this decision, having to work with people who not only have the mental age of about 2-5 years old, (some of them even have the emotional control of a 2 year old), but these people look a little bit different. I’m not saying like, Down Syndrome different. We’re talking about 50+ year old kids who can’t control their saliva and take care of their hygiene, heck, some have problems eating like the way we do. What worried me most was, communication. Some cannot even understand simple words, and some of them cannot speak properly. I was worried I might not be able to cope with their indifference. <br />
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Fortunately, they welcomed me into their group unceremoniously, but warmly. Over the months, I’ve seen their attitudes change from ‘not preferring me’ to ‘shouting my name from over the other room so that I help them out with something’. For example, one of the girls, who previously did not like me touching her things at all was calling for me when she saw me pass by the room she was in, and even though she knew I was not scheduled to assist in that class that morning, she insisted to wish me good morning before turning back to her own work. Awww. She remembered my name, and I didn’t even know when she had started learning it. <br />
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And this is why, I fell in love with going to the centre. The boyf’s getting sick of the fact that I cannot stop talking about it, and the people whom I work with, and the people whom I help with. Twice a week, I am reminded why I am taking this difficult road.. Most of my peers have started on their postgraduate pursue, and I am still stuck with no proper plans for the future until a university accepts me into their Clinical Psychology program. <br />
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I know that I’m saying might give you the impression that I’m really doing good, that I am indeed helping those who needs it, who needs me (a girl who’s got nothing but a better mental functioning), but really, it’s the other way around. I am not ashamed to admit that I am doing this for selfish reason. Because in truth, it is I who need them. Every time I walk into the centre, I feel the innocent love that only they are able to produce and I am once again reminded why I want to do this. I am passionate about helping them because the radiation of their innocence give me the satisfaction that no other job could possibly provide me with. <br />
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I want to be able to help them, and the likes of them. And I want to be able to assist those whose kids are for whatever reason, like that. I want to be able to help those who are not able to help themselves. And I believe that, especially those with higher mental functioning, there is a way to bring them back into society. But there is no way I can do this without having that damn degree. <br />
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Every career pathway is about education these days, and unfortunately, I picked the road less taken. <br />
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All I ask from you, are prayers and hope. I know that someday I will get accepted into a university here in Melbourne, because I am a very good student. I just have a lesser background because I am not locally educated. So, keep me in your prayers if you’re religious and if you’re not, keep me in your hopes and dreams.. And in return, I promise to make it my mission to continue serving and helping the intellectually disabled. I feel that calling and I know it is my vocation. So, help me God.<br />
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(I have heaps for photos of them, but for their privacy’s sake and the centre’s policy, I cannot post them here. <br />
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But I’ll be happy to show them to family and friends).<br />
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Xx.CuterThanYourBumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00992892501145890457noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279531269360887341.post-72588926308835140642010-10-28T15:41:00.000+11:002010-10-28T20:28:40.180+11:00Stuck on Bruno MarsThe first time I heard “Billionaire”, I could not get it out of my head. It was literally stuck in my head 24/7.<br>Now, with “Just the way you are” playing on the radio all the time, I can’t help but feel envious towards that girl whom he’s singing to. Maybe nobody, but hell, Bruno is definitely the top on my list of <strike>‘wanted’</strike> breath-taking singers whom I’d like to meet. <br>Kudos to him- singer/songwriter, heck, genius in fact, for coming up with not only such a catchy tune but also lyrics that any mentally healthy girl would die for a man to sing to her. <br>Lovely as that song is, I came across a slightly different version of this song on Youtube by Legaci. And I’m absolutely loving it.. I’ve been listening to their cover versions for a while now, but I just can’t stop watching this particular one that they’ve come up with. <br><br> <div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px auto; padding-left: 0px; width: 448px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:edcba779-66a5-4a03-ae46-a1cc101840d7" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"><div id="b8fbcb5f-3c3b-43a0-a59b-7bcc5eea805a" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; display: inline;"><div><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=02G9Op2adg0&hd=1" target="_new"><img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_NxpfF3q2jSM/TMlCE_Uv6SI/AAAAAAAAA3k/w9fq5e4FDos/video55d6f44319b1%5B7%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-style: none" galleryimg="no" onload="var downlevelDiv = document.getElementById('b8fbcb5f-3c3b-43a0-a59b-7bcc5eea805a'); downlevelDiv.innerHTML = "<div><object width=\"448\" height=\"252\"><param name=\"movie\" value=\"http://www.youtube.com/v/02G9Op2adg0?hl=en&hd=1\"><\/param><embed src=\"http://www.youtube.com/v/02G9Op2adg0?hl=en&hd=1\" type=\"application/x-shockwave-flash\" width=\"448\" height=\"252\"><\/embed><\/object><\/div>";" alt=""></a></div></div><div style="width:448px;clear:both;font-size:.8em">Just the Way You Are–Legaci</div></div> <p>Personally, as an amateur singer in choirs and all, I’ve always been attracted to those who sing the base parts. So, I’m loving Daiyel. Grin. But as a group, they are soooo good, I cannot emphasize enough how much I love their ‘almost’ acapella version of songs.<br>I am such there are many others who are as good out there, as you might have noticed just by surfin’ on Youtube. But this is one of my personal favourites =)<br>Here’s one more from Daiyel which I love to watch, more because I love the song than anything else.