<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37106674</id><updated>2012-01-16T10:53:31.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memoirs of a Mushroom</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanjuanxmushrooms.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37106674/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanjuanxmushrooms.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37106674/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>tan juan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07027788922166448971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>426</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37106674.post-3029063896168130337</id><published>2012-01-13T21:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T10:53:31.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Belated 2012! :P</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;13 January 2012&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Right, so I'm too weeks late. And two months gone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway, this is just another lame and random update. I wouldn't have bothered if my roommate hadn't reminded me that my blog is dead. So, I guess it's thanks to her I'm here. Again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, what have I been up to!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Went to Singapore last year end (sounds like ages ago doesn't it) and spent my New Year's Eve and New Year there. No, I didn't go to all the overly-packed countdown parties, even though I sort of wanted to. Just spent a nice quiet night at my cousin's house, gorging on all sorts of sinful desserts and sweets. Yum. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My life is so boring right now I could weep. I suppose I should blame myself because I feel too lazy to do anything much. I just keep taking naps in the afternoons, it's like I'm trying to ... reclaim all the napping time I've lost in KL. It just occurred to me that I haven't had a nap for &lt;i&gt;months&lt;/i&gt; already. And I probably will not be having one again once the next semester starts. Oh dear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The timetable for the next semester just came out and I am beyond pissed. Won't get into it now since I'm going to be the first one to barge into the office the first day of school (and when is that again? I don't even know) and demand that they permit me to change my class time even though they have - &lt;i&gt;meticulously&lt;/i&gt;, I'm sure - put my timetable together for me. Hmpph.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And ... I just highlighted my hair for the very first time today morning. My hair has finally lost its virginity! :) My parents don't really approve of me dyeing my hair but I just went ahead and did it anyway. Okay I wouldn't call this proper dyeing since it's just simple brown highlights, which aren't even that obvious unless if I stand under the sun. Then it looks pretty! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm satisfied with it, but the next time I guess I'll be going for a whole hair color change. Reddish-brown has always appealed to me, haha. I'll just see if I get hotter in the new few months. If I do, then red hair, here I come! If I get uglier due to stress and whatnot (ha-ha) ... I shall just stick to boring black. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay random pics time! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/FxCam_1326142618858.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/FxCam_1326142716341.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;DKNY Be Delicious perfume set &lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: rgb(34, 34, 34); font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: 16px; text-align: -webkit-auto; "&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My mom bought this for me, thanks mom! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay, actually, it isn't technically FOR ME, since my mom thinks it is ridiculous that I should need four perfumes, and that they would dry up before I'd even finish using one. So she took the 30ml Fresh Blossom and the mini Be Delicious, and I got the other two. Oh, and the shimmering body lotion. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAHAHA NOW I CAN SPARKLE LIKE EDWARD BLOODY CULLEN! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not that I have the remotest desire to look like him. Or any vampire for that matter. No thank you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/FxCam_1326106969425.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Om nom nom :P&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Finger food served at G Hotel where we had one of our performances, which we eagerly ate during our performance break. It was one of the most tiring performances ever. Possibly because it was in the morning and most of us weren't quite awake yet. Of course, we revived a bit after the good food. The smoked salmon sashimi was awesome. And it was FREE. Double the awesomeness!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Free food tastes the best. HAHAHA. And mommy's cooking of course!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/FxCam_1326108019105.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;With Zi Lin the erhu pro! :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/FxCam_1326111184260_wonder.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;L to R : Wei-Ying, me, Christy and Chelsea&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am in love with the G Hotel washrooms!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Notice that I refuse to call (to degrade as, more like) them mere toilets. They were all black and classy, with all those gorgeous swirly designs on the walls. And the light was just right. Not too glaringly bright, not too dim. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Which makes it a perrrfect place for ... you know it, camwhoring! =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/FxCam_1326110907370_wonder.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/FxCam_1326123955462_wonder.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hahaha. Sorry. My deadly sin, vanity. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/FxCam_1326222795776.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My mom's soon-to-be-dead roses! Just testing out the new Android photography apps that I downloaded. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Most of the photos below are taken using those apps or edited on the phone. It's crazy fun! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/FxCam_1326446452750.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hello, Penang!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Photo taken when I went hiking with Jit Nee last Friday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/C360_2012-01-14-19-49-32.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Chinese New Year deco at Straits Quay&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pretty, no? Definitely better than the ones last year, which I can't quite remember, except for the fact that they were hideous. Hmm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/DSC_1042.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34); font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 16px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: small; "&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Group photo, taken yesterday night after our performance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I look slightly disheveled and had my hair pinned up because, instead of performing indoors like last week (and last year, as a matter of fact), we performed OUTDOORS yesterday. And it wasn't even the sea-facing outdoors, otherwise we would probably have gotten a bit of a sea breeze. No, we were unfortunate enough to have performed on the land-facing outdoors. It was SO FREAKING HOT, we all couldn't stop sweating like pigs. 5 minutes. 5 minutes into the performance was all it took for our faces to start looking all shiny and yucky. Eew.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And the good news is, we're still performing outdoors next week. And the week after the next. Oh dear. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/C360_2012-01-14-20-02-25.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Taken from inside Coffee Bean&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I tell you, the Ice Blended Pure Double Chocolate at this particular Coffee Bean is TO DIE FOR. Even without whipped cream, it was really great. The texture is incredibly smooth for an ice blended drink (which, to some people, I guess, is ridiculous because if they wanted 'smooth' drinks they probably would have gone for something else and not ice blendeds. Maybe.) and the taste so chocolatey I almost passed out. Hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Way more yummy than the PDCs I've tried in some of the other branches. Even the ones in KL couldn't beat the ones at Straits Quay. Yum. So having it when I go there again. Which is probably ... tomorrow. I'm sorry, fats. I can't resist the temptation, not when it comes to this drink. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/C360_2012-01-15-14-56-45.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;New specs!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I look like a guy. A beetle-like guy with long hair, LOL. Extremely unlike myself! Hmm. And I have no upper lip oh my god HAHAHAHA. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And that's all for now! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Will attempt to update more oft- all right I shall not complete the sentence and accidentally make promises that I might not be able to keep. Haha. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ta! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37106674-3029063896168130337?l=tanjuanxmushrooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanjuanxmushrooms.blogspot.com/feeds/3029063896168130337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37106674&amp;postID=3029063896168130337&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37106674/posts/default/3029063896168130337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37106674/posts/default/3029063896168130337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanjuanxmushrooms.blogspot.com/2012/01/happy-belated-2012-p.html' title='Happy Belated 2012! :P'/><author><name>tan juan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07027788922166448971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37106674.post-2179765228871710450</id><published>2011-11-19T12:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T13:13:25.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Plans, Plans! :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;19 November 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It'll be my one-month semester break one month from now! Incredible, isn't it. It's hard to believe I've been here for a semester already. It feels like I haven't done anything at all. Wait. It doesn't just FEEL that way, it IS that way. If you get me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I suppose it's because the subjects I'm taking this semester are not that tough, and I dropped Accounting (which I have zero plans whatsoever to take up in the foreseeable future)(even though I have this inkling I might &lt;i&gt;have&lt;/i&gt; to). I have no Accounting basics, and I can just tell that I'll hate it even though I've never done it. It's just one of those feelings. Haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chemistry 101 is not as simple as thought. Some parts are, some aren't. For example the electron configuration 1s2 2s2 2p6 3s1 shit is just a damn pain in the ass. What's wrong with the good old 2.8.1 we learned back in high school? Pah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway. Semester break! I have a lot of wonderful plans for my break but I highly doubt that more than 5 of those plans would actually happen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let me just make a list and bore you all. Hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Explore KL with my friends. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, I have been here for 4 months, and I have not really explored KL. Pretty tragic. It doesn't help that we don't own a car. Poo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Go to Singapore.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I miss Singapore and I miss my relatives there! Ee Leng is back from New Zealand and I wanna see her, bad!! :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Also, I must say, I've missed the Christmas atmosphere in Singapore. Orchard Road!! Haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. Visit my friends' hometowns.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is pretty unlikely. Don't think I can find the time to do so... Maybe next time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. Invite my friends to my hometown. Haha.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yep. Could happen! Even though I have no idea what I'm gonna let them all do in Penang except eat. Or maybe we could do some sightseeing. Even though ... what is there to see in Penang that hasn't been seen before? Because most of my friends are from Kedah and they frequently have trips to Penang. Oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. Join the CO competition at Gurney next January.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yaaaaaaay. I've missed Chinese Orchestra so damn much! Sigh. :')&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;6. Learn to cook.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAHAHA I must must must make sure this plan is fulfilled. I'm now pretty good (self-claimed, but what the hell) at frying eggs! Ooh I love eggs. I just tried frying a sausage and cheese omelette yesterday! Too much sausage and too little eggs but dammit the outcome was freaking awesome. Although it was more like scrambled eggs than an omelette. STILL BLOODY YUMMY. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;7. Lose weight. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes. So typical. But then I've gained weight due to lack of exercise here in KL. Been having a lot of fancy food recently, therefore! The only time I can exercise is during the weekends. Exercise being jogging, which I absolutely DETEST. I dance a bit too but it's nothing really calorie-burning, to be frank. I try my best though. Have climbed the stairs to my unit on the 19th floor a fair few times. Yes, 19th floor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I walk down the stairs every morning except for Thursday and the weekends, because the lifts never (okay, not never) come to the 19th floor. Somehow the kind people on the 10th - 13th floor manage to make the lifts go down when they get in, and us poor souls on the 19th floor have to wait for 10 minutes plus for the lifts. And if the lifts do, by some miracle, reach the 19th floor, they are always full. What's the point of even waiting? Taking the stairs is much quicker. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My End-of-the-Year resolution is to cycle on the stationary bike for at least 40 minutes (like I used to do) and then dance around and do whatever I can to be more fit. Hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;8. Dance!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't dance as ... errm, liberally? as I used to do at home here, because there is just no SPACE and the worst thing is, there is no full-length mirror here. TRAGIC! I miss seeing the whole me! And there is no dance studio at Taylor's OMGWTF how can that be! Pfft. Luckily there are about a thousand and one reflective glass walls at Taylor's so that's where the Dance Club people practise and where I play around. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;9. Bathe!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Right. This is a plan. Just not for sem break. For NOW. Gotta run. Gonna go grab lunch at the awesome Chinese place at Summit. Food there feels like home. Sort of. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ta! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37106674-2179765228871710450?l=tanjuanxmushrooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanjuanxmushrooms.blogspot.com/feeds/2179765228871710450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37106674&amp;postID=2179765228871710450&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37106674/posts/default/2179765228871710450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37106674/posts/default/2179765228871710450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanjuanxmushrooms.blogspot.com/2011/11/plans-plans.html' title='Plans, Plans! :)'/><author><name>tan juan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07027788922166448971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37106674.post-8109915516035522580</id><published>2011-10-29T23:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T23:19:25.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>End of October</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;29 October 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It has been a long month, and I have been lazy again. If I didn't happen to see my roomie updating HER blog, I wouldn't even be here right now. But I am, because the guilt for neglecting my blog has kicked in, at last. Took me long enough. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A great bunch of things have been happening recently, and sad to say, they were mostly unfortunate events. I lost my phone, almost lost my laptop (I know right!!!), got a new phone, sat for SAT and TOEFL, got the results, attended the Fright Night Halloween party, went through the Great Bad Luck week ... list goes ever on and on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Haha. Yes, you read that right. I lost my just acquired-in-March Vivaz Pro phone. I'm just this slightest bit upset over it; to be honest, I feel more furious than anything else. Because I accidentally dropped the phone on the LAST bus specially arranged for us Taylor's Lakeside students (&lt;i&gt;only&lt;/i&gt; us) who live in Casa Subang, and the next day, it was gone. Sorry I sort of suck at summarizing a long story. So just pretend you actually understood what I'm trying to say. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's pretty obvious the bus driver stole it since my friend was the last one to exit the bus that day, meaning, no other passenger could have possibly taken it, but what the hell, I can't prove it. And I'm not going to. Even though I want to. But it's impossible so I'm gonna let it go. It's a very long story which infuriates me, and ... why dwell on things of the past? Let it go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway, I'll be uploading a few photos of the Fright Night and some other exciting - well, &lt;i&gt;more&lt;/i&gt; exciting anyway - events in the past few weeks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;FRIGHT NIGHT &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34); font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 16px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The weather that night &lt;i&gt;was&lt;/i&gt; pretty frightening. Stormy, rainy weather. I was wet before I even reached school. Haha. Admission ticket was a whopping RM40 when I could have sneaked in, gratis. The RM40 was for the buffet dinner, which was pretty bloody awesome. &lt;i&gt;Not&lt;/i&gt;. But I'm trying to convince myself it was, because I wouldn't want myself to think that I've wasted the money for nothing. Hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_6707.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Performance by the Theater students. To be frank, I didn't get the performance. Because I was distracted, and wasn't really watching. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_6716.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Someone's really adorable (fine, it's not) headgear-hairband. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_6674.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_6654.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And here we are!! Hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We weren't exactly IN COSTUME, since I wouldn't call those genuine costumes, like, say, a Snow White costume. Haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Abee was, obviously, a hot devil. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ah Bank, was a Chinese ghost-like clown from the front and Frankenstein from the back. Pretty damned creative, if you ask me. And she was wearing our school Chemistry lab coat HAHAHA. Talk about fully utilizing what our sponsors supplied us! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ching Yee was the stare-at-you-with-big-eyes-during-midnight little girl ghost. Haha. Not very convincing right, she just looks more ... well, normal, like she's going shopping! Still nice though! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I, was supposed to be a dark angel. I didn't have a halo, and my wings couldn't be seen. Talk about a ... um, fallen? dark angel. MAJOR FAIL! :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_6649-1.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My tutu-like skirt and gorgeous black shoes! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_6648.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_6641.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know we don't look scary haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_6615.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Neh, my wings! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_6770.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With Wen Jin and her skinny long legs! Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Some of my favorite photos from the night :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_6671.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Borrowed Abee's devil stick for a bit and played around with it. Hahhaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_6645.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/haha.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34); font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 16px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: small; "&gt;♥ &lt;/span&gt;these two photos a lot!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Right, go stalk me on Facebook if you wanna see the rest of the (decent-looking or acceptable) photos. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Deepavali &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34); font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 16px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sheena kindly invited us to her abode in Kajang for Deepavali. Was a really interesting trip, despite the fact that I was sick the whole day before Deepavali and couldn't take part in the prayers to Sheena's ancestors, and I couldn't eat all those glorious, mouthwatering Indian curries and traditional murukus or snacks (!!!!!!). Sigh. I feel so bad. Not for myself, but for Sheena's family. An extra sick person in the house! During their New Year! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway we took the KTM commuter to Kajang, and boy it was a hell of a terrible trip. For me, at least. Firstly something was wrong with that particular commuter, it was very stuffy and warm inside. Also, there weren't any seats, and I was feeling especially dizzy and nauseous at that moment, so I threw aside all my concerns for my reputation (ha-ha, right), and squatted down on the floor like a bloody drunk or drug addict. Awesome. Hahah. I suffered that way through around 11 stops. Am I hardy or what? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_6831.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sheena helping Ching Yee put on her Punjabi suit. HAHAHA. Yes, we wore the traditional Indian costume! Thanks a lot Sheena and sister for lending us those suits! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Next time, I'm gonna wear a sari. Whooopee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_6832.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_6847.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These were taken on the morning of Deepavali. Candles all lighted up! I am not entirely sure why they light up the candles, though. A tradition, yes, but why? Didn't occur to me to ask at the time. Too excited to be wearing a Punjabi suit! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_6838.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sheena looked absolutely gorgeous that day! Dangly earrings, makeup, new clothes! Everyone should look awesome during New Year, haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_6840.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Even toddlers deck out in their very best (albeit not on their own accord, I suppose)! SO ADORABLE RIGHT? He was wearing a ring and a necklace! :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_6852.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hahaha now you can see us more clearly. We look pretty great, right? Right. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_6854.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Surprisingly I looked pretty Indian. Kind of. Ching Yee too! Ah Bank, not so much. Perhaps she's too fair. Not that our skin tones are all that dark, but ... I don't know. If you manage to figure it out then tell me! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_6848.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sheena's awesome family!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_6878.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_6901.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Went for a walk around Sheena's residential area. Quite a pleasant neighborhood, as far as neighborhoods go. They have the standard playgrounds, a very precipitous, grassy green slope to play and camwhore at, huge trees, and not that many strays roaming around (the same cannot be said for where I am living now), et cetera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_6919.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I LOVE THIS PHOTO!! Hahaha there's this very ... olden-day feel to it (well, duh, it's greyscale), I think it's probably due to Ah Bank's funny Hang Tuah headgear (cunningly created from the scarf that went with the suit) and the stick she was holding, LOL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I look like a bloody parrot (you know, the fish! Wait, that's blood parrot right okay I shall shut up now). I meant, pirate. Haha. Sorry. Being lame.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_6928.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Look how steep it is! And green! LOVED IT! Haven't been anywhere really green recently. Welcome to Subang Jaya, the horribly urbanized, congested, polluted, (insert negative adjective here) city in which I'm living. Poo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay. End of this post. Obviously a lot more interesting things happened but I cannot post everything all in one entry right? Right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Haha. In case you are curious, my SAT scores weren't awesome. In fact, they were quite ... well. Exceeded my expectations, definitely, but in a bad way. LOL. Who says exceed expectations has to be exceed in a positive or increasing way? HAHAHA. I suppose my scores weren't BAD, but I was expecting far better scores (like in my practice tests). Oh well. Sigh. I feel like retaking the test even though it's pointless. But ... sheesh. What happened to not dwelling on the past then? Let it go. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My TOEFL scores, on the other hand, were pretty great. Not great great, like 115/120 great (I have a friend who got 120/120 BLOODY HELL and her SAT marks were 2380/2400 DOUBLE BLOODY HELL), but it wasn't awful. I'm quite satisfied and pleased with the results, since I was totally expecting to retake the test next year as I thought I screwed up. Turns out I only screwed up my Listening and Speaking section! Phew. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No expectations, no heartache. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Goodnight! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37106674-8109915516035522580?l=tanjuanxmushrooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanjuanxmushrooms.blogspot.com/feeds/8109915516035522580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37106674&amp;postID=8109915516035522580&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37106674/posts/default/8109915516035522580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37106674/posts/default/8109915516035522580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanjuanxmushrooms.blogspot.com/2011/10/end-of-october.html' title='End of October'/><author><name>tan juan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07027788922166448971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37106674.post-4085400831963676355</id><published>2011-09-09T21:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T23:52:58.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alive and (quite) Well</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;9 September 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, yes, I'm alive! Despite all the stress, I'm still surviving, and enjoying my life to the absolute maximum (kind of)!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway, I'm going to post photos here. Will ramble next time! I have SO many things to say. I'll just say one thing now : LIFE HERE IS NO PLAY. It's stressful, I have had (still have) to make a lot of decisions that could potentially decide my success or failure in the future, and boy, they sure were no easy feats. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have to cope with quite a lot of stuff now which I think I might have mentioned, I have no idea : my personal statement essay which I regard as one of the most important things along with SAT and TOEFL, the subject tests, teacher's recommendation letters, CommonApp, university application essay, resume, university research ... Who says growing up is fun? Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So. I'll start with my campus photos! My campus basically looks picture-perfect all the time and is very 'photogenic' especially during genial, sunny weather. But it is pretty scary to be on campus during stormy and rainy weather, and it is just plain &lt;i&gt;dull&lt;/i&gt; when the sky is a dreary, gloomy grey. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll share a 'fun' fact about Taylor's Lakeside Campus : it looks completely magnificent from the outside, but inside? Not so magnificent. When it rains, you'll get wet very easily. Then you would look up, notice the 'ceiling' and wonder why the hell you ARE getting wet. I still have no idea why. The corridors connecting Blocks C, D, and E are like that! Hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Am not complaining though, I love Taylor's so far!! And they ARE tiling the floors now. Haha. Although, I have to say, it is a tad too cold at certain places on our campus - our American Degree Program classrooms for instance. Damn cold. But I'm inuring to it! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Whoops am babbling already. I am SO sorry!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_5722-1.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There, this is what my campus looks like during great weather! This photo is taken with my mediocre Canon IXUS camera (of which I complain about frequently, especially its performance in low light) and not stolen from Taylor's website or anything like that. Quite superb, no? Haha. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_5775.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_5773.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And THIS, is what my campus looks like in somber weather. Not so nice eh! It's like the buildings have blended into the sky and the whole world has turned a dismal grey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_5850.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_5864.