<br></p> <div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px auto; padding-left: 0px; width: 448px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:771c48b0-2df3-4b14-be12-d5315129a58e" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"><div id="2269dd32-a641-480f-b59f-95c81f3bf9c2" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; display: inline;"><div><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GNGRnAGj-Xo" target="_new"><img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_NxpfF3q2jSM/TMgeOjRi05I/AAAAAAAAA3s/f2_ie_aJTo4/video59f90a57bfdd%5B7%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-style: none" galleryimg="no" onload="var downlevelDiv = document.getElementById('2269dd32-a641-480f-b59f-95c81f3bf9c2'); downlevelDiv.innerHTML = "<div><object width=\"448\" height=\"252\"><param name=\"movie\" value=\"http://www.youtube.com/v/GNGRnAGj-Xo?hl=en&hd=1\"><\/param><embed src=\"http://www.youtube.com/v/GNGRnAGj-Xo?hl=en&hd=1\" type=\"application/x-shockwave-flash\" width=\"448\" height=\"252\"><\/embed><\/object><\/div>";" alt=""></a></div></div><div style="width:448px;clear:both;font-size:.8em">I’m Yours–Daiyel</div></div> <div align="center"> </div> <div align="center">I’m not really a big fan of anything per say, so I’m not starting a fan page or anything like that. <br>But hey- if they’re good, they are good.. </div> <div align="center"> </div> <div align="center">Xx. </div> CuterThanYourBumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00992892501145890457noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279531269360887341.post-48065009233816658312010-10-27T22:25:00.001+11:002010-10-27T22:26:22.956+11:00This is what being away is all about..<p>Over the weekend.. </p> <p>I had a small celebration with some friends. Nothing too big or eventful, but nevertheless, it is the thought that counts. </p> <p>Photos courtesy of Claire MinKyeong Kim, Monica MinJung Kim, Nick Betts and my own camera.. </p> <p align="center">.. While we were waiting for transport</p> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_NxpfF3q2jSM/TMgLElUf2hI/AAAAAAAAAyo/zgvqCn3KWKQ/s1600-h/72730_1442956082534_1492074456_30961026_1528739_n%5B9%5D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="72730_1442956082534_1492074456_30961026_1528739_n" border="0" alt="72730_1442956082534_1492074456_30961026_1528739_n" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_NxpfF3q2jSM/TMgLFVMM1eI/AAAAAAAAAys/a3OXcLLgIGM/72730_1442956082534_1492074456_30961026_1528739_n_thumb%5B7%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="360" height="480"></a><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_NxpfF3q2jSM/TMgLGEk7UEI/AAAAAAAAAyw/5YlzDwEPmqI/s1600-h/33568_155583271144917_100000797364467_237098_3036216_n%5B193%5D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="33568_155583271144917_100000797364467_237098_3036216_n" border="0" alt="33568_155583271144917_100000797364467_237098_3036216_n" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_NxpfF3q2jSM/TMgLHI5cWrI/AAAAAAAAAy0/s-bCnRXNbfs/33568_155583271144917_100000797364467_237098_3036216_n_thumb%5B191%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="352" height="480"></a><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_NxpfF3q2jSM/TMgLHthZ9uI/AAAAAAAAAy4/Fec6L32os3I/s1600-h/69423_155583391144905_100000797364467_237103_2630665_n%5B12%5D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="69423_155583391144905_100000797364467_237103_2630665_n" border="0" alt="69423_155583391144905_100000797364467_237103_2630665_n" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_NxpfF3q2jSM/TMgLIX9FsnI/AAAAAAAAAy8/jhkFzl6prXo/69423_155583391144905_100000797364467_237103_2630665_n_thumb%5B10%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="640" height="480"></a></p> <p align="center">Damn paparazzis ! =p<a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_NxpfF3q2jSM/TMgLJUljc-I/AAAAAAAAAzA/To4-prU7_yM/s1600-h/67445_155583541144890_100000797364467_237107_1239207_n%5B19%5D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="67445_155583541144890_100000797364467_237107_1239207_n" border="0" alt="67445_155583541144890_100000797364467_237107_1239207_n" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_NxpfF3q2jSM/TMgLKBjVZXI/AAAAAAAAAzE/zwleJHscdgo/67445_155583541144890_100000797364467_237107_1239207_n_thumb%5B17%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="352" height="480"></a><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_NxpfF3q2jSM/TMgLK9pVa0I/AAAAAAAAAzI/73_MUHk4C_4/s1600-h/33556_155584431144801_100000797364467_237120_6042146_n%5B12%5D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="33556_155584431144801_100000797364467_237120_6042146_n" border="0" alt="33556_155584431144801_100000797364467_237120_6042146_n" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_NxpfF3q2jSM/TMgLLsTcaBI/AAAAAAAAAzM/-fjc72uQj68/33556_155584431144801_100000797364467_237120_6042146_n_thumb%5B10%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="352" height="480"></a></p> <p align="center">@ Yak Bar.. Bit late for the reservation we made for the restaurant, so had to wait by the bar.<a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_NxpfF3q2jSM/TMgLMsC8_LI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/Xwf9JuZTxI8/s1600-h/36083_155584371144807_100000797364467_237118_7747580_n%5B11%5D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="36083_155584371144807_100000797364467_237118_7747580_n" border="0" alt="36083_155584371144807_100000797364467_237118_7747580_n" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_NxpfF3q2jSM/TMgLNYsOXwI/AAAAAAAAAzU/Kqx1qP2FSDc/36083_155584371144807_100000797364467_237118_7747580_n_thumb%5B9%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="352" height="480"></a><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_NxpfF3q2jSM/TMgLOE3phoI/AAAAAAAAAzY/06XyYLRjPiA/s1600-h/66347_155661287803782_100000797364467_237417_669852_n%5B15%5D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="66347_155661287803782_100000797364467_237417_669852_n" border="0" alt="66347_155661287803782_100000797364467_237417_669852_n" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_NxpfF3q2jSM/TMgLO82glgI/AAAAAAAAAzc/2QNFX7CiB10/66347_155661287803782_100000797364467_237417_669852_n_thumb%5B13%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="352" height="480"></a><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_NxpfF3q2jSM/TMgLPg-v9eI/AAAAAAAAAzg/09lX6Iiw9xw/s1600-h/68782_155584187811492_100000797364467_237113_8284078_n%5B12%5D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="68782_155584187811492_100000797364467_237113_8284078_n" border="0" alt="68782_155584187811492_100000797364467_237113_8284078_n" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_NxpfF3q2jSM/TMgLQUGXloI/AAAAAAAAAzk/zgd-YPOSUe8/68782_155584187811492_100000797364467_237113_8284078_n_thumb%5B10%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="640" height="480"></a><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_NxpfF3q2jSM/TMgLRMhwYSI/AAAAAAAAAzo/JlmA1GA2Ypk/s1600-h/66563_155661341137110_100000797364467_237419_1791297_n%5B28%5D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="66563_155661341137110_100000797364467_237419_1791297_n" border="0" alt="66563_155661341137110_100000797364467_237419_1791297_n" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_NxpfF3q2jSM/TMgLR5gZFLI/AAAAAAAAAzs/o4G1_7u0i6I/66563_155661341137110_100000797364467_237419_1791297_n_thumb%5B26%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="640" height="480"></a></p> <p align="center">Boys bored..<a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_NxpfF3q2jSM/TMgLSi21JlI/AAAAAAAAAzw/cTXD7D24hyM/s1600-h/67279_155584397811471_100000797364467_237119_1189558_n%5B14%5D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="67279_155584397811471_100000797364467_237119_1189558_n" border="0" alt="67279_155584397811471_100000797364467_237119_1189558_n" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_NxpfF3q2jSM/TMgLThezlPI/AAAAAAAAAz0/RSG857hAlOc/67279_155584397811471_100000797364467_237119_1189558_n_thumb%5B12%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="352" height="480"></a><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_NxpfF3q2jSM/TMgLUaaHrJI/AAAAAAAAAz4/JHWeIMR2d28/s1600-h/69152_155661597803751_100000797364467_237430_2054673_n%5B11%5D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="69152_155661597803751_100000797364467_237430_2054673_n" border="0" alt="69152_155661597803751_100000797364467_237430_2054673_n" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_NxpfF3q2jSM/TMgLVDMKpZI/AAAAAAAAAz8/tUnvVpGgR1M/69152_155661597803751_100000797364467_237430_2054673_n_thumb%5B9%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="640" height="480"></a></p> <p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_NxpfF3q2jSM/TMgLV-L5KDI/AAAAAAAAA0A/D8xwk7IntW8/s1600-h/73212_155661017803809_100000797364467_237406_7214033_n%5B11%5D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="73212_155661017803809_100000797364467_237406_7214033_n" border="0" alt="73212_155661017803809_100000797364467_237406_7214033_n" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_NxpfF3q2jSM/TMgLWlCJSnI/AAAAAAAAA0E/iAuEE_hzNYI/73212_155661017803809_100000797364467_237406_7214033_n_thumb%5B9%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="640" height="480"></a></p> <p align="center"><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_NxpfF3q2jSM/TMgLXUMrg2I/AAAAAAAAA0I/R0hjfPKzr-E/s1600-h/67646_155661044470473_100000797364467_237407_2280926_n%5B8%5D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="67646_155661044470473_100000797364467_237407_2280926_n" border="0" alt="67646_155661044470473_100000797364467_237407_2280926_n" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_NxpfF3q2jSM/TMgLYLZuA2I/AAAAAAAAA0M/m3zR0dSFpIw/67646_155661044470473_100000797364467_237407_2280926_n_thumb%5B6%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="640" height="480"></a></p> <p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_NxpfF3q2jSM/TMgLZEPLtzI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/HRr-wrp2_TE/s1600-h/67273_155661067803804_100000797364467_237409_481077_n%5B9%5D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="67273_155661067803804_100000797364467_237409_481077_n" border="0" alt="67273_155661067803804_100000797364467_237409_481077_n" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_NxpfF3q2jSM/TMgLZlP6ZfI/AAAAAAAAA0U/6vq_xdwSXdI/67273_155661067803804_100000797364467_237409_481077_n_thumb%5B7%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="352" height="480"></a></p> <p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_NxpfF3q2jSM/TMgLaaNZC5I/AAAAAAAAA0Y/T28-PXR1EdQ/s1600-h/69335_155661094470468_100000797364467_237410_5726700_n%5B11%5D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="69335_155661094470468_100000797364467_237410_5726700_n" border="0" alt="69335_155661094470468_100000797364467_237410_5726700_n" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_NxpfF3q2jSM/TMgLbLxb8_I/AAAAAAAAA0c/pg2RQWEDgsI/69335_155661094470468_100000797364467_237410_5726700_n_thumb%5B9%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="352" height="480"></a></p> <p align="center">These mirrors were obviously not meant for Asian sized girls.. <a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_NxpfF3q2jSM/TMgLcQ25PwI/AAAAAAAAA0g/FOFReKvqsqI/s1600-h/73097_155661157803795_100000797364467_237413_300041_n%5B13%5D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="73097_155661157803795_100000797364467_237413_300041_n" border="0" alt="73097_155661157803795_100000797364467_237413_300041_n" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_NxpfF3q2jSM/TMgLdI0sNvI/AAAAAAAAA0k/18cMMhrLRQ8/73097_155661157803795_100000797364467_237413_300041_n_thumb%5B11%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="640" height="480"></a></p> <p align="center">No idea why they decided to wear the same colour but it turned out so nicely..<a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_NxpfF3q2jSM/TMgLd-cUA6I/AAAAAAAAA0o/gzzRwwb_OgA/s1600-h/72774_155661317803779_100000797364467_237418_2349953_n%5B8%5D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; 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border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="33732_155662631136981_100000797364467_237441_4618940_n" border="0" alt="33732_155662631136981_100000797364467_237441_4618940_n" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_NxpfF3q2jSM/TMgL02OESHI/AAAAAAAAA1o/ej2F1Mms770/33732_155662631136981_100000797364467_237441_4618940_n_thumb%5B6%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="360" height="480"></a><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="39550_155355801167962_100000806304040_237263_6786474_n" border="0" alt="39550_155355801167962_100000806304040_237263_6786474_n" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_NxpfF3q2jSM/TMgL1eYJ1oI/AAAAAAAAA1s/TdcpyOsJV7Y/39550_155355801167962_100000806304040_237263_6786474_n_thumb%5B7%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="640" height="384"></a></p> <p>And the occasion? My birthday!! .. Well, early birthday celebration. A couple of days too early. So, the last thing I was expecting was.. A CAKE! From Secret Recipe too. Muchas gracias,<em> </em>Nick!! </p> <p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_NxpfF3q2jSM/TMgL2PkKbnI/AAAAAAAAA1w/tAAKBAgrZOw/s1600-h/40157_155662937803617_100000797364467_237452_5252102_n%5B14%5D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="40157_155662937803617_100000797364467_237452_5252102_n" border="0" alt="40157_155662937803617_100000797364467_237452_5252102_n" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_NxpfF3q2jSM/TMgL2-qimjI/AAAAAAAAA14/XJh9V5otmtE/40157_155662937803617_100000797364467_237452_5252102_n_thumb%5B12%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="640" height="480"></a></p> <p align="center">I have a big arse knife and I am not afraid to use it ! =p </p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_NxpfF3q2jSM/TMgL30V2rOI/AAAAAAAAA18/8BbUEd6PDA8/s1600-h/37941_1442956802552_1492074456_30961032_2362909_n%5B9%5D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="37941_1442956802552_1492074456_30961032_2362909_n" border="0" alt="37941_1442956802552_1492074456_30961032_2362909_n" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_NxpfF3q2jSM/TMgL4TzR-WI/AAAAAAAAA2A/bIAXLIJQwF8/37941_1442956802552_1492074456_30961032_2362909_n_thumb%5B7%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="360" height="480"></a><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_NxpfF3q2jSM/TMgL5HCvsmI/AAAAAAAAA2E/NPXrhIKAXlo/s1600-h/67481_155663191136925_100000797364467_237459_7420350_n%5B9%5D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="67481_155663191136925_100000797364467_237459_7420350_n" border="0" alt="67481_155663191136925_100000797364467_237459_7420350_n" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_NxpfF3q2jSM/TMgL5_ZXtdI/AAAAAAAAA2I/HmCNTpNhjng/67481_155663191136925_100000797364467_237459_7420350_n_thumb%5B7%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="360" height="480"></a> <p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_NxpfF3q2jSM/TMgL6solsHI/AAAAAAAAA2M/ErChrAzy_lU/s1600-h/DSCN5353%5B12%5D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="DSCN5353" border="0" alt="DSCN5353" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_NxpfF3q2jSM/TMgL7SiY3sI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/AtK7uylHQMg/DSCN5353_thumb%5B9%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="180" height="240"></a><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_NxpfF3q2jSM/TMgL8I9jq7I/AAAAAAAAA2U/D7g59INIPng/s1600-h/DSCN5350%5B11%5D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="DSCN5350" border="0" alt="DSCN5350" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_NxpfF3q2jSM/TMgL89OVzfI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/doG9eOrZmwc/DSCN5350_thumb%5B8%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" height="180"></a><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_NxpfF3q2jSM/TMgL9aEqH7I/AAAAAAAAA2c/d8JnvD73N64/s1600-h/DSCN5349%5B8%5D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="DSCN5349" border="0" alt="DSCN5349" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_NxpfF3q2jSM/TMgL92LI3QI/AAAAAAAAA2g/mewhx_PnJio/DSCN5349_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="180" height="240"></a></p> <p align="center">And we all went home drunk that night.. Grin. NOT ! We were well behaved despite that bottle of wine and other bottle of champagne.. Gotta say that I’m really proud of moi!