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Look how reflective the surface of the lake is! Beautiful right. Haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hey, try spotting the tortoise in the photo above! The second photo. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/16082011511.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lots of fish in the lake, and I mean A LOT. Look at all those dark 'spots' or 'patches'!! Those are all huge catfish. EXTREMELY REVOLTING TO LOOK AT. Makes me dizzy. And squeamish. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Also a lot of koi and several other fishes of unknown (to me) species.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_5780.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/09082011489.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There are even ducks (and geese) on our campus! Too awesome. They have been the source of immense fascination and entertainment to my friends and I. Hahaha. We used to get so excited when they come out to swim. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They even have their own little wooden shelter, how sweet do the fluffy white ducks look sleeping underneath?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/04082011477.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_5868.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/04082011476.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Seeeee. These photos are proofs that we were intrigued with the ducks. And geese. Damn I keep forgetting the geese. Haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Look, they are all swimming together like they are one, like they are family! It is just like the Ugly Duckling! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There are quite a number of new ducks and geese now! Some tiny black and white ones that look exactly like penguins and two more brown geese. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/04082011479.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I like this photo. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/04082011462.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No, wait. It is a sibling of Nessie, and it is called ... Taylie? Eew. Haha sorry I can't help being lame I have to relieve some of my stress or I would die...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_5874.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Camwhoring with the adorable ducks. I look odd but who cares I took a photo with DUCKS! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay fine. Nothing really noteworthy about that. Hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/16082011513.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There are times when some people sit by the lake, play their guitars, and sing. Hearing the simple music and singing along to it, feeling the pleasant breeze blowing against your cheeks, watching other students feeding the ducks, fish and tortoise ... there is nothing more enjoyable ... on campus anyway. Hahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay, there are, I suppose. Like playing the keyboards (no piano, too bad) in the Student Life Center or one of the classrooms when nobody is around, like sitting chatting with friends over lunch ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_5816.png" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pacman chairs in the Student Life Center and my insane friend Ah Bank. Hahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/28072011410.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One of the many (and I mean &lt;i&gt;MANY&lt;/i&gt;) Apple computers (they ARE computers right? Or is there some other fancy name for it? Sorry, I'm a ... technonoob? LOL!) in our school. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have had a lot of pretty peculiar - peculiar in the sense that they are unfamiliar and totally unlike what I usually eat in Penang - food this past month. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_5890.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fine, this isn't peculiar. It's just like our scrumptious Ice Kacang back in Penang, just without the abundance of jellies, nutmegs, corns and whatnot and only the red beans which I dislike. Hahaha. Oh, and it is also ... twice as expensive? Hrrmph. Welcome to KL! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_5839.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Some minced meat noodle thing I had at Sunway Pyramid with my brother, Jenni and my roommate. Quite weird but quite delicious too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_5884.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;EXTREMELY tragic dinner cooked by my roommate and I. If you even call this cooking. LOL. I feel sad for myself when I look at this photo. A piece of plain chicken, chicken soup with soggy beans floating atop, and plain noodles. &lt;i&gt;*shakes head*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And this was not the worse ....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_5846.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ARRRRGH! I wanna puke when I see this... Sweet potato and carrot 'half-porridge'. It was totally sticky and unporridge-like .... and ... eew. It's not that our cooking skills suck (okay, it kind of is) but it's because we do not have the proper utensils and I have no idea how to work the hot plate outside and it's not like my roomie and I ever venture out of our room anyway. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Also, my dear, kind aunt dumped all these yucky veggies for me one day despite my incessant declination, so, what to do but to cook them? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/31072011415.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Starfruit and apples! Starfruit are so tasty! I never knew! Never touched them back at home. Maybe it had something to do with the shape ... The little stars just look so appealing and delicious! Starfruit are cut into thick strips back at home ... eew, no thanks! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/16082011514.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/16082011515.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With roomie Ching Yee! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/24082011534.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One of the most awesome nights I had since I came here. Just sat there and chatted nonstop with my mates, and we even bought shandy to celebrate. As in, celebrate for no reason. LOL. CHEERS!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/hahahah.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's a photo of me wearing a totally adorable hairband which kind of doesn't suit me, at a Chinese restaurant in Sunway Pyramid. In case, you know, you've forgotten what I looked like. HAHAHA. And in case you're curious as to whether I look the same (ie, have gained or lost weight).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was really tired when the photo was taken, can you tell? It's hardly possible to get a minimum of 8 hours of sleep nowadays ... Sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_5909.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_5904.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Few photos with some of my mates. There are more but can't be arsed to upload them now. Haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay. End of this post! I have to go edit my ENGLISH101 essay draft now! Geez. So many things to do, so little time! :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway. Ta. Will update if I have anything interesting to tell. Actually I do have a lot of interesting things to tell now, but this post is getting unbearably long and I am starting to feel dizzy for some inexplicable reason. Stress, I suppose. First stomachaches, now dizziness. Sigh. What a hard life. Hahaha. Just kidding. I'm not that good with stress I suppose. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nights! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37106674-4085400831963676355?l=tanjuanxmushrooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanjuanxmushrooms.blogspot.com/feeds/4085400831963676355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37106674&amp;postID=4085400831963676355&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37106674/posts/default/4085400831963676355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37106674/posts/default/4085400831963676355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanjuanxmushrooms.blogspot.com/2011/09/alive-and-quite-well.html' title='Alive and (quite) Well'/><author><name>tan juan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07027788922166448971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37106674.post-6133113392374378343</id><published>2011-08-09T11:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T11:48:03.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photos! :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;8 August 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Second update of the day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Since my roomie is uploading my photos onto her blog, I've decided that I'd upload them onto mine too. So, you'd better hope that my roomie updates her blog often, and influence me to do the same too. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Okay, so here are the photos of THE day we volunteered to be extras for the movie that is currently being filmed on our gorgeoooous campus! I'm so lucky I'm a Taylor-scholarian now. Not using the term Taylor-ian because it sounds too ... rich kid-ish. Lots of people at Taylor's are stinking rich, you can just tell by the way they walk and talk. Anyway, it's really lucky I'm here in the midst of this whirlwind of excitement!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;I mean, I saw those Singaporean actors (Joshua and Shawn if you haven't or didn't read my previous blog post) so many times on campus today. I think the corridor outside my TOEFL classroom is one of the main settings for the movie, hehe. We got shooed away by the kind people there the moment we exited our class because they told us we'd be caught on camera. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;It's a movie I'll HAVE to catch. It'd be so exciting to watch a movie filmed in someplace familiar! (of course, not forgetting the fact that there could be like 0.00000000001 seconds of my shadow on screen, not getting my hopes up though haha)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Oops, I'm such a babbling baboon. Sorry. But wait! Speaking of babbling baboons, I haven't even watched the last Harry Potter movie! It came out like a day before I left Penang and until now I haven't even gone near enough a cinema to smell the deliciously tantalizing fragrance of caramel popcorn, let alone catch a movie ... okay, enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_5787-1.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Photo of Jack Neo (director) taking a photo with a fan. Roomie and I think he looks thinner in real life, haha. He was really funny!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_5798.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_5799.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Okay, the photos you're probably waiting for. Haha. That's Shawn (1st pic) and Joshua (2nd pic), who looks kinda different from how he looked in the previous movie, and a bunch of fans! Random photo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_5796.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Thank you CANON IXUS camera! Lighting wasn't the best and that's probably why the photo turned out like this. Or it could be shaky hands, but I seriously doubt it. Thank you to the cute girl Jun Wei for helping us take this photo! And again, IT'S NOT YOUR FAULT!!! Thanks so much! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_5800.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Group photo with Jack Neo. Spot me!! Okay if you don't know what I look like (for which you should die a slow and cruel death hahaha), I'm the second girl to the left of Jack Neo, in white. Fine, it's not really white but that's beyond the point.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_5797.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jia Yiee with Shawn&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;She is just about the luckiest girl on earth because she took individual shots with BOTH Shawn and Joshua. And she stood in front of them in the group photo cause she's petite. FISHHHH. Hahaha. But it's all thanks to her we even got this opportunity to become extras as her friend's taking the mass communication course and is involved in the production? Or something like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_5804.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;There, be jealous! Be very very jealous! HAHAHAHA. But you deserve it, Jia Yiee! Thank you so much!! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_5802.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;HEARTS!!! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 16px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: small; "&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Still had time to camwhore among ourselves. Girls, typical! &lt;i&gt;*rolls eyes*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;I requested for a photo with Joshua but he said he'd go change first, so we camwhored while waiting. Time is gold, baby, time is gold! XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_5803.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Got our photo with Joshua! No individual shots (is that what you call them? Sounds weirder and weirder to me) though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_5805.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blurry photo of the two of them together taken by roomie, hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_5808.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Friends and Shawn!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Hahaha and here's my favourite photo :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_5807.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shawn and I&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;(or Shawn and me, SAT is really making me perplexed)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;I love this photo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Although, like I mentioned in Facebook, this photo is kind of off because I ME MOI look like the main focus of the photo instead of Shawn so ... yeah. Feels wrong. But am not complaining... :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Okay okay. That's all for this post, I REALLY have to go to bed because it's late and I have to wake up at around 6.15 am tomorrow, which truly sucks. No, wait. That's not what truly sucks, what DOES is that my class starts at 2 pm. And ends half an hour later than usual. WHY OH WHY. But it's alright, because I love my TOEFL teacher, she's really adorable and her classes are always interesting and hilarious because she has this wide range of expressions and actions, which is super funny to look at! Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Right, ta! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37106674-6133113392374378343?l=tanjuanxmushrooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanjuanxmushrooms.blogspot.com/feeds/6133113392374378343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37106674&amp;postID=6133113392374378343&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37106674/posts/default/6133113392374378343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37106674/posts/default/6133113392374378343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanjuanxmushrooms.blogspot.com/2011/08/photos.html' title='Photos! :)'/><author><name>tan juan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07027788922166448971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37106674.post-3460739731252266013</id><published>2011-08-08T10:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T10:25:00.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exciting Moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;8 August 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Something really exciting is happening at my school right now!! Jack Neo and his crew are filming the sequel to I Not Stupid Too right here, on my campus! I can see them filming stuff RIGHT HERE where I'm sitting, they're filming a scene on one of the staircases here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday my mates and I went to be extras for a few scenes. Not sure whether I was caught on camera though, but it was truly an enlightening experience. I'll try not to complain about lousy movies and actors or actresses in the future, because it's not simple work, acting. We were mere, insignificant extras and we all felt so tired even though we did nothing. I can't start to imagine how exhausted the main actors were. Haha. It was truly fun though and I probably won't mind doing it again. Heck. I'm pretty sure I WILL do it again. Cause I'm narcissistic and want to see my own face on screen HAHAHA. Hey, please don't hate me for being honest! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we met Joshua and Shawn yesterday (!!!!!) and took photos with them. Hahaha. A bunch of crazy fangirls. I'll admit I'm not like a huge fan or anything, but the notion of taking photos with them was really appealing, so I did. Of course, they're really cute!! x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Might upload the photos soon (yeah, I know I cannot be trusted). Already uploaded them on facebook though. As usual!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sitting beside the lake now, under one of those huge umbrellas. It's a beautiful day, genial weather! The surface of the lake is so smooth, like a mirror. And I still cannot get over how pretty the campus looks. Aww. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37106674-3460739731252266013?l=tanjuanxmushrooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanjuanxmushrooms.blogspot.com/feeds/3460739731252266013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37106674&amp;postID=3460739731252266013&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37106674/posts/default/3460739731252266013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37106674/posts/default/3460739731252266013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanjuanxmushrooms.blogspot.com/2011/08/exciting-moment.html' title='Exciting Moment'/><author><name>tan juan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07027788922166448971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37106674.post-3404161935958309053</id><published>2011-07-27T22:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T11:28:53.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Chapter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;2 August 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It has been two months since I last updated. I know, this intro is getting seriously old, you have probably seen it 2835 times on my blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway, I have been in KL for a little over a fortnight now, studying. Okay, not&lt;i&gt; KL&lt;/i&gt; KL, if you get me. Not the bustling city of KL, but Subang (I'm guessing, I actually have no SPECIFIC idea where I am right now).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm studying in Taylor's University College which you probably already know if you've read my blog before this although, now that I come to think of it, I don't recall myself mentioning that I'd be coming to Taylor's, I just mentioned about the scholarship to the USA. Or maybe I did, who cares.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm sorry there aren't any photos in this post but I'm supposed to be doing my homework right now. It's just that the fact that I haven't been updating for two months suddenly popped up in my mind, and it elicited this wave of guilt that I couldn't ignore. So here I am!! Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I'm more free I'll upload photos of my campus! I've uploaded some on Facebook already but I can always take more, since my campus basically looks picture-perfect all the time. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's pretty tough business, studying in a class full of super smart scholars from all over the country. There are also quite a lot of things to get used to, different education systems, different English standards, doing my own laundry, getting my own food supplies and all that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll go into detail some other time. I hope I'll get the time to blog more often as I SERIOUSLY need to improve my essay-writing skills. Sigh. SAT and TOEFL are hideously tough! SAT more so, but that doesn't make the TOEFL easy. Easier, but not easy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay actually the top part of this blog post is a week old, I just haven't gotten around to actually publishing it. So I'm now adding more stuff to this blog entry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am ACTUALLY in the library right now, doing nothing. Hahaha. Due to the rain (I suspect), the WiFi in my apartment unit has gone totally haywire, so I cannot do any research, search for the definition of words etc online, and now, I'm here on campus, using the superb WiFi, updating my blog. It's totally crazy, there are only two available shuttle bus services in the morning, one at 6.45 am another at 7.45 am. So no matter what time your class starts you'll be at school at around 8 am. For instance, my TOEFL class starts at 2 freaking pm in the afternoon and I'm right here. Now. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Of course, you could take the public bus, which my roomie and I frequently did, but it's kind of inconvenient especially if you're carrying your laptop or a lot of heavy books *cough* SAT *cough*, as you'll have to walk quite a distance from Casa Subang to the bus stop opposite Summit. Zzz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've spent a PRODIGIOUS (study SAT vocab = show off SAT vocab) amount of money on food alone since the first day I've been here. The food here is atrociously expensive, just a simple plate of chicken rice costs RM4.80 (that's just in the Taylor's food court) and the cheapest food I've eaten here costed me ... RM2.50? for an egg and a veggie. Gone are the days of cheap RM1.30 noodles! Oh, the misery. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay I'm feeling absolutely VORACIOUS (is that right? haha) right now, I could murder a whole pig. So hungry!! Arrgh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway. I'll update later! Tonight, if possible. Or not. Probably not since, like I mentioned, the WiFi in my unit has gone nuts. Also, my roomie and I plan to go to Mydin tonight to get some bananas? HAHAH. To buy some food. It seems that I'm perpetually hungry, no matter the time, geeeez. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37106674-3404161935958309053?l=tanjuanxmushrooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanjuanxmushrooms.blogspot.com/feeds/3404161935958309053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37106674&amp;postID=3404161935958309053&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37106674/posts/default/3404161935958309053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37106674/posts/default/3404161935958309053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanjuanxmushrooms.blogspot.com/2011/07/new-chapter.html' title='New Chapter'/><author><name>tan juan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07027788922166448971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37106674.post-1498713876675359059</id><published>2011-06-01T19:13:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T22:17:35.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Laziness Part 3000</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;1 June 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Whoops. I haven't been updating again. Nothing has really been going on, I'm just lazy, as usual. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway this will be just a long post with random photos, since I haven't finished editing the rest of the Macau photos (the horror! I'm probably the worst procrastinator, ever). Part of the reason for the delay is because there are SO many photos (and vain, self-loving, camwhoring ones at that) I don't know which one to upload, so I gave up trying to edit them! I'll resume sorting them out ... eventually. Hahha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay. So recently (some weeks ago, haha) I found out that I got the JPA scholarship that I applied for. I chose the tourism course as it was the only non-science course available besides business. I like traveling and think 'travel journalist' sounds cool, but tourism was not exactly something I've considered. Oh, who cares. Great opportunity!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I got the scholarship to USA! But I'm stuck here for 2 more years, and I'll be leaving for Taylor's College in KL in around two months. Not looking forward to leaving the comforts of my home but it can't be helped. Sigh. Time to learn to be independent, to banish my procrastinating tendencies, exorcise my own demons (ie laziness LOL), learn to WASH MY OWN CLOTHES etc. Oh man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay, photos!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Went to Secret Recipe at Straits Quay for (allegedly) a Mother's Day celebration. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_2921.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Chocolate brownie with ice cream&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_2922.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Carrot cake&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We ordered around 6 slices of cake (not to worry, there were 7 of us, my maid included!) and these two were the tastiest, in my opinion. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The chocolate brownie is to &lt;i&gt;die&lt;/i&gt; for. Slightly warm, with a thick layer of melted fudge all over it and a scoop of vanilla ice cream on top. Yum. There are also tiny pieces of walnut (at least, I thought they were walnuts) in the brownie. Almost all of us agreed that this brownie is the nicest out of all the cakes we ordered. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And the carrot cake with that heavenly cream cheese on top ... how can anyone not like it? Haha. Okay, wait. My sister doesn't like it. Oh well, she always has had a peculiar taste that contradicts mine. For starters, she hates mushrooms. MUSHROOMS. Even those fragrant Chinese mushrooms!! &lt;i&gt;*shrugs*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. We went to Eastern and Oriental Hotel for a buffet lunch, at the Sarkie's Corner (I think). Also another (alleged) Mother's Day celebration. Haha.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_2981.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_2995.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sister-with-peculiar-taste-buds and I&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/14052011173.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Grey sea at the back&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_3024.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Beautiful building, no?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_3028.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_3034.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/14052011179.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Outfit of the day =.=&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_3047.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sad to say the food there wasn't that great, except for a very few dishes. The adults particularly loved the lobster, but since, you know, the meat portion of the lobster is so ridiculously tiny, they had to go for the lobsters again and again until even my normally un-embarrass-able dad started to feel embarrassed about having to go back for more. Hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The macarons were extremely horrible, completely unlike the ones I had in Macau, which - I think I have mentioned before - were overwhelmingly sweet but still tasty. Whereas these ones were, yes, also overwhelmingly sweet but absolutely revolting. Not surprisingly, my sister's first impression of macarons aren't good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The first time I had macarons was in Singapore, Ee Leng introduced them to me, and I liked them! I've seen them often in photographs (all those pastel rainbow colours, so pleasing to the eye :P) but have never tried them before that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There was this dessert called the Ivory Cake, which was a bitch to cut, but totally delicious. All light, sweet fresh cream and soft sponge cake. At least, that was what I thought they were. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I guess the buffet was good in terms of variety, but not so good in terms of tastiness. The ambience is good though! Can see the sea through the white-paned windows. Unfortunately it was a very gloomy, misty day that day, with a slight drizzle. Not great for photos! :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. Photos of MILLIGY aka the soft toy everyone loves! :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_3015.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Enjoying a piece of nangka :P&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/16052011190.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/16052011191.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/24052011210.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ooh, look, a shrimp! :D&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My sister and I went shrimp-ing (shrimp equivalent of fishing) at the river in botanical garden some time ago. I took some photos, but I won't post them now. Maybe in the next random-photos post! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/28052011218.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;On top of the world haha&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. Acquired a new ladybug for my ever-expanding ladybug family. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/29052011226.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;See the smallest one? Just bought it a few days ago at S&amp;amp;J. It's actually a ring box (SO CUTE!! I definitely want one of these when somebody proposes to me one day, haha). Cuteeeee. And the ladybugs in the above picture are all from the same family! Hahah. Shit I'm so childish. =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. The Chinese Orchestra competition held on the day before yesterday. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My high school got the 'highest' gold prize or whatever it is called in English! So proud. Haha. Even though ... hmm. Never mind. Schools from all over Malaysia joined this competition, so it was QUITE competitive. So proud! It was a very fun, but exhausting day. Went to help out in the afternoon, was kind of chaotic backstage. Horror. New experience though! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/250255_216068058413275_100000302487235_722248_6145822_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Photo taken from Facebook&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Look, that's meeee!! Hahaha I look weird and fat. And downright grumpy. Oh well. Hahaha. Not sure whether this photo was taken during the finals at night or in the morning. If it was taken in the morning, then my grumpiness is explicable. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/30052011231.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;h3 class="video_title datawrap" style="text-align: center;font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; word-wrap: break-word; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;华联国中&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In my opinion, they were the best out of all the competing schools. :) They practised quite hard I guess. While everyone was chilling, relaxing and watching the competition inside the hall they were all outside (I assume because they didn't buy tickets, and didn't want to), practising. Well, they got what they deserve!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/30052011233.