</p> <p align="center">.</p> <p align="center">.</p> <p align="center">.</p> <p align="center">.</p> <p align="center">.</p> <p align="center">.</p> <p align="center">.</p> <p align="center">Thank you all, for making it such a wonderful occasion for me.. Especially since it’s my first one away from home <br>=( .. Can’t deny that I miss home very, very much.. But you’ve all provided a great distraction to that void. And for that, thank you @Alex Pava, @Monica (MJ), @Claire & @Nick Betts !</p> <p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_NxpfF3q2jSM/TMgMDwIpzgI/AAAAAAAAA2k/92_lKsOpL9I/s1600-h/34419_1442956562546_1492074456_30961030_2167802_n%5B11%5D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="34419_1442956562546_1492074456_30961030_2167802_n" border="0" alt="34419_1442956562546_1492074456_30961030_2167802_n" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_NxpfF3q2jSM/TMgMEmCJmhI/AAAAAAAAA2o/5cuVuiPQBaU/34419_1442956562546_1492074456_30961030_2167802_n_thumb%5B7%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="180" height="240"></a><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_NxpfF3q2jSM/TMgMF-lKxVI/AAAAAAAAA2s/iPSWY4dOFvM/s1600-h/67748_1442956922555_1492074456_30961033_216907_n%5B13%5D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="67748_1442956922555_1492074456_30961033_216907_n" border="0" alt="67748_1442956922555_1492074456_30961033_216907_n" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_NxpfF3q2jSM/TMgMGfiYKEI/AAAAAAAAA2w/ZYu2OG9S1Pk/67748_1442956922555_1492074456_30961033_216907_n_thumb%5B9%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="180" height="240"></a><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_NxpfF3q2jSM/TMgMHOUTQtI/AAAAAAAAA20/-Ol-etXuGCg/s1600-h/67773_1442956442543_1492074456_30961029_3622398_n%5B14%5D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="67773_1442956442543_1492074456_30961029_3622398_n" border="0" alt="67773_1442956442543_1492074456_30961029_3622398_n" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_NxpfF3q2jSM/TMgMH3jwzFI/AAAAAAAAA24/YhI-PX1ooDw/67773_1442956442543_1492074456_30961029_3622398_n_thumb%5B10%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="180" height="240"></a></p> <p align="center">Xx.</p> CuterThanYourBumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00992892501145890457noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279531269360887341.post-76983714261709824962010-10-23T16:53:00.000+11:002010-10-23T16:53:00.186+11:00Nails and tales<p>Over the past few weeks, my finger nails have been progressively getting shorter and shorter. If it’s not because of a chip, it’s caused by a crack. And I get so fed up, so I just cut them shorter. It grows a little bit more, and I cut them short again.</p> <p>Now, everyone who is close enough to me would know that I am very anal about my long nails. Personally, I find that nails can tell a lot about a person’s personality- how one keeps them and how one takes care of them. Lol. Yeah, somehow it’s these little details that keeps me attracted to people =p And I mean girls too. I’d stare at them all night if I thought they were hot, not in a “I am attracted to you” way, but more like “Wow, you’re hot. Now, how do I replicate that without being your clone” type of way. </p> <p>That aside, I take pride in my nails. I love them long and pretty. I rarely ever keep them short, because I don’t like it short. Sheesh. And this has been ever since I left school (except for the rare occasions that I have to keep them short for piano purposes). Anyway, I’ve been having bad nails of late, and I suspect once again it’s caused by the Australian dry weather. Possibly.</p> <p>So, the other day, I decided to do something for them once and for all. I got them done! Bio-Sculpture Gel style, baybeh!! Lol. Not only did the manicurist fixed all my  broken nails with some silk thingamabob, she totally made it look so natural I don’t even feel like my nails have be “done up”. It’s a little too early for me to judge the effects of this new found discovery, but so far, I’m loving it because I don’t look like I just bit my nails off with a saw anymore. This totally suit my lifestyle because I’ve never been the gentle and slow moving girl, I’ve always been more of a kick-the-chair-and-knock-my-hands-onto-the-table-at-least-once-a-day kinda girl, so, now I don’t really have to worry about breaking another nail. At least for a next couple of weeks. </p> <p align="center">Not the best shot ever, cause the boyf isn’t very good at snapping photos =p</p> <p align="center"><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_NxpfF3q2jSM/TMJOgOU2ygI/AAAAAAAAAyY/nbJlgimONZI/s1600-h/DSCN5315%5B11%5D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="DSCN5315" border="0" alt="DSCN5315" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_NxpfF3q2jSM/TMJOg9NPPtI/AAAAAAAAAyc/bPYsKL0y1cs/DSCN5315_thumb%5B8%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="644" height="484" /></a><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_NxpfF3q2jSM/TMJOhpoHOsI/AAAAAAAAAyg/ySyBaSqBpZQ/s1600-h/DSCN5314%5B11%5D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="DSCN5314" border="0" alt="DSCN5314" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_NxpfF3q2jSM/TMJOib8XTLI/AAAAAAAAAyk/UrNiWcsVfUU/DSCN5314_thumb%5B8%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="644" height="484" /></a></p> <p align="center">But I’m pretty now =b</p> <p align="center">Xx.</p> CuterThanYourBumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00992892501145890457noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279531269360887341.post-29616120440744380522010-10-20T10:48:00.000+11:002010-10-20T10:48:49.573+11:00Sometimes it's just a little too late.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">A couple of months ago I was complaining about the boyf being stuck on WOW.</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Now, I was never brought up with these type of technology, admittedly as a child I was envious of my friends whose parents got them video games and computer games whilst mine never got me any. As a result of that, I have never been interested in any kind of games and could never understand how it can be so interesting as to take over one's life altogether. </span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">And so, with the boyf's persistence, I decided to give it a go. He plays a long list of computer games (and still managed to be a smart arse in school) and I decided, hey, let's try WOW because he often plays it with his younger sister and I'd like to be in the loop too. </span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Here what's I gathered after playing for the past 2 months:</span></span><br />
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<ol><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;">It is, indeed an interesting game that WILL consume your free time if you do not have control over your addiction.<br />
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<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">If you start playing from a young age (any game at all, not necessarily WOW per say), you'd be quite good at it, because it is not too difficult learning how to play it.. (Either that, or I have an expert of a boyf who already knows all the back roads and alley way to this game).<br />
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<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">If you're a late bloomer, like yours truly, there is no way in hell you'll pick up this game and be an expert in it, ever. And you'll forever have that expert boyf of yours breathe down your throat because he expects you to play as well as him or his sister. (Either that, or I just am very bad in reading maps and have atrocious eye-hand coordination).<br />
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<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Always start with a druid. Because you can choose to be DPS, Tank, or Healer.. (I did awesome DPS and now, I think I might double spec it to be Kitty Cat Meeeow!)</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">.. I'm also the pretty night elf, btw =p<br />
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<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Get a damn wireless mouse and always remember to charge it! I really hate it when I have to play while it's connected to the charger. But investments, are, as always.. worth it.<br />
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<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Alliance really suck when it comes to battlegrounds. Really, really, really, suck. (Note to self: get a horde).<br />
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<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Always play with someone who's got control of his/her addiction of the game. Otherwise life will pass you by before you even know it. Grin.</span></span></li>
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</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">So, there. I can learn all the theories and alley roads if these game, but I honestly believe that it is too late for me to be excellent in this game.. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
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So, I woke up (surprisingly early despite the fact that I planned to sleep in late), checked my email,fb, msn, twitter and the such, and what with the rainy day outside, I decided to watch some tv because I haven’t done so in ages! Guilty pleasures..<br />
And this was when I realized ..that all the tv shows I absolutely have to watch begins with G – in order of loves; Grey’s Anatomy, Gossip Girl & Glee!! Yeay!<br />
I’ve been trying to watch Vampire Diaries since everyone’s talking so much about it. Lol. I don’t mind watching it if I’m dead bored and have nothing else to watch. BUT, it’s not my kinda chase.<br />
Ooo, and The Big Bang Theory. Must watch ever! Absolutely love it. <br />
Admittedly, I love my Hong Kong & Taiwanese dramas too! Haven’t come around to the craze of Korean dramas yet, don’t know if I would ever come to my ‘senses’. Don’t get me wrong, I’m sure they’re good but I don’t get watching something I don’t understand.. <br />
What is your favourite TV show? I’d love some recommendations because I’m getting a little sick of waiting for each episode to magically appear by the week. Grin.<br />
What will I do without tv shows? Ahh, you changed my life forever.<br />
Xx.CuterThanYourBumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00992892501145890457noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279531269360887341.post-47422295460536315622010-10-14T22:32:00.001+11:002010-10-14T22:40:59.250+11:00Of dust mites and nasal sprays<p><font size="2">So, I’m Malaysian.</font></p> <p><font size="2">As well all know (at least I hope we all know), Malaysia is on the equator. And what does it mean? It’s hot. All the time. Hot and hot and hot. 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, 52 weeks a year! In addition to that, Mother Nature decided to throw in humidity as well, as a complete joke to us ‘Equatorians’. I know that about a quarter of the earthlings might appreciate that, I don’t really know if I do. First of all, my sinuses seem to have an issue with the humidity and heat. Every morning, without a damn fail, they’d get inflamed and as a result I have running nose everyday the moment I wake up. Now, every time I get out in the sun- My nose acts up as well. And, every time I switch from a cold environment to a hot one, say, a drop or increase of 3Celcious or so, my nose acts up. And this may be a psychological problem because if I don’t tend to my problem soon enough, I’ll literally catch a cold and be sick for the next couple of days – lethargy, running nose then blocked nose, inflamed throat, sometimes cough, the works.. </font></p> <p><font size="2">Dust, does it too. So do cats. Oh, and certain types of alcohol make me chain-sneeze, too (can’t say I’ve ever noticed that, until the boyf’s mom pointed it out). And the list goes on.</font></p> <p><font size="2">As a result, I’ve developed a tolerance to the ‘relatively’ cold temperature despite being from a hot country. My air-cond is always set to 16-18Celcious when I have things my way. Also, I always have an ‘emergency pack’ on me. Tissues (always Kleenex, because they are the softest IMO. I’ve tried everything available in Malaysia, and everything else scratches the skin under my nose after the 3rd wipe or so..), anti-inflammatories or anti-histamines, medication for runny/blocked nose (2 types; drowsy but good, and non drowsy but not as good), Vicks and the such. And this is just to be put into the handbags which I bring out with me every day. You can only imagine what I’d have to bring when I’m travelling.. Once I forgot to do so, and I was unlucky enough that my sinus turned into cold (the boyf insist it’s not physically possible, and I’m not voting out a psychological problem). Thankfully, it was only an overnight trip with a bunch of my girlfriends, but I wasn’t having a good time at all. </font></p> <p><font size="2">Coming to Australia (at least in the Southern parts) have changed my life for the better, with regards to this. I haven’t had a single problem with my sinuses since I got here a few months ago *touch wood* and I’m glad that I don’t have to deal with that problem anymore, hopefully.. At least I’m not triggered by the usual things that used to affect me back home. Sometimes when it gets stuffy in an enclosed area, my nose starts to itch but with a little spritz of water on my face or a whiff of Vicks and all is well. The boyf was worried that I might catch this hayfever thingamabob since it’s spring now, but nope. Not more than just a couple of sneezes every now and then. I doubt that’s worse than what I’ve got back home.</font></p> <p><font size="2">As proof that I only have this problem back home, I’d like to state that I was in Australia for 1 whole month in May, and I was fine. No problems with the nose. Went home in June, and the next day I was already the ‘Runny Nose Lady’, all over again. Came back to Australia in July, and since then, my nose hasn’t acted up.. much. </font></p> <p><font size="2">Family and friends can testify to my life’s misery. Family doctor, too. Once, a doctor told me I wasn’t fit to live in Malaysia, should move to Antarctica -_- Big vote of confidence right there.  </font></p> <p><font size="2">Anyway… I don’t exactly have a point here. I’m merely stating one thing that I found has benefited me since I got here (not having to worry about my medications or Vicks or nasal sprays if I’m going out for the day anymore). Need to up that list because I’m missing home muchly..</font></p> <p><font size="2">Anyone with a similar problem?</font></p> <p><font size="2">Xx.</font></p> CuterThanYourBumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00992892501145890457noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279531269360887341.post-61572421452928470252010-10-13T15:13:00.006+11:002010-10-14T22:55:53.781+11:00Smarter Than Your Brain!<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">So. There’s so much to gather of a person from her blog. What have you gotten so far about me? Girl. Crazy, sexy, beautiful. Aww.. Cute, sometimes. Intelligent, checked. Smart, checked. Full of herself, checked. Grin. But I have prove! I am not only “above average” on several Intelligent Quotient scales, I am, in fact, superbly awesome. I surprise myself sometimes. Lol. Anyway.. Psychology student and graduate. Your very own psychologist, if you may. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">But anyway, here’s a little more in depth information about me and what I’d like to do more, or rather, specialize in the future.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">I studied Psychology. And I dare say the first thing 9 out of 10 of you are thinking the exact thing right now. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">“So, can you read my mind?”. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">NO, I absolutely cannot read your mind. As a matter of fact, no one can. And if anyone tell you otherwise, then rest assured that they’re lying to scare you out of your wits. But, we are, capable of assessing behavior. Part of what we inevitably get into a habit of doing is to understand behavior and why people act the way they do. We, or at least most of peers and I are always trying to understand the way one talks, choice of words and tone, facial expressions and body language are the first few clues we get into understanding a person’s behavior and personality. Don’t get me wrong, it’s not like I look into your eyes every time we talk and try to read your whole life story. In a way, it is my way of justifying one’s behavior and actions. Of course, I do not speak for everyone who specializes under the umbrella of professional psychology.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">But to justify the name of my blog, where the “<strong>smarter than your brain</strong>” is concern- here’s why. I am, for one, an enthusiast in learning and understanding the functions of the brain. So, I am literally interested in your brain. (someday I’m gonna find a way to squeeze it out of your northern-region orifices to scrupulously study your brain, muahaha! I’m kidding, of course). I am working towards understanding better and specializing in this area, especially in the near future. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Why, you ask?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Because the brain is the single most impressive organ, and the very fact that with the bazillions research and studies done on the brain, we have only discovered a small portion of its functioning. We still do not understand the brain as a whole, how it works, and most especially, from a psychological point of view, how we can improve our current understanding of the brain in order to assist those with learning/intellectual disabilities. Hopefully, in the near future we might even be able to prevent or minimize these existing disabilities.. Plus, it might even assist us in understanding things like, attention and memory span of those us in the ‘normal population’ which might be helpful for some of us, especially when we’re learning and studying for exams. Yep, I can totally relate to that..</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">So, yeap. This is me. And I can only thank my Biopsychology (Brain & Behavior) lecturer for exposing me to this part of psychology. I mean, he had to anyway, it was part of the course requirements, but if he hadn’t presented it interestingly, I would have tossed that knowledge out the window after my exam anyway. Toughest subject yet, and it was one of the best things I’ve learned throughout my 3 years in university. Thank you..</span><br />
<div align="center"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><img src="http://jeffhurtblog.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/Brain.jpg" /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">I miss studying. I miss being a student. And I absolutely miss opening a text book with many bright colours highlighting the different parts of the brain. Pinel, J., best textbook ever.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Imma regret missing the life of a student soon =p</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">Xx.</span></span></div>CuterThanYourBumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00992892501145890457noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279531269360887341.post-52129285592197530652010-10-11T17:36:00.004+11:002010-10-14T22:53:56.043+11:00Like! me on Facebook thingamabob<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">I realised that everything on the internet is integrated these days i.e. <strong>google</strong> has everything for everyone (emails, blogging, search engines and the lovely Chrome), <strong>Windows Live</strong> is, as I discovered lately, integrating with FB. Did you know that if you update your windows live essentials to the 2011 version, you can chat with fb friends on your windows live messenger? Talk about making life easy for you. All that said, you get my point.. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">So, in attempts to traffic my blog to get more readers and channel better ads, the boyf suggested I create a FB fanpage. Don't know why it never occured to me before this *knocks own forehead with my right palm*. Well, I'm all set. So, if you'd just click on "LIKE" on my fan page, I'd really appreciate it. It's also my way of connecting to you, who visits my blog..</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Xx.</span>CuterThanYourBumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00992892501145890457noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279531269360887341.post-28935810604577009752010-10-10T22:27:00.000+11:002010-10-10T22:37:32.413+11:0010.10.10!<p>So, it’s one of those –once in a lifetime- moments again! How did you spend your 10/10/10? Do share your moments with me as I am super uber busy body =p <br /> <br />I.. went to the beach. Incidentally, today is also a very special day for they boyf and I, so we just decided to do something that we both liked. Relax!</p> <p>I’m so psyched about blogging these days that I had to post this up asap. Felt totally retarded today, not being able to be online for just half a day. I’m currently waiting in the car for the boyf to settle some things.. </p> <p>We were at Mordialloc earlier today. The weather was too tempting to just stay indoors. So we took a drive to the beach, about 20 minutes away.. </p> <p>I absolutely loved it. The sun, sea, sand. The people, crown, energy. Exhilarating. Relaxing. Absolutely, awesome. </p> <p>So, as promised. Photos. <br /> <a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_NxpfF3q2jSM/TLGjeUJ5z6I/AAAAAAAAAtg/_EndSlfwUs0/s1600-h/DSCN5141%5B14%5D.jpg"></a> <p align="center"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="DSCN5141" border="0" alt="DSCN5141" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_NxpfF3q2jSM/TLGjfgudsSI/AAAAAAAAAtk/IeiEmlSE3ZI/DSCN5141_thumb%5B10%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="580" height="772" /></p>  All excited!