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Christy and Jamie from Union High School!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Awesome, super amiable, crazy people, hahahah. Love them both! :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/30052011234.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My furry handphone pouch haha&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay. End of this random post! Will post another one soon, I have quite a lot of random photos 'accumulated' in my handphone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh by the way, my parents and sister just left for China this morning and I'm all alone at home. Fine, not completely alone. But still! Transportation problems. Sigh. =.= DRIVING LESSON TOMORROW AGAIN. DREADING IT. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37106674-1498713876675359059?l=tanjuanxmushrooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanjuanxmushrooms.blogspot.com/feeds/1498713876675359059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37106674&amp;postID=1498713876675359059&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37106674/posts/default/1498713876675359059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37106674/posts/default/1498713876675359059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanjuanxmushrooms.blogspot.com/2011/06/laziness-part-3000.html' title='Laziness Part 3000'/><author><name>tan juan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07027788922166448971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37106674.post-5828255499718911417</id><published>2011-04-22T12:08:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T21:14:19.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Macau Part II (and a half)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;16 March 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(This is a pretty pointless post)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, after visiting the A-ma Temple, Macau Tower, Fisherman's Wharf and the Lou Lim Ioc Lotus Garden from the morning until around 5 pm, we went back to the hotel, rested for awhile, then my cousin and I went to the private lounge on the 17th floor for the complimentary cocktails (who doesn't love free drinks! WHO!) and food, which were only available from 5 pm to 7 pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Since everything was free we decided to eat as much as we could and thought of it as our dinner. Unfortunately there weren't many choices of food there, since it wasn't actually &lt;i&gt;dinner&lt;/i&gt; and more like tea or a pre-dinner light snack.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_1719.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_1720.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/lalalala.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cute pastries and cakes :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They were pleasing to the eye, but not for the tummy. Not saying they weren't tasty, it was just that ... we were looking for dinner. Not dinner material, haha. But to be frank they weren't particularly delicious either! Nothing special. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lighting was great for taking photos!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;View was quite awesome as well, can see mini human figures milling around the Ruins of St. Paul's if you look carefully! :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_1752.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pretty hard to believe that it only takes around 15 minutes to walk to the ruins. Looks so very far away from the hotel! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_1726.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Fizzing bubbles in a Bellini&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My cousin ordered this, which I'm sure everyone (okay, maybe not, doubt that my friends know) knows is champagne and peach juice. I know because I read about it in books. Haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;From what I've read and heard, the tinier the bubbles in a champagne, the better quality it is. Not sure though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was going to order the Cosmopolitan, but unfortunately it was 'out of stock'. PAH. I had the chance to order anything I want, without my parents around, without questions asked about my age, and FOR FREE, and it had to be unavailable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So in the end I settled for a Mimosa, which is champagne and orange juice, if you don't know. Preferred the Bellini though! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_1727.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/199051_133624673375351_100001834565826_217919_5651536_n-1.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We were kind of hungry so we had to look for some other things to eat. The waitress then offered to ask the cook to prepare us some 'crab'. Hahaha, my cousin didn't understand at first, and thought she was offering us seafood, which of course we didn't want, famished as we were. Turned out to be CREPE. Don't you pronounce it as 'crape' or at least 'creep'? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;*shrugs* &lt;/i&gt;That's how I always pronounce it anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think the crepe was infused with wine of some sort, tasted so unusual.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Still our tummies weren't satisfied (we shared one crepe, didn't like it enough to order another one), so we asked the waitress if they could possibly prepare something like scrambled eggs and toast (a bit weird I know, LOL) from the breakfast menu for us. She said no. Pah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I mean! It was just SCRAMBLED EGGS! AND TOAST! Maybe I should have asked to enter the kitchen myself and prepare my own food. Or just ask her to give us a toaster. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay I understand that the lounge was just a place for appetisers, to chill with friends etc, and not for 'heavy' food. But still! Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_1751.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cousin and I were reduced to eating raw oysters, which neither of us had tried before. Decided to try it together, haha. Not before squeezing a whole lot of lemon onto the oysters first though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have always found the &lt;i&gt;appearance&lt;/i&gt; and&lt;i&gt; thought&lt;/i&gt; of raw oysters disgusting but turned out they weren't so bad. Not as horrid as we expected anyway! Might try it again some other time. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_1756.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;AND THESE!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aren't these the most revolting food substances you have ever seen! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The &lt;i&gt;things&lt;/i&gt; on the left were ... asparagus and oysters, I think. And the ones on the right were steamed vegetables wrapped with a cabbage leaf and topped with a blob of something like tomato pasta sauce. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In contrast to their unappetising appearance, they actually tasted quite good. Haha. Unexpected. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_1754.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Once I polished off my Mimosa I ordered another cocktail, a Tom Collins, which tasted just like soda with lime, couldn't taste alcohol at all. My cousin barely took 3 sips from her Bellini, so I finished hers as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That was why I felt so good and light-headed, and slightly tipsy the whole night. Haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_1765.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_1781.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay, vain photos that you probably want to gag and puke seeing, haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We walked to the Wynn Hotel, to watch the free musical fountain show. And to explore around a bit!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_1789.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_1792.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quite a boring show, have seen better. But wait!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_1800.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Try spotting the TINY Macau Tower at the back! Only photo we took with the tower, I just realised. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_1808.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_1820.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is some kind of ... courtyard? I have no idea what it's called, in the MGM Grand Hotel. Full of flowers and their fragrance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_1814.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Beautiful hydrangeas&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/lalalala2.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;More exquisite, brilliantly-coloured flowers&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_1821.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_1830.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_1846.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_1839.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We were tired as hell by that time, and feeling all greasy and uncomfortable. But still, had to take photos. :P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Blisters were killing my cousin's and my feet. Awful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_1853.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_1855.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Over the top deco inside ... I think it was Wynn, didn't find out. All those huge tassels on the wall, and those gigantic traditional Chinese coins on the ceiling. Kind of at odds with the outward appearance of the hotel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_1878.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Casino Lisboa again, but the other side of it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/lalalala4.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/lalalala3.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Was lucky enough to catch another musical fountain show (which I think is at 15-minute intervals), and this one was much more impressive and nice, with fire and rainbow lights. This show lasted far longer too! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We watched the show from inside a small, long park, which we got lost in. Not exactly got lost, actually, it was just that all the entrances/exits from the park were locked except the one we got in by, and we didn't know, and we thought we could cut across the park and reach the Grand Lisboa Hotel in a shorter time and through a shorter route. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Walked around almost the whole park looking for an exit and had to admit defeat (after watching the fountain show) and return to the gate we went in by. Oh, our poor feet. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/189082_133647280039757_100001834565826_218046_4514114_n.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Soaked our feet in warm water in the tub. Bliss(ter)! ARGH! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_1921.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Stupid face! :P&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay, end of post! Hahaha. I know this post has lots of little, unimportant details you probably don't want to know. :P Forgive me! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Taaa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37106674-5828255499718911417?l=tanjuanxmushrooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanjuanxmushrooms.blogspot.com/feeds/5828255499718911417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37106674&amp;postID=5828255499718911417&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37106674/posts/default/5828255499718911417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37106674/posts/default/5828255499718911417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanjuanxmushrooms.blogspot.com/2011/04/macau-part-ii-and-half.html' title='Macau Part II (and a half)'/><author><name>tan juan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07027788922166448971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37106674.post-2350820025163527631</id><published>2011-04-15T14:13:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T15:54:51.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Macau Part II</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ooh, almost a fortnight since I last updated. Slipped my mind, sorry! Had my mind on other more important things. Like the JPA Scholarship interview which I sat for - completely unprepared - yesterday afternoon. Of course the interview turned out to be a total disaster. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My brain was being obstinately blank and it refused to think of any impressive answers. I stuttered so much, and couldn't control my hands. LOL. Major flunk! It didn't help that my teammates were all totally smart. Boohoo. I want to cringe and hide under the table everytime I recall what I said (or think I said, I don't really remember) yesterday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alright, no need to cry over spilled milk! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;16 March 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Second day of my Macau trip! Hopefully I'll be able to keep this post short and sweet. Pretty unlikely but I'll try!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Woke up and went to the Mistral restaurant for breakfast. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_1482.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_1487.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not that you can see anything here but the restaurant overlooks the gorgeous hotel swimming pool. Wasn't fortunate enough to get window seats, most of them were reserved, blah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_1484.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_1486.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mini macarons!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ooh, those macarons were so repulsively sweet! That still didn't stop me from having three, though. Hahaha. Disgustingly sweet, but still tasty. Hmm. Hope it makes sense. Loved the gooey filling in the middle! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_1495.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The buffet had quite a variety of food, I suppose. The usual bread and pastries, pancakes with many different types of toppings to choose from, an array of cheese, pasta, fruits, yoghurts, a thousand and one types of veggies, baconsausagemushroomseggs blah blah blah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Personally I don't care much for variety, as long as the food taste good! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The breakfast there was quite yummy, my cousin and I loved the scrambled eggs (I'm a &lt;i&gt;sucker&lt;/i&gt; for scrambled eggs) and sauteed mushrooms. I absolutely loved the tea they served too, though I have no idea what tea it was. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The dim sum was totally horrible though. Yuck. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oops, short and sweet. Right!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We walked to the A-ma Temple after breakfast. It's a longer walk than compared to the walk to St. Paul's Ruins. Should take around 20 minutes or so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_1496.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_1503.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Didn't take much photos there, had a blister on my foot due to the slingback on my new wedge shoe, and was feeling totally pissed. Luckily I had a pair of flat sandals with me! Haha I go everywhere well-prepared. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_1506.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pretty leafless trees&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Went to the Macau Tower after that. No, wait. Not after that. Thanks to my dear guy-cousin who felt cold because he didn't (not forgot! He assumed that he could withstand the cold) bring his jacket along, we had to walk all the way back to the hotel so that he could grab his jacket. Blah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bought some warm milk tea from the K convenient store outside Sofitel. The milk tea was really, REALLY yummy!! There was a very fragrant smell to it that I couldn't quite place. No one, NO ONE makes milk tea like that here! Wonder what was it that they added to theirs to make the tea so tasty. Eeeee. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_1510.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_1514.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_1519.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;View from the 58th floor of the Macau Tower&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Didn't find the view very impressive or anything but I suppose it was something different, not so many skyscrapers, and more old buildings (like Penang). Especially hated how yellow the sea was (can be seen in the photo of me lying down below). Arrgh reminded me of muddy puddles of water at construction sites.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_1575.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hahaha yes I know the floor has been stepped on by 291031940 people. Pretty thrilling to walk and stare through the glass at the same time, vertigo-inducing! For me, at least. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;61st floor is for the brave and adventurous! You can bungee jump from the tower and do many other scary but exhilarating things. Not for people like me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_1572.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lip-shaped sofa. Cute!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/Presentation1-1.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/Uha.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, aren't you just PROUD to be Malaysian (if you are one)!! Seeee! Our KL Tower (on the left) is in the list! Haha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We took a cab to the Fisherman's Wharf after that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_1583.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ooh, a fake Colosseum! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_1590.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/Uha2.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It kind of looks like the set of Harry Potter right! KIND OF. The arches. Haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_1592.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Aladdin's Fort at the back&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not sure what's inside! Maybe some theme park? Casinos? &lt;i&gt;*shrugs*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_1594.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Sands Hotel and Casino (that hideous building with gold-tinted windows) at the back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nothing much to see there at the Fisherman's Wharf, it was quite desolate. Great place for taking photos, I guess, with many old-style buildings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_1612.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_1627.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_1624.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_1616.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Babylon Casino&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_1661.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Had to wear sunglasses because it was SO windy, and the wind made my eyes dry. Didn't help that I was wearing contact lenses. The wind felt really cool and good though! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_1615.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Had lunch at the McDonald's, of all things. I just had a few fries and a big mug of hot chocolate, wasn't that hungry after my heavy breakfast. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There is this thing called Taro Pie (which is yam, I think) at the McDonald's there, which is just DELICIOUS. My aunt absolutely loved it, I think she had 3 or 4 during the trip. Haha. Pity they don't sell those here!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We also went into the Sands Casino and had a free drink or two, hahaha. The casino is reaaaaally huge. And there were quite a lot of people. Gambling! Burning away their money! I don't see the appeal with gambling, which is a good thing! I'd much rather spend the money on some gorgeous designer shoes! Hahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then, we took a cab to the Lou Lim Ioc Lotus Gardens. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_1663.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What I called the Mini Central Park of Macau. =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_1673.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_1684.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_1671.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A very tranquil, serene place, and I'm guessing, a favourite hangout for the senior citizens of the area.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_1668.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Giant bird of paradise on a ... fan tree? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Forgot the name of the tree in English, do know that it's called 芭蕉樹 in Chinese though! (and no I'm not going to search for it in Google again, not this time hahaha) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_1675.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_1681.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Beauty in the park AHAHAHAA&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just a joke, just a joke!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_1682.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There, the famed lotus of the Lou Lim Ioc LOTUS Garden. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LOOOL. So pathetic! All dead!! How awful. They should do something about it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_1694.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/Uha3.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Exquisite, vividly-coloured flowers in full bloom&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know they look like bougainvilleas from a distance. But they're not, they're far more beautiful. And these flowers, I have no idea what they're called, in English &lt;i&gt;and&lt;/i&gt; Chinese. Hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_1702.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_1704.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAHAHA seems that I like making a fool of myself in public. Tsk tsk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;WALKED (yes, walked) back to our hotel from the garden. Not a very short walk, I can tell you. Asked around for directions and most people said it's a 15-minute walk from the garden to the Ruins of St.Paul's. Maybe it was because my feet were hurting that I thought it felt more like 30 minutes. LOL. And we still had to walk back to our hotel from the ruins. Zzzz. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_1707.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A very crowded Senado's Square. Probably because the weather was nice! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay. End of this post! Will continue with Part Two and a Half soon, hopefully. Hahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ta!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37106674-2350820025163527631?l=tanjuanxmushrooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanjuanxmushrooms.blogspot.com/feeds/2350820025163527631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37106674&amp;postID=2350820025163527631&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37106674/posts/default/2350820025163527631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37106674/posts/default/2350820025163527631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanjuanxmushrooms.blogspot.com/2011/04/macau-part-ii_537.html' title='Macau Part II'/><author><name>tan juan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07027788922166448971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37106674.post-2496356267007710579</id><published>2011-04-04T21:07:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T20:59:53.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Macau Part I (and a half)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;15 March 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Continued from the previous post! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This post is titled like that because I'm still determined to separate the trip into four parts, each for a day. Not that it matters, but there will be a lot of (and a half), (and three quarters), etc for the upcoming posts, haha. I know it's stupid and completely pointless but I just like it that way. I'm stubborn like that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, after we visited and took around 24725 photos at the Ruins of St. Paul's, we walked to the ... Monte Fort, I think it is called? Or Mount Fortress? It's just beside the ruins, only a very short walk away and quite a pleasant one too, through a small, lush green park. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_1365.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;View of the ruins through the trees and their wisps of ... dangling roots?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/200422_133646230039862_100001834565826_218039_850531_n-1.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Photo taken with my aunt's iPhone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_1362.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_1374.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_1373.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The stone steps are quite dangerous, to be honest. Rough, uneven and slippery (because of the rain), so take it slow! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_1371.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There, I look like Edward Cullen's twenty-third cousin, so eerily pale! I have never seen myself that pale before. I don't think I HAVE been that pale before. I guess I was half-frozen. Look at me! Almost turning blue, metamorphosing into a ... Na'vi! YES! Hahaha I'd much rather be a Na'vi than a blood-thirsty vampire. Okay, I should shut up now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh! On an irrelevant note, am I the only person who doesn't get all the hype about Twilight? Eeew.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_1382.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pretty trees.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kind of reminds me of autumn. Not that I've seen an actual autumn scene with my own eyes before. Hmm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_1383.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have no idea what this exquisite flower is called in English. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I do know it's called the 山茶花 in Chinese though! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;WAIT!! WAIT!!!! I've found out the name of the flower, it's known as the Camellia flower. Thank you Google!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_1400.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_1404.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aren't these trees just beautiful?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The huge, blood-red blossoms the trees bore were strewn all over the ground, and of course, I had to pick one up and ... camwhore with it. Ha-ha. =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;*shrugs*&lt;/i&gt; That's what girls do. When the going gets ... err, boring, the bored goes camwhoring. Oh, and shopping. Yes. Okay I should shut up now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_1397.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_1392.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pretty right? (I meant the flower) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_1411.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our hotel Sofitel through the trees. Hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Sofitel at Ponte 16 is really quite a conspicuous building (apart from the Grand Lisboa pineapple of course) because most of the buildings at the area are all old, no more than 7 or 8 stories high (I'm guessing), with peeling paint, crumbling walls and broken windows. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just kidding. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I didn't take any photos with (or of) the old cannons at the top of the fort because I dropped my camera pouch somewhere and had to go look for it. Sheesh, these things always happen to me. Hahaha. But at least I found it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Poor thing, my camera pouch has gone through a lot. The last time, it fell into the turquoise sea at the Payar Island. This time, it fell onto the middle of a path surrounded by flowers (and almost got stepped on by the other people who were brave enough to climb the fort in that weather). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We traipsed back to our hotel after that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm not sure whether Macau IS like that the whole year or just in March or just THE PAST March or whatever, but it had a tendency to feel like it was 7 pm when it was only just 2 pm. The atmosphere, the gloomy grey sky, and all. Very unlike Malaysia. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We kept having the feeling that we should return to the hotel since we thought it was getting late and dark, but turned out it wasn't even past 3 pm. Odd feeling. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_1414.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There, (part of) the front of our hotel. Look at that gigantic sparkling ... uhm, disco-ball-like ball! So over the top. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_1436.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Senado Square lighted up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Went out for a walk at night. We walked to the Grand Lisboa, to look around. Since, you know, we're all underage (my aunt is an exception, obviously) we couldn't enter the casinos (actually, we could, but I'll get to that later) and gamble (not that we know how to or even want to know how to, at least not me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So actually this trip was more of the ... um, relaxing kind, meaning that we didn't have any specific places to go to, not much sightseeing to do, no tour groups or anything, no rushes. Odd place to have gone to, I know. What with all the smell of the smoke and stuff, hardly the best place to relax. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But still, I enjoyed the trip. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_1456.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Another (lousy) camwhore shot. Was trying to include the Casino Lisboa at the back in the photo too, but failed (obviously).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_1463.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With the dazzling lights of the Grand Lisboa. Also over the top! I mean! All the electricity, wasted! Wonder whether there's any difference in Macau during Earth Hour. Probably not. I understand casinos are all like that, but, phew, all those lights THE WHOLE NIGHT? Wow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/Untitled2-1.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/Untitled-6.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I have to admit, the lights were really pretty to look at! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Went inside the Grand Lisboa hotel too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_1476.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wasn't impressed with the deco and ambience of the hotel. The first thing I noticed (and disliked) was the lighting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I HATE lighting like that. It felt all dull and boring, and made me want to leave the place, fast. I don't really know how to describe the feeling. It was ... kind of bright, yet kind of dim. Almost like those tube fluorescent lights in the ... ah, olden days. Like the ones we used to have at my old home, or any old houses. Eerrgh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Also, they're the worst possible lighting (besides very dark places) for camwhoring. Cast awful shadows all over your face and make you look uglier. Yuck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The deco was mostly ... some Chinese stone-carving? I don't know what those were. Lots of intricate carvings on white marble or something, which are total work of arts. They'd look great anywhere, but in a hotel. There wasn't just one, but LOTS of them. I don't know, I didn't like it. Didn't suit the place, I guess. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_1479.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Very sparkly lights, like lots of diamonds! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Imagine this light in some elegant ballroom bathed in soft gold light. Would be so much nicer right???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_1464-1.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay, end of this post! Nothing much interesting, I know. Next post will be better! I hope. Hahaha. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ta, good night! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37106674-2496356267007710579?l=tanjuanxmushrooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanjuanxmushrooms.blogspot.com/feeds/2496356267007710579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37106674&amp;postID=2496356267007710579&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37106674/posts/default/2496356267007710579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37106674/posts/default/2496356267007710579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanjuanxmushrooms.blogspot.com/2011/04/macau-part-i-and-half.html' title='Macau Part I (and a half)'/><author><name>tan juan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07027788922166448971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37106674.post-2145487153026754684</id><published>2011-03-27T22:32:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T22:27:24.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Macau Part I</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;LONG POST AHEAD!!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For once, true to my word, I'm updating about my trip to Macau, and so soon after I promised to update about it (yesterday) too! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't know how many separate posts I should split this trip into, probably quite a lot since I took up to around 700 photos. But don't worry, I'm not going to upload that many and cause your computer to lag and freeze. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;15 March 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;*Will enlarge the photos A LITTLE in the next post.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Had to wake up at the crack of dawn (again, as with most of my previous trips), as our flight was at 7.55 a.m. in the morning. Eeek. The direct flight from Penang to Macau takes around three and a quarter hours. The horror. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I found my flight to Singapore last year - which took around an hour  - so boring, the idea of another two more hours on an airplane made me want to weep. I was going to bring a book, but unfortunately there was no more space left for one in my handbag. I think I've mentioned it before, I tend to overpack. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, after attempting - and failing - to sleep, I listened to some songs, and after my cousin woke up, we had fun snacking on potato chips (well, I'm sure you can tell how bored we were if we found eating chips an amusing act) and playing the ant-squashing game on my aunt's iPhone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Also, I got the opportunity to try out airplane food, which my nice aunt ... err, solicitously ordered for us in case we were hungry and I have to say, the food wasn't as horrid as I expected! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I mean, I have read from just about everywhere that airplane food is completely repulsive and is to be avoided if possible. Okay, the 'Cheesy Pizza' was indeed horrible, but the Green Curry Chicken with rice was still considerably nice, despite it looking like ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_1123.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;THIS.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Appetising eh! Yucks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_1122.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There, a comparison! Not that the photo version was any much better. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_1124.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This,&lt;i&gt; this&lt;/i&gt; was downright revolting. The pizza 'dough' was just stale, dry bread, and the red sauce was sweet and sour at the same time, but not in a good way, like the yummy sweet and sour chicken in Chinese restaurants. And the cheese was, well, plain cheese. Eeew.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;*On a side note, once I came back from Macau my parents mentioned that AirAsia has cancelled all flights from Penang to Macau since the day we took off, which was, I guess, one of the last flights to that destination. Not exactly sure why though. So I think now people have to fly to Hong Kong first and then take a ferry or something to Macau.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And finally, we arrived at Macau!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To be honest, my first impression of Macau wasn't that great. It was really foggy, and the buildings were partially obscured, and stuff. I know it couldn't be helped! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Something really misleading was, my cousins and I thought that Macau is somewhat of a big, sprawling city (probably because of all those casinos. Casinos, money, high-rise buildings, somehow they seem to fit together), but it really is not. Which, naturally, led to some disappointment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_1132.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First glimpse of the Macau Tower. See how foggy it was? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Photo was taken on the taxi while on the way to Sofitel at Ponte 16 - where we stayed for the first two nights of our trip. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One thing or two about Macau : &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. We found the taxi fares to be pretty expensive. Roughly compared to Malaysia anyway. But luckily many of the famous landmarks and sights are within walking distance of one another (and from our hotel). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2. Many CHINESE people from Macau are extremely unfriendly and occasionally very rude (will get to that later). Made me realise how wonderful Malaysians actually are, so amiable and all smiles! The first person we talked to at Macau, which was the money changer ... WOW. So totally unhelpful and impolite. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_1146.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_1415.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The lobby of Sofitel Macau&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sofitel is quite far away from the airport and the City of Dreams, but it's sort of near to the Senado Square, the Ruins of St. Paul's, Monte Fort, A-Ma Temple, the Grand Lisboa and many other places, so the location is pretty great for people who actually want to do some sightseeing and uh, not just gambling. Yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Even the lotus garden (I think it was the Lou Lim Ieoc Lotus Garden, cannot be sure) was within walking distance from the Ruins of St. Paul's. Not what you would call NEAR, I suppose, especially when you have aching and blistered feet (like us, so COMFORTABLE SHOES ARE A MUST). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think most of the places above only require approximately 10 - 25 minutes' walk from the hotel or from one to another. Cannot be entirely sure though, feet hurt too much to check my watch that often. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway, the lobby of Sofitel was .... what can I say? Lavish, extravagant, and had a faint, lingering smell of cigarette smoke and ... some other scent I cannot quite place. Money, perhaps. Hahaha. Almost everywhere in Macau reeked of cigarette smoke. Eew.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_1148.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_1154.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Our room!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think it was the luxury room or something, it was on the 16th floor. And we also had the privilege to access the private lounge on the 17th floor, where cocktails, many other drinks, and some other simple, light food were served. Free Wi-Fi too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, my cousins read somewhere that the best views from the hotel were from the 4th floor, but sadly the 4th floor does not exist. As in, of course it EXISTS, but it's the staff's quarters or something like that. Hahaha. Must be some misinterpretation. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_1155.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;View from our room&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was what I called the 'Old Macau'. Haha. Look at the state of those buildings! It reminded me of Penang, really, just much older, with more Chinese characters and simple, old-fashioned metal window railings. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_1161.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mini TV in the bathroom, fully utilised by my guy-cousin since we all wanted to sleep early both nights and he couldn't watch the TV outside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_1191.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hermes toiletries, I'm in love with them! If I'm not wrong, Eau D'Orange Verte is originally a cologne ... ? Okay. I don't know. Haha. But they smelled REALLY awesome. And the shampoo was pretty great! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_1197.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Odd pose, I know! The lifts are quite pretty. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, a caution! The carpets in this hotel (you can see a teensy bit of it in the photo above) are sort of difficult to walk in, I think they're too ... um, plushy? Soft? And they 'sink' too much under your weight, and can make you stumble or fall. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not that I fell. My cousin almost did, though. Haha. We all agreed that the carpet wasn't too good!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_1170.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The ceiling of the lifts&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_1173.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_1174.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The lounge on the 17th floor&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_1185.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Assorted fruit juices&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hmm, never seen fruit juices served this way before, cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_1184.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A fashion drink? Evian by ... Issey Miyake? Wow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_1202.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(part of) The view of the harbour&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We were very lucky to have checked in at Sofitel on that particular day, as the hotel swimming pool was under maintenance, and for guests who felt like having a swim, they could go to the Sofitel Mansion swimming pool, which is quite nice!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not that anyone in their right mind would have wanted to go for a swim, it was so cold. Haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_1207.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_1208.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sofitel Mansion's swimming pool&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I really liked the view from this pool. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The fog added a mysterious and almost romantic feel to the whole scene, I thought it was nice! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_1212.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(part of) Sofitel Macau's building&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_1224.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I like this photo. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_1214.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Serenity&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_1225.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hmm, this is the .... hall? of the Sofitel Mansion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_1241.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There, finally! A CAMWHORE SHOT! Haha. Kind of noticeable eh, the lack of camwhore photos in this post so far. Not to worry (IMO), not much for this post! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I looked so weird the first day I was there! Not enough sleep the night before, I guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_1260.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After asking the concierge for a map and directions, we started walking (and walking, AND WALKING). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our first stop, was, of course, the famous Ruins of St. Paul's. We saw it from the private lounge earlier, didn't look&lt;i&gt; too &lt;/i&gt;near, but surprisingly it took a really short time for us to reach Senado Square, and then to the ruins. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay, our journey actually took a longer time, since we stopped on the way to take photos and snack on the free testers of biscuits in some of the shops we passed, hehe. I LOVE FREE FOOD! :P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_1264.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There was a WONDERFUL smell issuing from this shop when we passed, had to stop! Turned out it was some crispy roll with chicken floss inside. Not that nice. Definitely &lt;i&gt;smelled &lt;/i&gt;much tastier and mouthwatering. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_1270.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;PORTUGUESE EGG TARTS! Quite yummy when they are warm and fresh! Perfectly nice on a cold, drizzling day like our first day there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This shop is located at ... uh, the pink building opposite the ... um. All right, I have no idea what the buildings around Senado Square are called. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LEMME SHOW YOU! Better than words, really. Hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(How! How can I ever be a good journalist if I write like this! Also, I'm a tad long-winded. LOL.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_1284.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;THERE! That orangey-peachy-pink building! Quite hard to miss actually, as I think it was the only one there. Don't even know the shop name, sorry. But if I'm not wrong it is one of the more famous shops selling local goods in Macau! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I swear I'll take more notice of things like shop names, building names, and so on the next time I go on a trip! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_1268.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_1275.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Senado Square! :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_1277.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Please ignore my peculiarly positioned hand!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was really cold that day! And the light rain did not help. Also, it messed up my hair, and the cold made my skin turn almost blue. Hahahaaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_1285.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For some reason seeing this McDonald's (those awnings!) made me really happy. Looks very cheerful, just like all McDonald's should. The Greenlane McDonald's here in Penang? Bah. All grays and whites, so ... un-McDonald's-like!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_1290.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ice cream on a cold day! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The vanilla cone sundae there is MUCH nicer than the ones here. Much thicker, and creamier. Yummy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_1294.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;St. Dominic's Church?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_1315.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My mom's friend recommended the Pork Chop Bun (pretty famous in Macau too), she said it's really nice. I trust her taste, but the one we tried (photo above) really did NOT taste good. Or maybe it just wasn't my cup of tea. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Didn't try others from different shops. I mean, would you? When your first impression of some food is already tainted? Normally, I wouldn't. Hehe. Unless I'm in one of my greedy gluttony modes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, I just read someone else's blog, where the blogger and his wife ate the PCB from the very same shop we bought it from, and he ... err, said it was very nice. Uh, varied tastes I guess. My cousins didn't think it was nice either. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_1305.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The shop has a big yellow smiley at the front of it (photo above), it's located on the way from Senado Square to the Ruins of St. Paul's, pretty hard to miss too. Allegedly, it's famous in Macau. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My cousins tried their Portuguese Egg Tarts as well, and declared that the ones we tried earlier were nicer. Tried their bubble milk tea with pearls too, and, I was not impressed. The ones here in Penang are way better! :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_1321.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_1323.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;THERE! The well-known ruins! Really quite magnificent! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You can climb up to the second 'floor' of the ruin from the back. We didn't do that though. No point. Hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_1325.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(told you the rain messed up my hair)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_1326.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In order to look different (and less bulky) in photos, I took off my coat. My cousin's, actually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sigh, the sacrifices a vain girl makes ... LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_1330.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Note my adorable necklace! Pretty unique right?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Facial features frozen from the cold, therefore expressionless. HAHAH. My fingers became so numb, could hardly press the tiny buttons on my camera. First time I ever felt like that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_1350.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;WINDY! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_1356.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With my cousin and her 900 bucks-hat. HAHAHA. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay I think I'll end this post here, it's too long! I wasn't going to stop here though. My font size is really quite tiny, your eyes are probably tired already! Maybe I'll change my blogskin. Too much hassle though. Hmph, as lazy as ever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Stay tuned! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37106674-2145487153026754684?l=tanjuanxmushrooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanjuanxmushrooms.blogspot.com/feeds/2145487153026754684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37106674&amp;postID=2145487153026754684&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37106674/posts/default/2145487153026754684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37106674/posts/default/2145487153026754684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanjuanxmushrooms.blogspot.com/2011/03/macau-part-i.html' title='Macau Part I'/><author><name>tan juan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07027788922166448971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37106674.post-3189958494304605902</id><published>2011-03-26T20:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T23:11:09.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Neglected!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;26 March 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know I have been neglecting my blog shamefully!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Almost a month since I last updated. But a lot has been going on recently. Well, quite a lot, hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I &lt;i&gt;swear&lt;/i&gt; I'll update about my trip to Macau! Loads of photos to edit and post, so it'll take some time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I guess this time is one of the most crucial of my life : I have to make up my mind on where to study and more importantly, WHAT to study.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ooh I have a feeling I've blogged about this before but who cares!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My earliest choice was fashion design but then after thinking about it for some time I concluded that fashion design wasn't for me. Sure, I love clothes, I love sketching pretty dresses and stuff (especially in class) but the real thing is way different. I have to learn to sew, keep up with the fashion in other countries, the designers and brands, catwalks, fashion shows for every season. I'm not sure whether fashion design courses ARE like that, but *&lt;i&gt;shrugs*&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I understand that everyone has different tastes and styles, and beauty is in the eye of the beholder, blah blah blah, and unless if my designs are truly hideous, there's surely ONE person in the whole wide world who would like my designs. But ... I don't know. I don't know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then now, I'm considering journalism. I love blogging (albeit only about personal, every day, boring stuff, yeah), and when I'm in a good mood, I tend to say a lot. Too much, even. Haha. But I'm not sure whether it'll suit me, too. My English isn't exactly the best, so maybe I'll have to take extra English classes, to learn fancy, flowery vocabulary for special articles etc. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm also not entirely sure what journalism is about. As in, what you learn, etc. But I guess I'll find out, won't I? If I take the mass communication course, that is. I like the sound of journalism, but the other branches of mass communication? Like PR, advertising, broadcasting, etc? Not really my thing. I mean, it's ME I'm talking about. I loathe speaking in public, I'm not exactly great at socialising, interacting with other people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I mean, I'm kind of a taciturn person. Unless if I know someone really well, then I'm crazy and overtalkative. I guess I can change myself and be a more sociable person, but I'm naturally a bit ... err, shy. LOL. Hahahaha. Sometimes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm ... uh, constantly imagining myself having witty conversations with some person (sometimes celebs sometimes some random interviewer or hot guy HAHA), clever retorts, etc when I'm alone. But if I come face to face with one of them I'd probably get all tongue-tied and would stutter, and wait for them to find a conversation topic instead of starting one myself. Shy or what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Soooo, yeah, lots of worries since I got my SPM results. It doesn't help that my dad is hurrying me into making decisions. Okay, not that bad, but it's like there's NOTHING else in the world except college/scholarships/college and college and more colleges. I understand that this is really vital, and can affect my whole future. But oh gosh, can't I take a break from it all? It is, what? Only three days since I got my results. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pffft. All right, that's all I want to blab about today and I'll start editing my Macau photos tomorrow. If I have the time, because I'm being dragged to the KDU Open Day by my parents. Poo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sigh, how can I make my blog more lively and nicer to read like it used to be (says me hahaha), with photos and really stupid, random things? Obviously it's up to me but I don't know, every time I log in to Blogger, there must be something bothering me. And I'd end up rambling about some woeful event in my life. Yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay, time for milk! Goodnight! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37106674-3189958494304605902?l=tanjuanxmushrooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanjuanxmushrooms.blogspot.com/feeds/3189958494304605902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37106674&amp;postID=3189958494304605902&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37106674/posts/default/3189958494304605902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37106674/posts/default/3189958494304605902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanjuanxmushrooms.blogspot.com/2011/03/neglected.html' title='Neglected!'/><author><name>tan juan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07027788922166448971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37106674.post-74759609386881867</id><published>2011-02-28T22:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T23:16:05.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Glass of Milk</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;28 February 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Odd title, I know, but, it's just that I've been thinking about my nightly glass of fresh milk since around 9pm, and I have yet to go downstairs and pour myself a glass. I swear, I love milk! Oh, the white, creamy smoothness! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well I just read a post on Yahoo! answers and someone mentioned that low fat milk is actually much more fattening than whole milk. Erm. Not sure about the truth of the statement, but! It's still milk, so drinking too much of it is still fattening. Yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's why I have to restrain myself to just one glass per day (okay there's some other reason beside it being fattening as well but I suppose I have to ask my dad to remind me what it is again). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, I look forward to my nighttime milk a lot!! AND allegedly it is supposed to help you sleep better, something to do with serotonin if I'm not mistaken (read it in my PE textbook before I think, or I could be wrong entirely), so it's great!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Except that the milk should be warmed, and should be consumed around half an hour before you call it a night. I do neither. Poo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't stop thinking about food these days. Damn it. HAHAHA I don't know what's wrong with myself. Sadly it doesn't just stop at thinking, I am forever hunting for food. So I have to exercise harder from now on! Great. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Whenever I think of everything I've eaten this past week, I feel guilty. I am by no means someone who can't bear to eat fatty food or, worse still, carbs (I love bread! I LOVE BREAD!!!), but still, eating so much every subsequent day? I can't live with that. Not YET. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My friends and I went to Chili's the past Saturday to spend our ... hmm, well-earned RM250 vouchers, and ate a lot! Beef bacon, chicken, cheese, chips, ham HOW CAN SOMEONE NOT GET FAT! And I had oily but wicked good pretzels my mom bought for dinner the night before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now let's see, I should compose a ... um, something like a food diary. What I ate, but without the calorie content like a proper food consumption diary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm just the teensiest bit confused. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One of my teachers last year said : "Eat like a king for breakfast, eat like a prince for lunch and eat like a beggar for dinner." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And several of my friends said (roughly translated from Chinese) : "For breakfast, eat GOOD stuff, for lunch, eat until you're FULL, and for dinner, eat as LITTLE as possible."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Two versions. So am I supposed to eat more for lunch or breakfast? At least one thing's agreed, no gorging yourself silly with fabulous food at night. Pfft. But it's not easy, because my mom cooks dinner every day, and my maid cooks lunch every day. So. And I often skip lunch anyway, because I'd mostly get too ... err, engrossed with whatever I'd be doing at the time like reading, playing games, or sleeping (even though I'd probably just woke up less than 3 or 4 hours ago). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And when I'd finally glance at the clock it would be well over lunch time and that's that! No lunch. Haaaa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Damn. I had some tasty garlic-and-some-sort-of-fragrant-leaf paste with my claypot chicken rice tonight (told you, my mom cooks at night), and now I my mouth stinks of garlic. Aww, how completely alluring. Have drank lots of water though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I guess that's why I put off drinking the milk, somehow the combination of garlic and milk isn't very ... err, appealing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay I know it's boring if I keep on babbling this way, and I swear I'll do a photo post soon even though I don't really have interesting photos to post. But I'll find something. I SWEAR. Heehee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;TA! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37106674-74759609386881867?l=tanjuanxmushrooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanjuanxmushrooms.blogspot.com/feeds/74759609386881867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37106674&amp;postID=74759609386881867&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37106674/posts/default/74759609386881867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37106674/posts/default/74759609386881867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanjuanxmushrooms.blogspot.com/2011/02/glass-of-milk.html' title='Glass of Milk'/><author><name>tan juan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07027788922166448971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37106674.post-4717895444608444921</id><published>2011-02-15T21:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T22:47:03.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ran-doooom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;15 February 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, how I'd like to say that my 'doom days are over'. On an irrelevant note, I think the song 'Dog Days are Over' is weird. Alright, it's not so much the SONG which is weird but the music video. But, okay, irrelevant!