</p> <p align="center"><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_NxpfF3q2jSM/TLGjgVNmHCI/AAAAAAAAAxM/zEgv3Yf-xmg/s1600-h/DSCN5142%5B19%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="DSCN5142" border="0" alt="DSCN5142" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_NxpfF3q2jSM/TLGjiCxJTqI/AAAAAAAAAxU/-LVt2J2aHH8/DSCN5142_thumb%5B15%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="644" height="484" /></a>Mordialloc Beach from my viewpoint.. </p> <p align="center"><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_NxpfF3q2jSM/TLGjjB7sy-I/AAAAAAAAAxc/KBNFVhrrrfg/s1600-h/DSCN5143%5B15%5D.jpg"><u><font color="#72179d"></font></u><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="DSCN5143" border="0" alt="DSCN5143" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_NxpfF3q2jSM/TLGjpSzdA_I/AAAAAAAAAxk/a5zNIvfwgz4/DSCN5143_thumb%5B11%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="644" height="484" /></a>   The Boyf</p> <p align="center"><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_NxpfF3q2jSM/TLGjqsVI95I/AAAAAAAAAt4/l27tu5SFExo/s1600-h/DSCN5147%5B9%5D.jpg"><u><font color="#72179d"></font></u><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="DSCN5147" border="0" alt="DSCN5147" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_NxpfF3q2jSM/TLGjrre41TI/AAAAAAAAAt8/a4cIKzwQGC4/DSCN5147_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="644" height="484" /></a>   <a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_NxpfF3q2jSM/TLGjsS4-fBI/AAAAAAAAAxs/nZ8wrhOJW8U/s1600-h/DSCN5152%5B12%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="DSCN5152" border="0" alt="DSCN5152" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_NxpfF3q2jSM/TLGjtgd7cOI/AAAAAAAAAx0/f53vrYEHxHQ/DSCN5152_thumb%5B8%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="644" height="484" /></a>   My tatt from my point of view.</p> <p align="center"><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_NxpfF3q2jSM/TLGjuRierUI/AAAAAAAAAuM/PuBXq8rZEdg/s1600-h/DSCN5159%5B14%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="DSCN5159" border="0" alt="DSCN5159" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_NxpfF3q2jSM/TLGjvMibTFI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/7DWCUNqeGmA/DSCN5159_thumb%5B10%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="364" height="484" /></a>  <a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_NxpfF3q2jSM/TLGjv8uuj_I/AAAAAAAAAuU/BzJ8sBrqu68/s1600-h/DSCN5161%5B11%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="DSCN5161" border="0" alt="DSCN5161" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_NxpfF3q2jSM/TLGjw0sxhkI/AAAAAAAAAuY/wFkeNSaFxlo/DSCN5161_thumb%5B7%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="644" height="484" /></a> <a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_NxpfF3q2jSM/TLGjxl9K-sI/AAAAAAAAAuc/ftI1Qy6LldQ/s1600-h/DSCN5162%5B11%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="DSCN5162" border="0" alt="DSCN5162" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_NxpfF3q2jSM/TLGjyTPGsFI/AAAAAAAAAug/4Yye8HWUFvQ/DSCN5162_thumb%5B7%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="644" height="484" /></a>   The boyf being totally anal about sunscreen! Australia only has SPF 30, I’m surprised. Back home, we get up to SPF 150. But, I usually settle for SPF 50. <br /> <br /><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_NxpfF3q2jSM/TLGjzBgokrI/AAAAAAAAAuk/EHuTCrBg6Iw/s1600-h/DSCN5165%5B12%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="DSCN5165" border="0" alt="DSCN5165" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_NxpfF3q2jSM/TLGjzxjBNcI/AAAAAAAAAuo/i42h4Em1k5Y/DSCN5165_thumb%5B8%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="364" height="484" /></a></p> <p align="center">The boyf said he wanted to go for a swim. 30 seconds later, walked back, and said “brr, too cold”. Totally reminded me of Michelle Tanner on Full House S2. <br />  <a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_NxpfF3q2jSM/TLGj0rD1UPI/AAAAAAAAAus/Kqng79Ofb8k/s1600-h/DSCN5169%5B12%5D.jpg"></a> <p align="center"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="DSCN5169" border="0" alt="DSCN5169" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_NxpfF3q2jSM/TLGj1bNoZBI/AAAAAAAAAuw/6i88diKo6dg/DSCN5169_thumb%5B8%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="364" height="484" /></p>   <a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_NxpfF3q2jSM/TLGj2GLk9oI/AAAAAAAAAu0/wrt2H-itcU0/s1600-h/DSCN5172%5B8%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="DSCN5172" border="0" alt="DSCN5172" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_NxpfF3q2jSM/TLGj27AjhZI/AAAAAAAAAu4/WvfIRDy5qRE/DSCN5172_thumb%5B6%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="364" height="484" /></a></p> <p align="center"><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_NxpfF3q2jSM/TLGj4EUWAZI/AAAAAAAAAu8/6L84JcgXKcM/s1600-h/DSCN5175%5B8%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="DSCN5175" border="0" alt="DSCN5175" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_NxpfF3q2jSM/TLGj4-fZK3I/AAAAAAAAAvA/3XvQIMT_Kag/DSCN5175_thumb%5B6%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="644" height="484" /></a></p> <p align="center">What with more clouds than sunlight, we decided to walk down the shops for some lunch instead. Discovered <strong>Big Mouth Burger Co</strong>. He had a massive beefburger, I had chicken wraps. AWESOME. Highly recommended by yours truly, yo.</p> <p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_NxpfF3q2jSM/TLGj5w5DzzI/AAAAAAAAAvE/8oG4Fp2VOGg/s1600-h/DSCN5176%5B9%5D.jpg"><u><font color="#72179d"></font></u><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="DSCN5176" border="0" alt="DSCN5176" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_NxpfF3q2jSM/TLGj6pXMPHI/AAAAAAAAAvI/iAwnZ9-0YlY/DSCN5176_thumb%5B7%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="364" height="484" /></a> <a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_NxpfF3q2jSM/TLGj7cifxnI/AAAAAAAAAvM/6wtzPJbFWbI/s1600-h/DSCN5178%5B8%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="DSCN5178" border="0" alt="DSCN5178" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_NxpfF3q2jSM/TLGj8Eby7aI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/TpAzk2HGcHE/DSCN5178_thumb%5B6%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="364" height="484" /></a> <a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_NxpfF3q2jSM/TLGj8zfoU-I/AAAAAAAAAvU/XVSpmQkG2bo/s1600-h/DSCN5179%5B13%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="DSCN5179" border="0" alt="DSCN5179" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_NxpfF3q2jSM/TLGj9afF4JI/AAAAAAAAAvY/foMMv4ciq2c/DSCN5179_thumb%5B9%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="364" height="484" /></a> <a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_NxpfF3q2jSM/TLGj-Go2bmI/AAAAAAAAAvc/4oZytL1kii4/s1600-h/DSCN5180%5B12%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="DSCN5180" border="0" alt="DSCN5180" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_NxpfF3q2jSM/TLGj-yvzG0I/AAAAAAAAAvg/M7MmHYYBrdE/DSCN5180_thumb%5B8%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="364" height="484" /></a> <a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_NxpfF3q2jSM/TLGj_-1p3ZI/AAAAAAAAAvk/5mc2reICZtk/s1600-h/DSCN5181%5B12%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="DSCN5181" border="0" alt="DSCN5181" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_NxpfF3q2jSM/TLGkAkjy8kI/AAAAAAAAAvo/TfqK_vwu7JA/DSCN5181_thumb%5B8%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="644" height="484" /></a> <a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_NxpfF3q2jSM/TLGkBa_NgrI/AAAAAAAAAvs/ZziXs8fHZf4/s1600-h/DSCN5182%5B11%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="DSCN5182" border="0" alt="DSCN5182" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_NxpfF3q2jSM/TLGkCaWMQUI/AAAAAAAAAvw/vOAcLs5KDZQ/DSCN5182_thumb%5B7%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="644" height="484" /></a>    <a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_NxpfF3q2jSM/TLGkDX-xiCI/AAAAAAAAAv0/zj0YGKhcOBM/s1600-h/DSCN5187%5B11%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="DSCN5187" border="0" alt="DSCN5187" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_NxpfF3q2jSM/TLGkEOG5BKI/AAAAAAAAAv4/UhzacJXkMSw/DSCN5187_thumb%5B7%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="644" height="484" /></a> <a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_NxpfF3q2jSM/TLGkE6XQWdI/AAAAAAAAAv8/wxVSMZkOKEE/s1600-h/DSCN5188%5B13%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="DSCN5188" border="0" alt="DSCN5188" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_NxpfF3q2jSM/TLGkGdYnG_I/AAAAAAAAAwA/eA_obYWtNpY/DSCN5188_thumb%5B9%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="364" height="484" /></a> <a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_NxpfF3q2jSM/TLGkHedPwlI/AAAAAAAAAwE/m8F1OagMrPU/s1600-h/DSCN5190%5B11%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="DSCN5190" border="0" alt="DSCN5190" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_NxpfF3q2jSM/TLGkIeZQciI/AAAAAAAAAwI/MvrXP5yrZc0/DSCN5190_thumb%5B7%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="644" height="484" /></a> </p> <p align="center">Cam-whoring moments. Althoug, I doubt it’s called cam-whoring IF I’m not the one holding the camera, snapping away photos of myself, right?</p> <p align="center">While we were sitting my the rocks near the jetty, chattin away watching the sun slowly set.. Something short of a drama was happening right in front of us. What with all the high school kids hanging out at the beach, we were bound to see some slow moving actions anyway =b Boy likes girl, girl likes boy, lets find some reason to.. =p <br />PS. Embossed the photos for their privacy’s sake, grin.</p> <p align="center"><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_NxpfF3q2jSM/TLGkJFbibbI/AAAAAAAAAwM/HA_SgsOQNCs/s1600-h/DSCN5191%5B13%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="DSCN5191" border="0" alt="DSCN5191" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_NxpfF3q2jSM/TLGkJ7kknvI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/1dbyfUCUra8/DSCN5191_thumb%5B12%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="167" /></a>.</p> <p align="center">.</p> <p align="center">.</p> <p align="center">Hands touch.. Eyes meet. <a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_NxpfF3q2jSM/TLGkKnOIKhI/AAAAAAAAAwU/7QIdX6VOGkg/s1600-h/DSCN5192%5B13%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="DSCN5192" border="0" alt="DSCN5192" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_NxpfF3q2jSM/TLGkLd2QHvI/AAAAAAAAAwY/mN_jfsoXhaU/DSCN5192_thumb%5B9%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="644" height="484" /></a> Used the boyf as an excuse to snap more photos of them.. <br />As you can see, they’ve moved in closer, lol.</p> <p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_NxpfF3q2jSM/TLGkMfIErzI/AAAAAAAAAwc/ayVSTiFCtOg/s1600-h/DSCN5193%5B16%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="DSCN5193" border="0" alt="DSCN5193" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_NxpfF3q2jSM/TLGkM9djxcI/AAAAAAAAAwg/_Rhayy4cm5g/DSCN5193_thumb%5B12%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /></a></p> <p align="center"> Finally. At this point, I was staring at them for at least 3 minutes already, not even counting the drama of the boy trying to pull the girl into the ice-cold water, girl struggles not to get wet, boy pulls harder, girl screams, boy tries to impress her, she acts like she doesn’t want to be there, but we all know she’s enjoying the attention from him, yah-dee-daa . . .</p> <p align="center">. </p> <p align="center">All this while, I was holding the camera ever-so-un-suspiciously,  saying to the boyf “oh, snogg already!”</p> <p align="center">.</p> <p align="center">.</p> <p align="center">.</p> <p align="center">And finally.. </p> <p align="center">SNAP!</p> <p align="center"><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_NxpfF3q2jSM/TLGkOIlNaJI/AAAAAAAAAwk/aMxLPGMGBEs/s1600-h/DSCN5194%5B14%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="DSCN5194" border="0" alt="DSCN5194" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_NxpfF3q2jSM/TLGkOnVtwfI/AAAAAAAAAwo/5gufgiTQ8tM/DSCN5194_thumb%5B10%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /></a> Boo ya! I am goood.</p> <p align="center"><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_NxpfF3q2jSM/TLGkPjGjRuI/AAAAAAAAAws/KbDTb7GGMWU/s1600-h/DSCN5195%5B11%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="DSCN5195" border="0" alt="DSCN5195" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_NxpfF3q2jSM/TLGkQr8xB7I/AAAAAAAAAww/H49jjiRTbcs/DSCN5195_thumb%5B7%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="644" height="484" /></a>This is the boyf being embarrassed by what I’ve just done. As you might have been able to tell by this very cutee photo of him. <br />But still, he loves me =)</p> <p align="center"><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_NxpfF3q2jSM/TLGkRVGfBsI/AAAAAAAAAw0/9kjyl9jvGw8/s1600-h/DSCN5196%5B11%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="DSCN5196" border="0" alt="DSCN5196" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_NxpfF3q2jSM/TLGkSeLtMuI/AAAAAAAAAw4/po8WWP6MM0Y/DSCN5196_thumb%5B7%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="644" height="484" /></a> Mother Nature has rendered me speechless. <br />I am too much in awe of her beauty and grace.</p> <p align="center"><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_NxpfF3q2jSM/TLGkTSD0zPI/AAAAAAAAAw8/U0iRM-16oX4/s1600-h/DSCN5197%5B14%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="DSCN5197" border="0" alt="DSCN5197" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_NxpfF3q2jSM/TLGkVDd-nYI/AAAAAAAAAxA/gArKr2wqbwk/DSCN5197_thumb%5B10%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="364" height="484" /></a> Ever wondered..  if life as we know it looks like this?</p> <p> </p> <p align="center"><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_NxpfF3q2jSM/TLGkV-erLHI/AAAAAAAAAxE/7BBKgRf7ftA/s1600-h/DSCN5199%5B9%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="DSCN5199" border="0" alt="DSCN5199" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_NxpfF3q2jSM/TLGkXDLUiuI/AAAAAAAAAxI/DcwzhKvkzhw/DSCN5199_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="644" height="484" /></a> Ahh, loves.</p> <p align="center">Xx.</p> CuterThanYourBumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00992892501145890457noreply@blogger.com1