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, the 'doom days' - MY 'doom days', anyway - are just starting, because I have finally registered for driving lessons at the driving centre yesterday. Oh boy. You might think I'm strange. After years of parents' nagging or refusals to send me to wherever I wanted to go (I'm not blaming them, most of the blame should be put onto the awful traffic congestion in Penang), you'd think that I'd be more excited at the prospect of driving myself. I wouldn't even have to listen to some of the peculiar songs they are so partial to! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But the truth is, I'm scared.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;AND the extra driving lessons from my dad will not be of a great help. AND he forced me to learn to drive the motorcycle. My great fear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It means a lot, driving. It means I'm growing up. It means I have to study again (for the theory tests). It means I have to do things on my own, be independent. Which I am so totally not, in certain cases anyway. I can be totally independent doing some things, and some not. Driving lessons is one of the latter. It'd be totally strange to do things without my friends around me. Without my parents or siblings, even. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My sister advised me to ask a few friends and go to the same driving centre together but unfortunately, being the procrastinator that I am, by the time I've finally registered at THAT driving centre, most of my friends have already registered somewhere else. Boo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sigh. Anyway. Maybe it's time I made new friends!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The only problem is, my sister said, most of the people there are Malays and Indians. So, communication problems. I'm not exactly the best at speaking Malay. Or English. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pffft.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Performances at Straits Quay every Sunday night have ended last Sunday. What shall I do every Sunday night?!?! Play games. Practise my instrument. Stare blankly at the Facebook page. Refreshing the Facebook page. 'Like' someone's lame status. Listen to my neighbour warbling yelling yodeling singing etc Tik Tok at the top of his voice. Very nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm very bored. But at least I bought four new books at Popular recently. Dragged my mom there so she could pay. It's bad I know, but the books are so bloody expensive, I can't afford them myself. Not if I want to survive on other stuff, like food. And the occasional cool drink or frozen yoghurt. And some gorgeous pair of shoes. Hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Most of the books are well over RM30, which made me realise how really hard it is to live in Malaysia. Yes, I've touched on this subject plenty of times!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;RM100, you get around three books. Say, for example, 100SGD, you get ... uh, six or seven books. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For RM100, you can't even get the cute dress you've been aiming at at Forever 21. For 100SGD, you can probably buy two of those dresses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sucks, doesn't it. Poo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay, so I bought The Hobbit (I have officially become a Tolkien fan), and even though I read good reviews for the book, and some even said that the book is better than the LOTR books, but I doubt it. I love the LOTR books and the characters too much, hehe. And I don't particularly like Bilbo or anything so I'm not sure how I would feel reading about his adventures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I bought the original Pride and Prejudice and another classic which I've forgotten its title. Have always wanted to read the original, the MANY versions I have read were all summarised. Fine, I'm not sure whether the one I just asked my mom to buy is the original but it is thicker than the usual ones anyway, much thicker, and the words are really tiny. You buy the two books for only RM14.90 AND I think, there was a 20% discount as well ohhhhhhh I love discounts!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have started reading the book, and am loving it so far, except for the tiny words. The language is ... uh, I don't know how to say it because it's not like I'm learned in this ... field anyway, well, I think it is nice to read, with all the words like obliged acquaintances connexions chuse nay etc. Almost like LOTR. Old English??! There, I told you I don't know. Probably gotten it wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;AND I bought another book, The Castle in the Pyrenees. Bad choice. I think the book is too DEEP for me, not my kind of book. The description at the back was intriguing enough, so I took a a chance and 'asked my mom' to buy it for me. There are a lot of facts and philosophy in the book, stuff like the big bang, geologic periods, photons electrons neutrons, etc, things like that. Like Physics. The subject I detested and sucked at the most. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If I wanted facts I probably would have gotten them from the Internet or some other non-fiction book. I just wanted a good story so... haven't gotten around to finishing the book yet. I was kind of flipping through the book, reading the parts about the actual story, and skipping those boring (to me) parts. Well, I guess I could learn about a thousand and one things from the book. So maybe when I'm more mature and patient I'll reread the story again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm considering creating a new blog for stuff like makeup reviews, book reviews, food reviews etc. Have been considering for a long time, since December, and Eunice advised me to do so, as practice for if I plan to take a Journalism course. I really love to write (about nonsensical, random stuff), but I suppose I have a lot to learn. Not to bore people, not to say too much, not to offend people, the right usage of words, and so on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Like I said to Ee Leng, you have to KNOW how to describe the precise taste of food, and make them sound all appealing and delicious (if they really are, that is), or describe the effects or benefits of the makeup product, stuff like that. Have to know the right words, which I so totally don't. Soooo yeah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Was considering fashion design way way earlier, but I think it's not really my thing. I love fashion, but not extremely so, not to the point of chasing after them or stalking fashion blogs or runway photos for every season, and I'm not the kind to experiment much. Don't think I have an eye for these things. I love makeup too, and would love to be a makeup artist but ... sigh, I guess you must have a natural eye for things like that, what would suit someone and what wouldn't. So that's it, I think I'm ruling fashion design out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maybe I'll consider it in the future when I'm .... err, financially stable, and can afford to experiment with other things. If turns out I'm successful then ... well, that's a good thing! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay, I've said too much already. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Taaaaaa. Will probably blog soon about some other random thing. Or about my new blog, if I ever get around to create it, PROCRASTINATION! Dang. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37106674-4717895444608444921?l=tanjuanxmushrooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanjuanxmushrooms.blogspot.com/feeds/4717895444608444921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37106674&amp;postID=4717895444608444921&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37106674/posts/default/4717895444608444921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37106674/posts/default/4717895444608444921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanjuanxmushrooms.blogspot.com/2011/02/ran-doooom.html' title='Ran-doooom'/><author><name>tan juan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07027788922166448971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37106674.post-5527011349966372717</id><published>2011-02-08T10:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T11:09:21.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boredom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;8 February 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Have decided not to upload the last of the Langkawi photos because most of them are camwhore photos and photos of uninteresting stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Haven't updated for a long time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The excitement of CNY is over, schools have reopened, days of boredom are starting. Haven't been doing much during the week of CNY holidays, except eating, shopping, and more eating. It's scary, the amount of food I consumed during CNY. It's one of the reasons that I dislike the festive. You keep stuffing yourself with food even when you're full or when you're not hungry. All the little tidbits, even I couldn't control myself with them. I mean, normally, I can control myself reasonably well when it comes to unhealthy snacks, but during CNY? Poof. Self-control gone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What is it with CNY that makes you want to keep eating anyway? It's not like the traditional CNY cookies look particularly appetising or even taste that good. Okay, they ARE good but maybe I'm just sick of them. Especially some of those cookies that we made ourselves. Uggh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shopping? Ee Leng is a bad influence when it comes to shopping and purchasing things, that's all I can say. Within the week we have been to Forever 21 at Queensbay 2 times! And both times we bought quite a lot of things. Bad. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Haven't been exercising for a long time! AND ALL THE FOOD! Weighing scales are to be avoided. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ee Leng is going home tomorrow and my life will be ... well, I don't know. Normal I guess. More disciplined (when it comes to food and exercise! AND SHOPPING.) and much less exciting. Hehehe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hmm, this CNY hasn't exactly been great. First, I got an eye infection (it was probably that or something else which I don't know what and don't really want to know), eye became very red. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then I couldn't drink cold beverages (my mom's fruit cocktail! Chocolate! Coffee! ARGH!) for fear of severe stomach cramps. Err, you could say I ... 'compensated' by eating spicy stuff, and in the end, I got awful stomach cramps after all. Haha. Damn. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I got three huge pimples on my right cheek. Partly because I couldn't resist squeezing them LOVINGLY. HAHA. I hate myself sometimes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay. Want to go play The Sims 3 now! I know, outdated. But it's one of those games that you can't seem to stop playing once you started. And once you really stop, you stop playing for a long time. Then after a long while, you'd start to think about the game a lot and then would start playing it again. Maple Story was like that, for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I really have stopped playing that game. It's partially because of how hard it is to download the game and how long it takes, all the patches you have to complete, and how it would make this lousy old laptop more laggy than it already is. Hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37106674-5527011349966372717?l=tanjuanxmushrooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanjuanxmushrooms.blogspot.com/feeds/5527011349966372717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37106674&amp;postID=5527011349966372717&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37106674/posts/default/5527011349966372717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37106674/posts/default/5527011349966372717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanjuanxmushrooms.blogspot.com/2011/02/boredom_08.html' title='Boredom'/><author><name>tan juan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07027788922166448971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37106674.post-7567491608320864969</id><published>2011-01-18T20:09:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T12:13:12.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Langkawi Part 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;18 December 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(It's exactly one month before today, as in 18 January 2011!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After leaving the Oriental Village we hired a van to take us to Westin Resort. After a discussion with the driver, we decided to go 'eagle-feeding', or more accurately, 'watch-eagles-being-fed' as it was on the way to Westin Resort and we had loads of time to kill.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The trip wasn't cheap, RM350 to 'watch-eagles-being-fed', cruise around the islands and mangrove swamps, visit fish farms and caves. Not exactly worth it, but I suppose it was quite an enjoyable experience. The trip was supposed to last for 2 hours, but we only spent ... maybe an hour and 45 minutes, on the boat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_9084.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_9087.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wooooo, setting off! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_9095.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was reaaaally nice to feel the wind whipping our hair about our faces. The weather was still really awesome, slightly sunny but cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Had to put on sunglasses, kept worrying that my contact lenses would get blown away by the wind, or that some foreign object would fly right into my eyes, haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_9107.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was very ... green! Pleasant sight for the eyes, haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There was a wide expanse of smooth, calm water all around us (until of course, our boat caused rippling waves on the surface of the water), and lots and lots of trees. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway, the waters looked so peaceful, nice, soothing and just so ... generally harmless, that I kept having the feeling of wanting to jump straight in for a swim. Even though I don't know how to swim. Haha. Have no clue what lurks beneath the deceivingly tranquil water. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_9108.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_9109.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Soon after we stopped and the boat driver turned off the engines, and dropped pieces of meat onto the surface of the water. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then we waited for the eagles to come while the driver explained that he couldn't possibly feed the eagles by putting the meat onto his palm because the eagles would snatch at the meat first with their sharp claws before devouring the meat and his palm would be hurt in the process. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think all of us were expecting him to feed the eagles right from his hands, hahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And lots and lots of eagles came!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_9113.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_9118.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Couldn't take any decent photos of the eagles. I think my cousin did though! Not sure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was an amazing sight, all those eagles swooping down on the meat, their wings all ... straight and still, not flapping at all. Okay, I don't know how to describe it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There was this one .... uh, "king" of eagles (as I'd like to think of it), it was white and gray, simply magnificent, and larger than the other orange-brown-copper-white eagles. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_9119.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here it is, isn't it pretty? It's like the Hedwig of owls! XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After the feeding fest, we resumed our ... cruise around the area.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_9122.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_9123.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We passed through this ... damn it, what's it called? A narrow ... uh, strip, of water between two ... WHAT? CLIFFS?! Crap. I should know, after reading The Lord of The Rings (for the second time, no less)! Hahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay, irrelevant. But Tolkien elaborated so much on the 'sights' like rivers gullies ravines forests vales mountains etc! I should have learned something, but guess I didn't. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was saying, after passing through the PLACE, I immediately thought of Argonath, the Pillars of the Kings, from LOTR! Big difference, but still. HAHA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_9131.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Behold! A CAVE!! It's called Crocodile Cave. We were so excited when we saw the cave, and my cousins even took out torch lights and everything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Turned out, it wasn't quite what we expected, because, upon entering the cave, we saw ....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_9134.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;DAYLIGHT! =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Definitely felt a sense of anticlimax. Hahaha. I didn't know what my cousins were expecting, but I definitely wasn't expecting anything like that. Such a small cave. Booo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I suppose I was thinking of a grand old cave like ... like ... the cave Voldemort hid his Horcrux! LOL I read too many books.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway on the rocky ceiling of the caves dwelt a lot of tiny black bats, not exactly a pretty sight. But it WAS a sight. If you get what I mean. Like the sightseeing sight. Something people would want to see in caves, I guess? &lt;i&gt;*shrugs*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_9137.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Went past all these private yachts with their own names. Saw a person with long and slightly curly grey hair and beard on one of those yachts, and immediately I thought of Robinson Crusoe, though I do not know why. Hahaha. Even waved at him when we passed the yacht for the second time! XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_9154.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Every place looked the same&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_9128.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cruised around the mangrove swamps, look at all those roots! BIOLOGY! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We spotted lots of crabs, even some purple ones, on the muddy banks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Went into another cave after that, forgot what it's called.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_9152.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_9148.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;BATS!!!! Eeew.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There was this intriguing-looking ladder in one of the two caves, leading up to ... where, nobody knows because we didn't climb up the ladder. First, it was creepy and cold, not to mention wet. And second, we weren't properly attired. Haha. Third, we'd probably hit our heads and hurt ourselves in the dark, even though we had torches.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last stop was the fish farm, and there was really nothing much to see except this huge and very cute sting ray called Mimi. My uncle fed the ray with a tiny fish, and had the chance to feel the ray ... err, nibbling? sucking? on his fingers. Eeeek. I just touched the ray though, it was slimy and slippery, and reminded me of my mom's delicious sting ray curry, hmmm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAHAHAHA. Cannot imagine how many dishes of curry could be served with that one ray! Evil thoughts, LOL. Mean!! Not sure whether that particular type of ray is edible or not though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_9166.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_9161.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Helloooo!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay, after that we went to Westin!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I first saw the lobby I wasn't impressed. I mean, the deco was elegant, classy and stuff, but ... I don't know, maybe I found something lacking. Haha. Not sure what though. And the Christmas tree was ... well, not really Christmas-y, pretty though it was. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_9175.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;See what I mean? Hahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_9186.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The candles were a nice touch though!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But after I saw the VIEW through the windows of the lobby, I changed my mind. I was struck by the beauty and serenity of it all. You could see for miles, and see all the islands in the distance, and see ships and tiny vessels sailing on the sea, and the ... "dining venue" on the sea, according to the Westin Langkawi website. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_9189.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_9188.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_9193.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The grounds is very large as well, but not bigger than Berjaya I guess. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Westin is very different from Berjaya! Like one is more modern and the other more traditional. And Westin is posher. And more well-tended to, perhaps. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_9203.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Complimentary drinks. Red one contained alcohol whereas the blue one didn't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_9208.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Windy!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eh, don't know why I was clutching my drink like that. Hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My thigh looks sort of skinny in the photo, yay. =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_9213.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_9214.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With my cousin. We didn't want to take any photos (because we were sick of wearing the same outfit), but couldn't resist because the view was so beautiful. Hah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And also, because we were tired. Look at my face! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_9223.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My filthy toenails! XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Went to Jetty Point for dinner after bathing and changing. Left my aunt in the hotel because she was feeling nauseous and not at all well. Had dinner at Kenny Rogers, of all places. Because my cousin had never eaten there before. So. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay. End of the post. Gotta go put the Christmas tree into keeping. A bit late, yes, I know. Hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37106674-7567491608320864969?l=tanjuanxmushrooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanjuanxmushrooms.blogspot.com/feeds/7567491608320864969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37106674&amp;postID=7567491608320864969&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37106674/posts/default/7567491608320864969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37106674/posts/default/7567491608320864969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanjuanxmushrooms.blogspot.com/2011/01/langkawi-part-4.html' title='Langkawi Part 4'/><author><name>tan juan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07027788922166448971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37106674.post-2968146793471676659</id><published>2011-01-11T21:46:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T22:05:57.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Langkawi Part 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;18 December 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The second day of the trip! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sad to say, most of the photos for this post are photos of us and not the scenery. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay, wait. They&lt;i&gt; are&lt;/i&gt; photos of the scenery, only that they're partially (or mostly) blocked by our, or should I say, &lt;i&gt;my&lt;/i&gt; body and face. Haha. Of course my narcissist of a cousin also took thousands of photos of herself with (not and) the gorgeous scenery, but they're in her camera, not mine. Well, duh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, we woke up early in the morning, and went for the buffet breakfast at the Dayang Cafe. I mentioned it before : I quite dislike buffets because of all the pressure as I don't want any money to go to waste by not eating enough. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The problem is, you can NEVER eat enough at buffets. You pay almost a hundred bucks for a buffet (for posher places, they're well over a hundred bucks), but you can never eat the amount's worth of food. Well, I never can anyway, not sure about other people. And it's not like the food at buffets are particularly awesome. Lots of varieties, yes. Extremely tasty, no.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After breakfast we went for a walk around the hotel grounds again, went for a short walk around the mangrove swamp. Not my idea of fun, the path/walkway was made of floating ... uh, things like plastic containers, but obviously they were made for walking. I THINK. Not that that made it easier to walk on, it was very slippery, and we all were wearing flip-flops. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you slip, you'd fall into the shallow but muddy water, and you'd get to swim with some small, peculiar type of transparent-ish fish, and maybe get a nip or two from the tiny red crabs. Nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_8839.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_8843.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There was a small pond full of these large pink water lilies, which was kind of surprising. We turned a corner, and behold! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Had to zoom to take this photo, AND my cousins were all miles away already, so I couldn't linger and attempt to take nicer photos. Don't really like this photo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_8851.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_8849.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAHA pneumatophores! A Biology student's nightmare, mangroves. A lot of things to memorise. But I loved Biology! :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_8858.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_8852.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_8844.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_8867.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_8868.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ah, here we are, blocking the view again. LOL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was really peaceful and serene. Quiet, with hardly anyone about. Even the waves didn't make much of a sound. You could see hornbills and eagles flying around, and crabs scuttling about the beach (at night). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After that we went for a swim in the resort swimming pool. Well, my cousins did anyway. I was merely had a dip, it was either that or drown trying to swim. HAHAHA. And the water kept getting into my eyes and displacing my contact lenses. Very uncomfortable. AND the water was unbearably cold. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Went back to our chalet, bathed, packed, and left our luggage at the lobby for safekeeping, and took a shuttle to the Oriental Village at around 11 in the morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But ....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_8887.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Look at the CROWD. It was unbelievable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The queues snaked around from downstairs to upstairs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My aunt bought tickets while we queued up, and it wasn't until ... around 12.30 pm (I think) that we finally got into a cable car. Phew. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My cousin and I went for ice-creams during the wait, and of course, had to take a few photos. To quell the sense of boredom. Haha. It was sweltering hot, very sunny!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_8889.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_8891.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I hate my mom's sunnies! XD&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The ice creams were really cheap, and nice. We had the 'Rainbow'!! You know, like the Paddle Pop Rainbow, just in cones. Reminded me of my childhood. It was my favourite ice cream back then, I used to find the colours of the ice cream pretty. Ahhh, sweet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_8896.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anticipation!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;See if you can spot two cable cars at the very top, moving sideways! :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Photos below were taken from the inside of the cable car. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/Untitled-5.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_8907.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's the Seven Wells Waterfall!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_8922.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Another waterfall. I love how all the leaves of the trees have different shades of green! Really pretty to look at.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_8933.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;YES I KNOW I LOOK STUPID. AND ORANGE. Hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Was using the "sunset" mode on the camera. If you're curious as to why I look so orange in the photo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_8926.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My hair was an awful mess. Arrgh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The ride had us all in awe. It was really, really beautiful, and you could see for miles. Even though the - was it glass? Plastic? Borosilicate glass HAHA kidding, studied too much for Chemistry, maybe - was kind of dirty and badly scratched. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And at long last, we reached the top! We chose not to get off the cable car at the first stop, and took the "parallel"/sideway ride to the other observation deck. If you get what I mean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_8955.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_8956.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The photos totally do no justice to how magnificent the view actually is in reality. This is a weird sentence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was really, really beautiful (have I mentioned this already?). There was a strong but cool wind blowing, whipping our hair back and forth (sorry, can't resist it, again). And in my case, it whipped my dress up high, like Marilyn Monroe. Brilliant. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hehe, but luckily I had the ... uh, foresight? to slip on a pair of shorts underneath, so no harm done. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Actually I put on the dress before breakfast, and after swimming, it never occurred to me to change, and it never occurred to me that it would be very windy up there. It was really ... fortunate that I have had the habit of wearing shorts underneath dresses (thank you, school!), or ... well. Hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_8966.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wisps of cloud! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I really loved how each peak has a different shape and size, they looked great against the blue sky!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_8960.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_8981.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_8982.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bird-eye's view! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Photos taken on the observation deck. This view (as shown above) was my absolute favourite, completely breathtaking, look at those islands! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, I do realise that I have blocked most of the view.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway, after admiring the view and the cool, crisp but pleasant wind at the observation deck, we went to the hanging bridge, or whatever it was called. Had to climb quite a number of steps down to the place from the topmost observation deck. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Was not exactly dressed in what you would call proper exercising gear. A dress (with shorts underneath, yes, but still), and flat sandals. Odd. My cousin was wearing tight shorts, a three-quarter-sleeve blouse, and flip-flops. And a seahorse necklace. HAHA. We must have looked weird.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_8997.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And here's the hanging bridge! Did not manage to get other nicer photos. My cousin did though, so when I get the photos from her I just might upload them. Might.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My guy-cousin was ... uh, intolerant of heights, so he stayed only at one end of the bridge, what a waste. But still, I don't think he was ... afraid, not exactly. Can't imagine him being afraid of anything. I mean, a guy who keeps large poisonous spiders, snakes or some creepy crawly as pets, and loves to mix chemicals and create poisons (and threaten to poison his sister all the time) ... scared of heights? Just doesn't fit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_9003.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hello. =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_9001.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_9043.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm at a loss for words, because I have no idea what these are called. Hills? Cliffs? Okay, obviously not cliffs. Hills, that look like cliffs (the rocks, see the resemblance? Not that I have seen proper, I-can-commit-suicide-here cliffs before, but I have always imagined them like that)?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway the hill-cliff thing was beautiful, sort of majestic. Okay I'm going to shut up now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_9040.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There, my cousin and her seahorse necklace! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_8988.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's pretty scary when you look at it like this, isn't it? I mean. Two cables, holding up all those gondolas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_8994.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_9014.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This photo was taken at the very end of the hanging bridge. Very sunny!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_9005.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The backdrop looks like a wallpaper, doesn't it? Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_9060-1.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_9052.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Stairway to heaven XD&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_9053.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And after around an hour, we left! Took a last few photos while in the cable car going back to the Oriental Village.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_9074.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_9075.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There, you can see the Oriental Village down below. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Steep gradient! Of ... was it 42 degrees? Read it from the leaflet. Said it was one of the steepest for cable cars in ... the world? Asia? Sorry I can't remember. I could Google it, but can't be bothered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_9076.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;RAWRRRR! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aren't these the most frightening rabbits you have ever seen? What have they DONE to these rabbits? They were so emaciated, filthy and unhealthy-looking. Poor things. I was like, ooh, look, rabbits! And when I got closer ... UHH. Yuck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I really disliked the Oriental Village. It was dirty, the toilets were revolting, I don't know, maybe I was tired, but it felt very boring, messy and dowdy. The atmosphere ... Didn't like it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay, I shall end this post here. I think there will be 6 Langkawi posts now, LOL. Too many photos! Can't blame me for being a narcissist! XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37106674-2968146793471676659?l=tanjuanxmushrooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanjuanxmushrooms.blogspot.com/feeds/2968146793471676659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37106674&amp;postID=2968146793471676659&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37106674/posts/default/2968146793471676659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37106674/posts/default/2968146793471676659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanjuanxmushrooms.blogspot.com/2011/01/langkawi-part-3.html' title='Langkawi Part 3'/><author><name>tan juan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07027788922166448971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37106674.post-4465541512853288022</id><published>2011-01-06T20:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T22:38:49.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Langkawi Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;17 December 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Continued from the previous post! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, arrived at Langkawi at around 5.00 pm. I think. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The weather suddenly changed and rain started pelting down, hard. Totally spoiled my view of the many interesting islands around Langkawi (or are they &lt;i&gt;part of&lt;/i&gt; Langkawi?) through the scratched windows of the ferry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Still, I suppose we were considered lucky since the rain only fell when we were traveling around in the ferry and on the bus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; After a long and tedious journey of about 45 minutes to an hour, we finally reached the Berjaya Resort. By the time, the rain had been reduced to just a minor drizzle. Awesome or what? Hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My aunt was actually planning to stay at Westin Resort for both nights, but since my guy-cousin wanted to ... uh, bond with Nature and mingle with the many fascinating creatures that (allegedly) inhabited the forest surrounding the on-land chalets .... well, that was how we ended up staying at a resort soooo far away from everywhere else, except for the Cable Car place. Which was a good thing I guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_8673-2.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_8678.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_8674.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The lobby of Berjaya Resort. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Deco was a bit more of the ... traditional kind. I suppose it was quite ... uh, you know, friendly and warm-looking, not like those posh places where you daren't even sit down for fear of breaking or dirtying the chairs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alright, I don't want to embarrass myself further by attempting to describe the deco, ambience, etc of the resort. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The resort had all these shuttles to take you to your own chalet (since the resort grounds is really huge) and to some other places like the Thai restaurant or the Oriental Village (where the Cable Car station is located). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_8681-2.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_8683-1.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_8682.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The gorgeous Christmas tree and deco in the lobby! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There was this Christmas-themed shoe house as well. And an almost edible-looking gingerbread (my assumption haha) house with mini reindeers, snowflakes, trees and stuff stuck onto its walls. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Didn't manage to get any photos though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_8706.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_8696.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_8704.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;View from the balcony of our mini chalet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our chalet was nestled between thick green trees, and was pretty high up, so we could see the sea in the distance, and the hills of the island even further back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I really liked the shapes of the hills and everything, they were so picturesque, and photographed so well. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Photos are a bit blurry due to the rain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_8694-1.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_8693-1.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_8695.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our room! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was extremely tiny. Simple and pleasant, but tiny. And there were 5 of us. I felt very guilty all the time because if I didn't tag along with them (my girl-cousin asked me, but still) there wouldn't have been so many transportation problems. Like they could have taken a taxi wherever they wanted to go, easily. I felt like an extra. No, wait. I WAS an extra. LOL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One great thing about the Berjaya Resort was the ... um, service and efficiency of the staff? Sorry, my English isn't the best. My aunt tried upgrading, but in the end didn't. But after a short while, they sent over an extra foldable bed (a bed, not just a lousy old mattress), extra towels, shampoo and shower gels. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And some of the staff were very amicable and nice! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Went exploring a bit after we bathed and changed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_8714.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The swimming pool&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_8726.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The sunken bar&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_8727.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There, finally a photo with our pretty faces!! Guess you were getting bored without seeing a beautiful face or two, eh. Hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ego issues, ego issues. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(irrelevant note : I love The Saturdays! Ego and Issues are two of their songs, hahahaha)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_8729-1.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Camwhore!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, I'm aware of the red pimple-like spot on my nose. I assure you it wasn't a pimple. Weird.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't really how I look in the photo above, but I like how my left collarbone (singular, the other one is practically non-existent) stood out, it shows that I have lost a bit of weight, they didn't used to show up before HAHAHAHA. Ahem. Issues.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_8716-1.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The chalets on water! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You can see the Thai restaurant at the far end of the photo! See, told you the grounds of the resort is big. And the photo only shows the grounds to the right side of the lobby. To the left side, there was the beach, which stretched for a pretty long distance. And there was a wide mangrove swamp as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My aunt really loved those chalets on the water, but, my guy-cousin wanted to bond with Nature and mingle with ...... well, you know the story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_8721.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Expression is a bit dumb&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Another camwhore shot!! Bugger the red spot. Hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know why my face was so pink. Or orange. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't think it was the Benetint. =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_8733-2.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Zi Xin &amp;amp; I&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_8743.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_8758.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_8759.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We had dinner at the Thai restaurant, forgot the name, which was built on the sea. Had to take the shuttle there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was either that or walking ... I think one of the staff said it was ... uh, 1.5 km away from the lobby. Way to&lt;i&gt; make way&lt;/i&gt; for more food in your tummy!! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The food there was okay, what we ordered anyway, but I still think it wasn't a patch on Penang's Thai food. Never been to Thailand before so can't compare. Haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Thai restaurant here in Penang that my parents love to go to serves tastier food and they are wayyy cheaper (naturally).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love Thai tom yams., they're wicked!! Perfect combination of sour and spicy. Can't drink them while they're steaming hot though, something's wrong with the ... err, heat receptors on my tongue. Can't bear hot stuff. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Only my uncle and I could drink the soup (he loved it), my aunt and cousins thought the soup to be too spicy. Something must have been wrong with &lt;i&gt;their&lt;/i&gt; ... spicy taste buds. Ha-ha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_8794.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/162992_112324452172040_100001834565826_94306_513185_n.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Photo from cousin's camera&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ordered mocktails. We were (are) underage after all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My uncle said it was to celebrate our scoring straight As in SPM. Pah. Impossible for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_8808.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_8809.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Figured that a few more extra calories in the form of dessert wouldn't matter after that sumptuous dinner. LOL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_8813.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Millions of fish&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_8814.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't worry it's not Nessie's baby HAHA wow I'm being really lame, something's wrong with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was a barracuda, there were three or four (or maybe just two, yes, I know I'm observant), and my uncle and guy-cousin spotted one of them ... uh, attacking the small fish in the first photo. Yummy dinner!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Went for a stroll on the beach after that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_8836.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Crappy crab&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_8837.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;AHHH COLLARBONES!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm a happy girl. But hey, I worked for it. Didn't starve myself, didn't take pills, didn't drink slimming milkshakes or whatever it is that people consume nowadays to lose weight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Also went to explore for a bit with my uncle, two cousins and a torch each, to search for some interesting creatures. Found nothing more intriguing than a lizard haha. Saw squirrels earlier, but they aren't uncommon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hmm, in the brochures they said there were macaques (they kill babies!), Nagini's kin (if Nagini is a python), peculiar lizards, and much much more. Maybe the rain drove them all away. Haha, kidding. I wouldn't like to see ANY of those things. But my guy-cousin was pretty disappointed. Hey, can't expect the resort people to let pythons and whatnots slithering around the chalets right! Scary thought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay. End of this post. See, this is such a long post, and it's only about one &lt;i&gt;night&lt;/i&gt;. I'm a babbling baboon (without the red bum). Hahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gosh, what is wrong with me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ta!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37106674-4465541512853288022?l=tanjuanxmushrooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanjuanxmushrooms.blogspot.com/feeds/4465541512853288022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37106674&amp;postID=4465541512853288022&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37106674/posts/default/4465541512853288022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37106674/posts/default/4465541512853288022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanjuanxmushrooms.blogspot.com/2011/01/langkawi-part-2_06.html' title='Langkawi Part 2'/><author><name>tan juan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07027788922166448971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37106674.post-5079674782831389594</id><published>2011-01-04T22:03:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T20:24:28.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Langkawi Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;17 December 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, I'm splitting it into four posts. I tend to get distracted, and would prattle on about irrelevant things, thus making the posts so much longer than they should be. So there's absolutely no way I can cramp everything into a single, extra long post (which I'm sure no one will want to read).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, four is better than none. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(no, I don't like &lt;/i&gt;that&lt;i&gt; song, so sick of it)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;See, I have managed to type three short paragraphs which have nothing to do with Langkawi already. &lt;i&gt;*rolls eyes*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Right. Better warn you first, there are a lot of photos. I'd say half of them are of the scenery and half of them are of our pretty faces. :P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Am going to dedicate this post to the beautiful Payar Island and only Payar Island, where we spent a good many hours before leaving for Langkawi. No underwater shots because I don't have the waterproof casing. Blah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay. So, we boarded the ferry that would be taking us to the island around 8 o'clock in the morning. Typically, the ferry left late. We (being my two cousins and I) went up to the open-air deck to chat, to camwhore, to let the wind whip our hair back and forth (ha-ha), and to soak up some warm sunshine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_8496.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_8493.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Left Penang feeling totally excited. Never quite noticed how beautiful our island is!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_8498.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_8499-2.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wearing my mom's giant, squarish sunnies. Hate them, to be honest. But I didn't have the chance to go get a new one. Oh well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love my aunt's sunnies, which my cousin was wearing. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_8508.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_8512.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Took off my gray cardigan once the sun came out. Haha. Wanted a tan! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Much to my cousins' (and pretty much all my friends') bewilderment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_8518-1.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_8519.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There, these are the only two photos where you can see my guy-cousin's sleepy face, haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My girl-cousin and I swapped sunnies. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_8522.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do the waves look like trampled-on snow? :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay, no. Haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, after around 2 hours, we reached Payar Island! I have been there before a long time ago, can only recall myself kicking my legs furiously when I saw a great, longish fish approaching me. No idea what kind of fish it was. Longish. Maybe it was a barracuda HAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_8546-2.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_8580.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_8582.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_8572.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_8571.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These aren't exactly great photos. But just LOOK at the colour of the waters. I could stare at it all day and not get bored. I mean. It's such a perfect shade of turquoise. And everyone knows my favourite colour is turquoise. I always marvel at the colour of the Caribbean seas (you know, from the POTC movies, haha), but there's one such paradise, only 2 hours away from my home! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay, I'm sure the Caribbean AND many other places in the world have much more magnificent seas and coral reefs, but Payar is alright, I think. Not that I would know, because I'm completely under-travelled. I haven't even been to the other famous islands in my country. Poo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_8530.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_8536.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_8531.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There were SO many fish, and each of them was different! Not one of them shared the same, precise shade of blue on their fins. I think. Not that I could observe properly. Ha-ha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Look at the last photo, one of the fish had aquamarine scales whereas the other's scales were more of a ... um, sapphire colour. Or maybe it was just an effect of light. And some of them were just plain green and yellow. Loved how their scales shimmered when they caught the sunlight!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway I think the fish were very cute and kind of silly-looking, look at their eyes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Okay I just Googled the difference between FISH and FISHES. They were many different species of fishes in the sea, they just didn't appear in my photos, because most of the fishes were THIS type of fish. Ooh I'm confusing myself.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_8538.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Whey hey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You might wonder why there were so many fish around us. Well, we ... uh, stole loads of bread from the buffet table and fed them to the fish. Don't think it mattered too much since one of the ... staff/employees/workers (totally have no idea what they do, as lifeguards maybe) also stole some sort of cake for the fish. HAHA. Some kids also did the same. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Feeding frenzy, lucky fish!! Or fishes? Arggh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There were SO many fish yet we couldn't catch a single one. Major fail. Hahaha. But said 'staff-employee-worker-lifeguard' guy caught them very easily! He caught some and put them in my uncle's hands for us to admire and touch. But before I could touch the them they would have wriggled out of my uncle's grasp and flopped back into the sea. Poo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oops I'm babbling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_8553.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_8555.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_8557-1.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_8559-2.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I (no, we) look hideous in the photos above, but! That's not the point.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Looook at the colour of the sea. &lt;i&gt;*faints*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_8577.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ooh, do we look hot in lifejackets or what! Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, after an awful lunch we went ... uh, ashore? We were given the chance to swim with baby sharks. Okaaay, now that I think of it, I'm not sure whether they really &lt;i&gt;were&lt;/i&gt; baby sharks or they were just a small breed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_8598.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There! Well, they swam very fast, so, not much chance of touching them or even having a glimpse of them when you were in the water. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_8600.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_8633.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_8637-1.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The water was crystal clear (typical expression I know), and the sand was so smooth and fine, it felt really good between my scrunched-up-toes. There were no sharp rocks or pebbles to hurt our feet, instead, there were big fat sea cucumbers which you might accidentally step on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thankfully that didn't happen to me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_8605.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There you go. So fat. Those are my cousin's hands by the way. I daren't hold such a big one, held a much smaller one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Was so worried that my twitchy hands would squeeze the sea cucumbers accidentally and they would then ooze all those sticky, slimy goo on my hands. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thankfully that didn't happen to me! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My cousin experienced it once when he was little and told me about it, and how he cried because his hands were so sticky. Eew.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_8608.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_8609.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I look revolted. HAHA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_8612.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sea cucumbers for lunch! Looked like a giant slug. Or something more disgusting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(I look stupid, my eyebags are really horrible)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_8618.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My aunt is very cute and nice!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_8623-1.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_8622-2.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Haha what's a post without an embarrassing photo! Laugh all you want at my silly face in the first photo. Pooo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_8620-1.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was soooo beautiful, the weather was brilliant! Sunny, but not too scalding, with a slight, pleasant breeze. The water was also perfectly warm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh in case you're wondering, short that I am, my feet could totally hit the sandy bed of the sea. So, no I don't know why I was wearing the lifejacket. It wasn't exactly the most comfortable attire. Maybe I thought I looked hot HAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_8629.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our swimsuits matched! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There, took off my lifejacket already! Phew.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_8586.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_8588.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In LOVE with the sea!!! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 102, 153); font-weight: bold; line-height: 8px; text-transform: uppercase; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; If only I know how to swim properly. Poo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_8589.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;See, you could see everything, EVERYTHING through the clear water.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_8596.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Even the stonefish! Camouflage fail. Hehe. Actually my cousin spotted it. I wouldn't have noticed, because I'm very observant like that. Lalalala.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Went on to the other beach after that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_8639.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_8640.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_8643-1.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_8642-1.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_8645.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sooooo gorgeous. Even the rocks were nicer than the average rocks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The beach wasn't as nice as the one just now, because THIS beach was completely covered with tiny sharp stones or hard, broken corals. A total pain in the ... feet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;BUT the coral reefs HERE were much nicer than the ones around the floating platform where we first swam, before we headed to the shore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hmm, I guess it was because the sea was deeper around the platform, and I couldn't really observe the anemones, fishes, urchins and stuff at a close distance. SINCE I don't know how to swim nor dive. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Still, spotted Nemo's adorable friends (not easily, mind you, they were so small and &lt;i&gt;so&lt;/i&gt; deep down) swimming in and out of the anemones, looking as if they were having the time of their life. Also spotted a pretty angelfish, and we followed it for a long time until we got bored. Haha. Of course there were lots of butterflyfish too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But on the other side, the sea was much shallower, and I could see the corals clearly. It was amazing. There was a whole ... spread, a whole large area of just one kind of coral (which I was totally worried my feet would get in contact with since it was kind of shallow), where loads of different types of fish dwelled. Small black ones with white spots, miniscule ones with electric blue stripes, and there were parrot fish too! Well, at least, we&lt;i&gt; thought&lt;/i&gt; they were parrot fish. So brilliantly colourful, with blues and greens, fuchsias and purples, oranges and yellows. And they were kind of huge. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Haven't exactly finished exploring, but had to went back to the platform as we had to leave for Langkawi at 3.30 pm. So, went back, had a quick shower (no soaps or shampoo of course) and then, it was goodbye to Payar Island! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_8669.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_8672-1.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Started to camwhore once on the other ferry to Langkawi. Typical. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Was pretty tired at the time, from all the sun and swimming. Hey, it was still tiring even though I was wearing a lifejacket. The force needed to propel myself forward in the water, against the waves ... haha. Still, enjoyed myself thoroughly!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay. That's all for this post. A big all. Haven't done long posts for a long time. And I think I rambled more than usual for this post. Oops. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Will update about Langkawi very soon! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ta. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37106674-5079674782831389594?l=tanjuanxmushrooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanjuanxmushrooms.blogspot.com/feeds/5079674782831389594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37106674&amp;postID=5079674782831389594&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37106674/posts/default/5079674782831389594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37106674/posts/default/5079674782831389594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanjuanxmushrooms.blogspot.com/2011/01/langkawi-part-1.html' title='Langkawi Part 1'/><author><name>tan juan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07027788922166448971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37106674.post-385307902005989961</id><published>2010-12-31T21:47:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T00:39:35.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adieu, 2010!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;31 December 2010 --- 1 January 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2010, a year full of ups and downs. But after contemplating for a moment, I think the ups triumph over the downs. A lot of bad things may have happened, but they weren't too ... well, BAD, not to me anyway, not exactly, whereas the good things that occurred were really good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, in conclusion, I think 2010 has, or had (okay the year isn't technically over, not yet) been a very great year. Going to do a short recap of what happened this year, and what I did, to help myself remember! Because truth be told I can't really recall what happened this year. Only remember snippets of it. I'm going to skip the bads of this year though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All the photos are saved from Facebook, thus the quality of the photos are a bit weird. Too lazy to shift through the thousands of folders in my pendrive, haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;January&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;(Why are all the words that I 'bolded' hot pink? Something's wrong with the HTML in the template but I can't be arsed to figure out what. Damn. Too much pink, especially hot pink, is not a good thing)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Uh. Uhhhh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay. This is kind of hopeless. What happened in January? :O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, school started, obviously. Started my life as an old, dignified, cool and sophisticated (ha-ha) fifth former. Not. Was as childish (if not more so) as ever, and things didn't exactly improve by my sitting beside Rumi. If there were two people who should not have sat together in class, it was us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We were two lazy bums who never did our homework, loved to chat and doodle in books, and despised Add Math. On the rare occasions that we &lt;i&gt;did&lt;/i&gt; do our homework, we just &lt;i&gt;had&lt;/i&gt; to have completed the same homework so we couldn't lend our homework to each other for copying even if we wanted to. Hahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thank goodness there are Hui Jing and Jia Li - the good bums in our gang - from whom Rumi and I can borrow our homework and get information when we chatted/doodled/daydreamed/slept in class and missed what the teachers said. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay I think nothing very good and significant happened in January.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;February &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chinese New Year, of course. Met up with my cousins, ate a lot of food, gained weight, got lots of red packets, and that was that, I guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/23932_342643328522_608208522_4608548_2193117_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Had a primary school Standard 6 gathering. Met up with lots of people I haven't seen for years. I guess everyone has changed! And grown. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/27258_343478063522_608208522_4612510_5019195_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;March &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Went to Cameron Highlands. I have been there so many times, I was kind of sick of it, and was not anticipating the trip. I thought I would be very bored there, but turned out I wasn't, because I spent a lot of time photographing the exquisite flowers (using a normal digital cam, but the results were pretty fantastic), and managed to snap some gorgeous photos that I'm secretly very proud of, haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/13322_402200943522_608208522_4802525_5755695_n-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/13322_402196593522_608208522_4802420_1764246_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/13322_402204063522_608208522_4802653_6551243_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There are lots more! And it occurred to me I never updated about the trip. Maybe I will, sometime. After the Langkawi posts, if nothing interesting happens in my life. Hahaha. Way overdue, as usual!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Celebrated the school's 90th anniversary. Performed for CO. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/24024_394767873522_608208522_4778686_1859588_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/24024_395302948522_608208522_4780022_4599419_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Had a whole week of jumble sales to raise money for ... for what, I don't know. To renovate the school's toilets, I think. I guess I was lucky to have used the new and improved school toilets for a year or two. :P The sales were extremely fun, but it also caused us to become fatter, since we consumed so much unhealthy food (i.e. chocolate fondues, sweet jellies, chocolate brownies, pizza, pasta, sausages and stuff), practically every day of the week. Crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;April&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay, I REALLY can't remember. Did the school's Sports Day fall in this month? &lt;i&gt;*shrugs*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;May&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Uhm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sat for the .... midyear exam? &lt;i&gt;*dismayed*&lt;/i&gt; There must be something wrong with me. I mean, who remembers the exams for goodness' sake? Of all things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;June&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Went to the beach with my sixth aunt and cousins, and rode on a horse for the first time. Pretty exciting and scary at first, but got boring after the first 10 seconds. LOL. And to complete the uh, magical moment (you know, first time and all that), the horse peed and pooped. Peed after we rode him (must be our combined weight, poor thing) and pooped while some other children were riding him. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/148845_10150095119963523_608208522_7149817_2832757_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Went shopping with Ee Leng, and introduced her to the best bubble milk tea in the world! :) Okay, maybe not the best, I have yet to try the famous bubble milk tea in Singapore that Ee Leng mentioned. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/162625_10150095123193523_608208522_7149875_2485421_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/155408_10150095135643523_608208522_7150043_7866375_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, and the CO competition!! Got the first Gold prize. I LOVE CO!! Had fun practising, even though the practices were tiring. Had a post-competition celebration at Little Cottage 2 near our school. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/38563_446183553522_608208522_5918684_8239659_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/38563_446183558522_608208522_5918685_1844600_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;July&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think I went to Singapore for my brother's convocation this month. Or was it August? Hmmph. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Had great fun, even though the trip was only for 3 short (too short) days. Visited the magnificent, glittering Marina Bay Sands, went up the Singapore Flyer, took a ... graduation? photo in a proper photo studio, ate many fabulous food (the dessert at ... Bugis? OMG!), went shopping ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I always have a great time in Singapore! Hopefully I'll be able to go next year. Haha. Oh, and, as Ee Leng 'predicted', I haven't updated about the Singapore trip as well. Oops. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/34888_440850023522_608208522_5776302_532047_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/37400_440851343522_608208522_5776320_7090035_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/37001_441091928522_608208522_5783174_3766526_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;August&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't know what happened. Uh, yes. National Day! &lt;i&gt;*coughs*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;September&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Attended my cousin's wedding in Klang. That was during the two-week-holiday in the midst of my SPM trial exam. Hahaha. Had fun, and met my cutest ever cousin who was born in the USA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/60128_471507318522_608208522_6547102_4417222_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/60128_471507308522_608208522_6547100_2311117_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;October&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Graduation!! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And graduation night. Okay I really don't have much to say, except that I really don't want to leave my friends. But we're going our separate ways soon (some have already gone), sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/71516_485067298522_608208522_6796227_7199480_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;November&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Had a pre-SPM party (odd timing, I know) at Hui Xian's place. An awesome day. I really love S5B!!! The girls (or leng luis, as we like to call ourselves, XD) are all friendly and amiable, really nice and down-to-earth, and have great senses of humour. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The best last-year-of-school class anyone could ask for, as I have said before. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Went shopping for baking supplies together with my classmates, had lunch, baked cakes and cookies together, had a barbecue. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/76208_491162258522_608208522_6909981_6730650_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/150009_491167853522_608208522_6910149_2727591_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Of course, nightmare started. SPM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And my fantastic birthday. &lt;i&gt;*sarcastic smile*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;December&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;End of nightmare aka SPM. Very happy. A bit anxious about my results though, am pretty sure they're going to suck. Especially Chinese. And am convinced that I haven't done well enough for Biology, my favourite subject besides English. Heck, I didn't exactly did great for English either. Bugger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway. Went to Langkawi, and had a brilliant time camwhoring (typical, haha), appreciating the beauty of nature, blah blah. Was sort of relaxing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After that, CO became my priority. Joined the solo competition and managed to scrape a Gold prize. Not exactly satisfied, it's a very long story, which you don't need to know, or maybe you already know. Haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, that about sums up my year. Of course there are a lot of things I've missed, or decided not to put here. Like my frequent shopping expeditions to Gurney and Prangin' with my mates. Haven't been to Queensbay for a long long time, until 2 days ago. Really love Forever 21! :) And like CO "commercial" performances (as Siok put them) with my awesome CO buddies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay. It's a quarter of an hour past New Year already. As in, it's the first 15 minuts of 2011! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hope you guys have a great year ahead of you. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37106674-385307902005989961?l=tanjuanxmushrooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanjuanxmushrooms.blogspot.com/feeds/385307902005989961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37106674&amp;postID=385307902005989961&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37106674/posts/default/385307902005989961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37106674/posts/default/385307902005989961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanjuanxmushrooms.blogspot.com/2010/12/adieu-2010.html' title='Adieu, 2010!'/><author><name>tan juan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07027788922166448971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37106674.post-3826187497782672821</id><published>2010-12-26T22:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T21:35:07.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick of Being Sick</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;26 December 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wow. I have had the ... err, &lt;i&gt;privilege&lt;/i&gt; to experience the most unforgettable - not in a good way - celebrations or supposed-to-be-celebrations in this year which has positively FLEW past.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First, my birthday. My seventeenth birthday. People say that the most important birthdays in a person's life are the 16th, 18th, 21st, and ... I don't know what else. Still, I think the 17th is quite important too! Hey, I'm sure there's something special about being seventeen or else there wouldn't be a magazine called Seventeen. If you get what I mean, haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm not going to elaborate on what happened during my birthday, but it was just awful, even compared to last year's, which was ... well, awful too, but mush less so. At least I got a nice old Coffee Bean Ice Blended Mocha with whipped cream and a healthy dose of chocolate powder on top last year (and thousands of calories, but oh, who cares, it was my birthday!). And my CO friends sang me a birthday song in the morning (yes, I had to wake up at the crack of dawn to go to school). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This year? &lt;i&gt;*shakes head*&lt;/i&gt; It was even worse than any normal day, any normal SCHOOL day where I had to go to school and endure the teachers' incessant droning about things I detest and don't really want to care about. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Horrible though was the way I spent my birthday, I find it a pretty amusing story to tell to my friends, hahaha. I don't know why. To seek sympathy? As a form of entertainment? To make people feel guilty about neglecting my birthday (HAHAHAH)? Well I suppose it really was &lt;i&gt;kind of&lt;/i&gt; ludicrous now that I look back at it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At the moment, it was really despairing. Maybe it was the fact that it was my &lt;i&gt;birthday&lt;/i&gt; and people generally have higher expectations of things on their big days, you know. Sigh, expectation&lt;i&gt; is&lt;/i&gt; the root of all heartache, after all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not that I was expecting anything to happen. I mean, hello, I have to sit for the Maths paper the very next day, and Moral the next, then Add Maths and Physics. All the worst papers, wrapped into one whole soggy package with a large floppy ribbon on top. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then. Christmas! Our, uh, annual Christmas celebration took place at our house this year, and I guess it's lucky it did, because I fell SICK. I don't know why. I woke up with a very sore throat and a throbbing head, and started sniffing uncontrollably.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There were so many fabulously yummy food - fat cocktail sausages with warm cheese oozing out of them  (I ate them before), pizzas, my mom's superb Belacan Rice, fruit cocktails, all sorts of snacks, puffs overflowing with dollops of fresh whipped cream, spongy, soft cheese cakes ... (I am not trying to make myself miserable) - and I could touch none of those. BARGH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;AND it did not help that Eunice gave us two packets of Hersheys mini bar chocolates, and my sixth aunt gave us a giant bar of Hersheys Special Dark chocolate (yum), and there are the two packets of Hersheys Kisses I bought from Langkawi. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;HERSHEYS OVERLOAD!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(I really love Hersheys though.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: 15px; "&gt; ♥)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, a fridge-ful of lovely chocolates. Testing my ability to resist the temptation. Argh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sick on Christmas Day too. Not that I had any plans for the day. Slept for the whole afternoon and kept waking up at short intervals because my neck and shoulders hurt, and my body felt hot. Bargh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Boxing Day, had stomach cramps first thing in the morning, it was totally awful and my peaceful sleep was disrupted. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Awesome right? I am SO going to give myself a huge reward. After the solo competition. Maybe I'll buy myself a gorgeous pair of shoes. HAHAHA. Okay, an excuse. But I really want some new pairs of (high-heeled) shoes, they make me happy even though I don't get to wear them that often. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway, New Year is approaching. Haven't quite decided whether to make some (useless) New Year Resolutions so that I can give up on them after a few days or not. Hahaha. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37106674-3826187497782672821?l=tanjuanxmushrooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanjuanxmushrooms.blogspot.com/feeds/3826187497782672821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37106674&amp;postID=3826187497782672821&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37106674/posts/default/3826187497782672821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37106674/posts/default/3826187497782672821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanjuanxmushrooms.blogspot.com/2010/12/sick-of-being-sick_26.html' title='Sick of Being Sick'/><author><name>tan juan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07027788922166448971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37106674.post-4349303756179044404</id><published>2010-12-20T22:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T22:38:33.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There is No Place Like Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;20 December 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hello world, I'm back from Langkawi, looking all tanned and gorgeous. Hahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay, tanned. But not gorgeous as the skin on my nose and cheeks are starting to peel off due to prolonged exposure to harmful UV rays. But I'm loving my skin tone right now! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Still, my tan is quite uneven, because stupid me does not know how to swim and thus had to wear a life jacket, resulting in awkward tan lines. Things didn't go any better when we were on the hanging bridge which was, what, 700 meters from the sea level?, with the blazing sun practically within our reach. I was wearing a dress (big mistake, but I'll get to that later), with a ... how do you say it, racerback top or neckline. So, yeah you can imagine how scary I look. Hahaha. My arms and legs look great though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I don't look gorgeous because of all the weight I gained. Okay, it's not exactly noticeable but I &lt;i&gt;feel&lt;/i&gt; all fat and grumpy. Haven't exercised for four days, and my food intake for this trip was ... crazy. Blame it on the buffets. I'm starting to loathe buffets. It's not like the food's awesome or anything. And there's just so much pressure as you don't want your money to go to waste for not eating enough. Bugger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway. Will post the photos SOMETIME. Probably not too soon. Probably. Since I have a thousand and one things to do. And because I'm lazy. And because I have to edit the photos a bit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Took 600+ photos. Crazy huh. For three days. &lt;i&gt;*shakes head*&lt;/i&gt; Girls, haha. Took a fair few photos of the breathtaking scenery though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Going to start editing the photos now. Zzz. Save me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37106674-4349303756179044404?l=tanjuanxmushrooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanjuanxmushrooms.blogspot.com/feeds/4349303756179044404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37106674&amp;postID=4349303756179044404&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37106674/posts/default/4349303756179044404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37106674/posts/default/4349303756179044404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanjuanxmushrooms.blogspot.com/2010/12/there-is-no-place-like-home.html' title='There is No Place Like Home'/><author><name>tan juan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07027788922166448971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37106674.post-2515847702541511484</id><published>2010-12-14T23:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T23:52:48.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Like A Bird</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;14 December 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A bored one. One who can and wants to fly but doesn't know where to go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So SPM is officially over!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And Chinese was really tough. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But it's over, and I'll never have to have anything to do with the language again. Yay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, I came home and had Koko Krunch for lunch. &lt;i&gt;*dismayed* &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There was nothing to eat because the maid didn't know I was coming home for lunch. I &lt;i&gt;wasn't&lt;/i&gt; going to come home for lunch but turned out that my mom did not buy any lunch for me at school because of the rain. Arrgh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Read Harry Potter and the Chamber of the Secrets (I don't know, for the 29238th time?), then slept, woke up, exercised, ate dinner, practised my erhu, tried on clothes for fun, then here I am, now. It's only the first post-SPM day and the day is already starting to feel REALLY long. Oh no.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Probably going out with some friends tomorrow. But I have no money to spend. I realised that I 'lent' my mom RM50 that time and she never returned it to me. Technically it IS her (and my dad's) money. But I was the one who saved it! Still, don't feel like asking her to 'return' me the money. Hahaha. Hey, I can buy so many things with RM50! Pretzels. I'm suddenly craving for pretzels, coffee and all things sweet. Arrgh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Going to Langkawi so have to watch my food consumption. HAHA. For the time being. Must not expose unsightly adipose tissue, must look absolutely fabulous for the beach. I hope the weather's fine and sunny there. It has been raining for days in Penang, and it is SO cold. I'm sitting here, with the fans switched off and I still feel cold. Brrr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sigggggh. I don't know why my face has this tendency to sprout pimples when the exams are ending. It was like that during the trials and like this now. Bugger. Even my mom noticed. Haha. I HATE these bloody pimples zits witch's warts boils uh ... bumps blemishes! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37106674-2515847702541511484?l=tanjuanxmushrooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanjuanxmushrooms.blogspot.com/feeds/2515847702541511484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37106674&amp;postID=2515847702541511484&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37106674/posts/default/2515847702541511484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37106674/posts/default/2515847702541511484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanjuanxmushrooms.blogspot.com/2010/12/im-like-bird_14.html' title='I&apos;m Like A Bird'/><author><name>tan juan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07027788922166448971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37106674.post-4655495010501932175</id><published>2010-12-10T20:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T21:31:55.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nightmare! :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;10 December 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SPM will be over in 4 days! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The last paper is Chinese. One of my worst nightmares besides Physics and Add Math! Yes, you probably know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I really don't &lt;i&gt;get&lt;/i&gt; Chinese. There can be so many different pronunciations for one stupid word. And some of the words look so similar to each other, just with a few differences, yet they all have different meanings AND pronunciations. Drives me crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm Chinese but I don't like the language. I know, I sound all ignorant, it's my roots and all, but I really can't like it. I force myself to read Chinese books but I get tired and irritated so quickly, it's mad. The words are SO small and have so many 'strokes'. And the vocabulary, the terms, the phrases. There are &lt;i&gt;so&lt;/i&gt; many ways to write one phrase, all using different words. You may say it's like synonyms, but no. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know how to put it, it's like you can take one word from this one phrase, then join it with another word from another phrase, and you get this completely new phrase, either with a new meaning, &lt;i&gt;or&lt;/i&gt; with the same meaning as both the phrases you took the words from. If you get what I mean. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chinese!!! &lt;i&gt;*groans*&lt;/i&gt; It's a pain in my ass. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's ironic, really. Because I love the Chinese Orchestra so much. And some Chinese dances. And lots of things about this race. Except the language. And the songs and movies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I find it hard to write Chinese words neatly and quickly. It's impossible. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, and all those lovely 'famous quotes' and 'old Chinese' (whatever you call them). The summary for Chinese is plain TORTURE. It's not like Malay, which would probably ask you to summarise a passage on the benefits, factors, causes, consequences, etc of something. For instance, the benefits of eating chocolate, which was what we got for the SPM Malay paper. That was the best summary I had ever done. Come on. The BENEFITS of chocolate. Oh yummy. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;English is kind of the same, sometimes not, but still easier than Chinese.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What do you get for Chinese? You get : summarise the PROCESS (I can't think of any other more suitable word) of the monkey being made the king. Summarise the PROCESS of, say, the winning of bla bla empire in the bla bla war. If you get what I mean. Like how it happened, why it happened, what happened, yadda yadda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;TOTAL. PAIN. IN. THE. ASS. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It is SO difficult to find the correct and significant points. So normally, most people get very little marks. Out of 22 marks, I'd normally get ... hmm, from 10 - 14. Around. Plus or minus. Poo. The passages are so long and yet they expect us to summarise the whole freaking &lt;i&gt;process&lt;/i&gt; into 120 words. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay, fine. 124 words. Which isn't much of a difference. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know complaining isn't much use. But still. Sigh. I started to dislike this language once I started secondary school. I don't really remember why. And I started to really &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; detest it once I got into Form 4 because the teacher bloody criticised my essay in front of my whole class and humiliated me. It made me dread writing essays and getting my essays back from the teacher. I know, it's a weakness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can't help it. It's just like trigonometry. It's not like I don't &lt;i&gt;attempt&lt;/i&gt; to do the questions. It's I CAN'T do the questions. I'd take out my piles of trigonometry exercises, full of confidence and determination which would crumble the moment I start to solve the first question. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't even &lt;i&gt;start&lt;/i&gt;. Actually, couldn't is the more appropriate word to use, since the Add Math paper is over and I'm probably never ever ever going near this subject ever again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'd get really frustrated. Especially with those "prove this equation is equal to that equation" questions. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Like ARRGH. If they are the same, they are the same. Why prove it?!? It doesn't make sense. Add Math never made sense to me. Guess I'm not born with the type of brain which tolerates mathematical stuff full of complicated calculations. And that is precisely why I struggle with Physics too. Oh well. Guess I'm more the 'memorising' type, since I have, not that I'm trying to boast or anything, quite a good memory. If I use it properly, and if I decide that I &lt;i&gt;want&lt;/i&gt; to memorise something. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Some things, I can memorise so well it actually surprises me. Like some the music scores for Chinese Orchestra that I have played once or twice, a few years ago. I can still remember them. Maybe there are some mistakes here and there, but I can remember most of them. I don't even know why, it's not like I tried to memorise them or anything, I just remember.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Like Rumi who asked me that day : "Hehe, my father is very handsome right?" And I told her I can't remember his face, but I do remember that he wears a gold ring on his finger. Yeah, I remember weird details like that. Like what clothes a person was wearing, what shoes, etc. Using my memory to remember the wrong kind of things. Sigh. Stupid right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway. Chinese. I'm reading (forcing myself to, anyway) Chinese model essays. Pfft. I almost want to give up. And there are six years' worth of 'famous quotes' to memorise. Not just the quotes, but who said them and in what book or something. This is one of the things my brain can NOT memorise. Maybe it's because I'm not particularly willing to memorise them, but I still try. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have a feeling I'm going to write a whole load of crap during the exam, especially for the 'old Chinese' part. One poem one passage. Have to interpret them into 'new Chinese'. Oh boy. I have always wondered whether the teachers who mark the papers laugh at us when they read the crap we write. =_= &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay. I have blabbed a lot. Heehee. Feel better now, not that it'll help me during the exam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Going to Langkawi on 17th to 19th. Not sure if I should go to Genting (or if I'm allowed to) on the 15th and 16th. A bit of a tight schedule. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, and I'll have to take driving lessons (the HORROR) soon, maybe in January. NOT looking forward to it, and &lt;i&gt;especially &lt;/i&gt;not the extra driving lessons my dad is going to be giving me. I'll probably get scolded lots of times. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have been living with him for 17 years and yet I still cannot tolerate his ... uh, temper. We're kind of similar. Extremely impatient and hot-tempered. So, guess I'll have to bite my tongue or something so I won't make impatient retorts or remarks and get myself shut out of the house. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay I'll shut up now. :S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37106674-4655495010501932175?l=tanjuanxmushrooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanjuanxmushrooms.blogspot.com/feeds/4655495010501932175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37106674&amp;postID=4655495010501932175&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37106674/posts/default/4655495010501932175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37106674/posts/default/4655495010501932175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanjuanxmushrooms.blogspot.com/2010/12/nightmare.html' title='Nightmare! :('/><author><name>tan juan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07027788922166448971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37106674.post-546473594542374944</id><published>2010-11-27T00:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T01:16:05.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rest in Peace, Puan Chia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;27 November 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I used to dread her classes so much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I used to think she was fierce. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I used to think her behaviour was outrageous, sometimes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I used to grumble and complain about having to memorise words and short passages. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Whatever I thought of her when I was in primary school, it changed after I graduated and started high school. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I started to miss her a lot then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I started to miss the effective ways she taught us things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I even missed having to have Malay spelling bees and dictation and stuff, onerous though they were.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Honestly, she was one of the best teachers who taught Malay that I have ever met, and that's quite saying something, since, well, I have been studying Malay since I was in Standard One, when I was a mere, immature seven-year-old. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She taught us for ... how many years was it? Three. Or Four. I think it was three. Since Standard Four, until Standard Six. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She had been teaching at my primary school since a long long time ago, since she taught my brother too, who is 6 years older than me, and had taught some of my juniors now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I remember my brother complaining about how she threw his bag out of the class, and stuff. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They are not exactly good memories, as in, not memories about good things, like birthdays or Christmas. But they ARE good memories. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Whenever I think of primary school, I think of her and running. (I used to be a kind-of athlete when I was young)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have never realised it until now, but every time (not many, though) I went back to my primary school, the first person I would search for in the staff room, was her. We would ask around about her whereabouts, and would wait to speak to her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Recently, around the early days of November, my sister went back to our primary school. When she came back, the first question I asked was, "did you see Puan Chia?". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Even Hsieh Ying is like that, I think. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not that we don't like the other teachers, we really like all of them, and our affection for them probably increased after we graduated, but somehow, Puan Chia seemed to be the most important one, the one we wanted to see the most. Like I said, I didn't realise until now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The last time I saw her was on the 10th of October last year. How time flies. I never even noticed that I haven't been back to my primary school this year. Sigh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then, on the day I finished my English paper, I received a text message saying that she had passed away. I was so shocked, my jaw literally fell open. I almost couldn't believe it. It was ... so unexpected. No one saw it coming. We didn't even know she was admitted into the hospital days before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sigh. She was an excellent teacher. Fierce, but excellent. I still have her many "Kosa Kata"s in my drawer. I remember, I took them out and read them too, I think it was last year, when I hadn't started attending Malay tuition classes. You may think it's weird for me to study the Malay vocabulary that I studied way back when I was in primary school, but what she taught was really good, and I have forgotten the meaning of many of those words. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't really remember lots of things about her, but there are a few images that are particularly vivid. Last year, when HY and I went back, and chatted to her. I remember she was wearing a cute fuchsia and purple slightly form-fitting, striped dress with some colourful buttons. Her hair was long (I think) and red. I remember thinking how modern and trendy she was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I remember her saying that she liked to watch Astro, and would watch until late at night. But after she came out from the hospital, she said she was "scared already", and would sleep earlier every night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I remember her throwing chalk at people who weren't paying attention to what she was saying. I remember her punishing us because we didn't do well in our Ejaan or Rencana. I remember her using our Art classes to teach Malay, so we had ... three or four successive Malay periods.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I remember how she always called my sister Tan Juan and called me Tan Wan. Actually, most of the teachers made that mistake, they would say "ah! Tan W - uh, no, Tan Juan!" and vice versa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I remember I always thought how slim she was every time I saw her. She was always wearing very nice clothes and shoes and always looked immaculate, pretty. Yeah, I always notice these kind of things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thank you for everything, Puan Chia! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I may not remember everything you said, do, or wear, but I will never forget you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rest in Peace. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;* Tomorrow is my birthday. And I have exams on Monday until Thursday. That's really awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37106674-546473594542374944?l=tanjuanxmushrooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanjuanxmushrooms.blogspot.com/feeds/546473594542374944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37106674&amp;postID=546473594542374944&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37106674/posts/default/546473594542374944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37106674/posts/default/546473594542374944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanjuanxmushrooms.blogspot.com/2010/11/rest-in-peace-puan-chia.html' title='Rest in Peace, Puan Chia'/><author><name>tan juan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07027788922166448971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37106674.post-8587575461501138326</id><published>2010-11-05T12:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T12:55:45.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Helloooo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;5 November 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SPM is in 18 days. And I haven't really studied much. Oh God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hope I can still remember what I studied for the trials. Eeek.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyhoo. Had great fun with all the S5B leng luis yesterday! Probably won't update until after SPM, by which I'd probably have forgotten all about it. As usual.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sigh. I have graduated, but I still have to go to school. Sucks to be me. Hahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I should study, but I have to upload the photos of our party last night on Facebook first. Grrr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37106674-8587575461501138326?l=tanjuanxmushrooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanjuanxmushrooms.blogspot.com/feeds/8587575461501138326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37106674&amp;postID=8587575461501138326&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37106674/posts/default/8587575461501138326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37106674/posts/default/8587575461501138326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanjuanxmushrooms.blogspot.com/2010/11/helloooo.html' title='Helloooo'/><author><name>tan juan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07027788922166448971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37106674.post-6970747546088147592</id><published>2010-10-08T23:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T21:35:41.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Saturdays ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;8 October 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay, I can't help gushing over this awesome girl group! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They are so cool, so beautiful. Makes me want to be in a girl band too. It would be so much fun, don't you think? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've just heard their new song "Higher", and I loved it the first time I heard it (which was within 20 minutes ago)! Seldom do I &lt;i&gt;LOVE&lt;/i&gt; songs the first moment I heard them, normally I'd have to listen to them a few more times, then I'd like them. Most of Lady Gaga's songs are like that, and lots of Korean songs too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know I have rambled about this on Facebook, but, well, this is me! And like I have probably said before, it's not like I have anyone else to talk to in this house except my soft toys. So, I'm seeking ... uh, refuge, in my blog! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The video's brilliant! Okay, maybe not exactly brilliant like ... I don't know. It doesn't have amazing choreography, it doesn't have a particular story line, it doesn't have any handsome guys in it (not that I'd know, since I couldn't take my eyes off the girls, haha) ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm gonna say this and probably repeat it 10000000 times again :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;FRANKIE IS STINKING FINKING GORGEOUS!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How? How can there be such a pretty person in the world? Fine, I know there are lots and lots of beautiful people in the world, like Victoria's Secret Models (which I have always referred to my friends who are unfamiliar with VS as 'the place where the most beautiful people from all over the world is "accumulated"'! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But somehow I think they're on different levels, they are so glamorous, more ... sophisticated somehow, and they're MODELS (as if that explains anything). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Frankie ... I don't know, she seems more like a .... uh, normal person? Like maybe, a person you'd see walking on the streets, but a very rare and jaw-droppingly pretty one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay. I think I'm not making sense. Haha. Blame it on the distracting video. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I really like her hair, dammit. But I think you'd have to have an excellent face shape and bone structure (plus a super straight and 'high' nose) to pull it off. At first I hated how she dyed her hair blonde-ish, but after watching the video, I love it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She looks coooool. And she has the most perfect tan! I (along with many other people) love the part in the video when she sings while sitting on the bench, where one of the girls put her arm around the other girl, then to another girl and cross their legs and stuff. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love what all of them were wearing in the video!!! Gosh. And they all have such great bodies, it's unfair. Vanessa's sleeveless denim jacket and high-waisted, poofy skirt are so cute, they're what I would wear! Frankie's is cool as well, all black, complements her skin and body perfectly. ROCHELLE'S DRESS!!! To die for. Saw a lot of people commenting on it as well. It's cute! Mollie? Cute on her, but not something I would (or I should say, COULD, as I'll never be able to pull it off in a million years) wear. Una's denim romper suits her so well, and the part where she belts out all the high notes is nice. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I Googled the biographies of the girls just now, and I was so stunned and surprised to find out how much more older than the other girls Una is. Unless if the site has got its facts wrong! She looks so young! HER EYES, HAIR, BODY AND ACCENT = DEADLY COMBINATION.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Right, I totally neglected mentioning their accents. They all have such sexy accents! Especially Una, Frankie and Vanessa. Eeeeek. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;GAHHHH I can't get over them. I think I'm going crazy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Besides all their looks and physical appearances, which are bonuses, their songs are actually nice too! Yes, I know I have mentioned it in the previous post. Can't resist saying it again, LOL. 'Ego' and 'Work' are both nice songs too! 'Up' is not bad too but I can't stop thinking about the weird video (from which I print-screened the heart-shaped clutch and gorgeous peep-toes!) where the girls all dance like robots or Barbies or I don't know what. Their clothes there are still wonderful though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sigh I want pretty clothes too! I've already moaned and wailed to my friends about my ... err, tragedy? (no it's not about money if that's what you are thinking) when it comes to buying clothes. It is super hard to buy clothes for my body type, and it sucks so bad. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay, it's time for bed!!! Sorry if I bored you. If anyone actually have read this, haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;♥ The Saturdays!! ♥ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37106674-6970747546088147592?l=tanjuanxmushrooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanjuanxmushrooms.blogspot.com/feeds/6970747546088147592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37106674&amp;postID=6970747546088147592&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37106674/posts/default/6970747546088147592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37106674/posts/default/6970747546088147592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanjuanxmushrooms.blogspot.com/2010/10/saturdays.html' title='The Saturdays ♥'/><author><name>tan juan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07027788922166448971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37106674.post-5137233546804791707</id><published>2010-10-04T20:59:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T22:47:43.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'>U Smile, I Smile :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;4 October 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Scroll down for the photos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;(Top part is, as usual, nonsensical babblings)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm feeling good today! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Must be because I'm listening to the song 'U Smile', which makes me, well, smile. It's a very ... smiley song! Haha. JB sort of sounds like a girl at the end, but it's a nice song! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm listening to songs from The Saturdays too. Love the songs Missing You, Forever is Over and Issues at the moment. And I totally love their videos! They all look so pretty, and wear the most gorgeous clothes and shoes. ESPECIALLY shoes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/23.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/22.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Worn by Frankie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A little black dress with bright orange tights, orange nails, an orange heart-shaped clutch from which she took out the orange heart-shaped ring she was wearing on her finger. So cute!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My dream shoes &lt;i&gt;kind of sort of&lt;/i&gt; look something like that. No, wait. ONE of my dream shoes kind of sort of look something like that. Peep-toe Mary-Janes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/Frankie-Sandford5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Frankie is sooooo gorgeous, no matter with long or short hair. But personally I prefer her with short hair like in the Issues video, she looks cooler! Don't like her current blond hair though. She suits dark hair better! But she STILL is stinking gorgeous. Hrrmph. And she has the prettiest eyes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And Una is sexxxay. Like her tumble of red curls and her eyes which look sort of blank but sexy. Haha. I do think she looks better in videos than in photos though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vanessa has an awesome voice, and she looked awesome in the Forever is Over video! The purplish-red highlights/extensions are to die for. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I LOVE the trench coats, coloured scarfs and sleek boots they wore in the video of Issues! Damn. Why is it perpetually SUMMER here? Okay I know I'd probably freeze to death if there are four seasons in Malaysia. I can barely stand air-conditioning sometimes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I LOVE how they danced by the sea wearing all those floaty bikini cover-ups, with the breeze blowing their long (except for Frankie's) hair about. Arrgh. Come on, who wants to go dance by the sea with me? :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OKAY. End of nonsense, for now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here are the way overdue photos I took at Klang. Hehe. &lt;i&gt;*sheepish smile*&lt;/i&gt; (damn the U Smile song is really disgustingly ... smiley, it has had me smiling like a maniac for awhile now)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_7242.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There's a glimpse of the stamps inside the tiny card! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Actually I have no idea whether the stamp on the left is a fake or it can really be used. I mean! It has the "Malaysia 30 sen" thing printed on it after all. But the stamp has an unusually cheery heart print, unlike the kind of stamps you'd normally see, so .... maybe not. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_7250.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_7251.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My sister totally couldn't keep her eyes open. Just like Jo in the photos he took during his graduation day. Hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_7252.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There, better. But I look horrible-r here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_7254.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_7255.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This, is my extremely adorable cousin (uh, my cousin's daughter actually, no idea what I'm to call her). Her name is Yeap Yee or Yip Yi, not sure about the spelling. She's born and lives in USA, the lucky girl. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway, I stalked her the whole night like a ... paedophile? Okay, no. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_7247.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My eye was so sore and red after I came out of the shower, no idea why, but I wore my contact lenses anyway. Haha. What a girl would do for beauty, LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_7261.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think my sister needs a hair cut. Even though she just had one some 3 or 4 days before this photos was taken. xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_7258.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's the beautiful bride! Yes, her eyes are very large. Like this! O_O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_7271.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_7272.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Isn't she CUTE???? She's going to be a gorgeous girl when she grows up, she looks absolutely lovely when she smiles! She smiles, we smile!!!! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sorry. Blame it on the song. Hahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_7278.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_7274.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_7284.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think my young cousin on the left looks like the groom. Haaa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_7298.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Another one of my adorable flower girl cousins! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_7299.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The flower girl's brother. =_=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He is super cute too, but very cheeky and obstinate. I heard my aunt say that their family arrived late at the wedding because he wouldn't put his clothes on, haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_7302.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aww. They look so sweet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hey, I have never been a flower girl or bridesmaid or anything before. Is it any fun? I suppose it's a good thing I have never been one before. I'd probably trip or do something to humiliate myself. =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_7305.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_7309.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Great food. ESCARGOTS! Disgusting. But nice. Hahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The shark fin soup was presented as shown in the second photo above! Pretty interesting, unlike how they usually dump a large bowl with a ladle in the middle of the table, and you scoop the soup into smaller bowls yourself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, the sad thing is, I don't eat shark fin soup. Heh. I don't know why. I don't find it particularly revolting or anything, I'm not an 'environmentalist' like my cousin said. Don't ask. I just don't eat it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_7311.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My favourite photo of the day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She looks like she's making a wish. She had such a hard time trying to blow out the 'candles'. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_7313.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_7314.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oooh, just look at her furry vest, with silver sequins. I have never worn anything like that when I was young, hahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_7315.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_7316.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_7318.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's the bride's mother, my 3rd aunt! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She looked so coooool with those red highlights in her hair, I was so stunned the moment I saw her. I have never seen anyone her age with sprayed-on highlights in their hair before. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_7320.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think this is an amusing photo! Cover the right side of the photo, and YY will look like a boy. Cover the left side, she looks like a girl. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The girl with the pigtails is ... well, we don't know who she is, but she's very friendly and amiable! Her name is Xuan Er (in Chinese). She just appeared at our table suddenly, and we all started playing and talking with her. Hahaha. Kids, they are so trusting! Shouldn't they not talk to strangers? :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_7323.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My sister and I both agreed that this girl looks like someone we know, we just haven't quite placed WHO yet. Guess I will never find out, because I'll probably never see this girl again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;God, I'm exhausted. A few more photos to go!!!! I think this is a boring post. Too many kids, hahahhah. Don't get me wrong, I like kids. But not all the time. And not all of them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_7337.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Xuan Er wearing my cousin's (the 2474th cousin, lol, I have to stop referring to everyone as 'my cousin') specs. So cute! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(I can't even bring myself to SOUND enthusiastic anymore. Zzzzzzz.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_7345.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We both look horrible here, hahahaha. Too tired, I guess. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_7343.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The only photo where you can see our whole outfits. I specially requested my mom to take this photo! Since it's not every day we dress up all nice, wear dresses and heels. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think this photo is not very flattering too, and the baby chair is ... distracting? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay. I have finally finished posting the photos. Hahahaha. How half-hearted. There's school tomorrow, and I'm going to Gurney with Ah Nee after school! Tireeeed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Goodnight!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;U smile, I smile!!!! :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37106674-5137233546804791707?l=tanjuanxmushrooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanjuanxmushrooms.blogspot.com/feeds/5137233546804791707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37106674&amp;postID=5137233546804791707&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37106674/posts/default/5137233546804791707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37106674/posts/default/5137233546804791707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanjuanxmushrooms.blogspot.com/2010/10/u-smile-i-smile_8075.html' title='U Smile, I Smile :)'/><author><name>tan juan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07027788922166448971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37106674.post-2470755481037179017</id><published>2010-09-25T22:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T23:03:52.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adios, Trials!</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;25 September 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually, I meant that in two ways.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First, OUR &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;SPM&lt;/span&gt; TRIAL EXAM IS FINALLY OVER!!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After a month. &lt;i&gt;One whole month&lt;/i&gt; of suffering, and now it's finally over. No. Wait. It's more than one month actually. I started studying for the trials one month before the month. So, that's two months. Or possibly more. Like. DAMN YOU, stupid trials. What a waste of time. What a waste of memory space. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND I had sleeping problems during the exam. I had to toss and turn for ages until I finally fell asleep, and they weren't deep, undisturbed slumbers either. It sucked. I was SO tired. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Second, GOODBYE, GOOD RESULTS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The papers were tough. Some of them. Okay fine. MOST of them. What WERE the teachers thinking when they set the exam papers? Some even set questions on things they had never taught us before. And they expect us to KNOW how to do them. *shrugs*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, no need to cry over spilled milk. I'll try harder the next time! Except that the 'next time' is actually&lt;i&gt; the&lt;/i&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;SPM&lt;/span&gt;. Which is, in approximately ... 60 days? Brilliant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I so don't wanna think about it. And I'm graduating. I won't pretend I'm not pleased to be finally leaving this school. But there are many things I really don't want to leave behind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't worry, it's not the blackbird-ridden canteen or the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;taaaaasty&lt;/span&gt; food, nor the newly-renovated toilets! Though I have to admit the toilets are a great improvement and make me more willing to go to the toilet and not try to ... uh, suppress ... you know. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;HAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;. Kidding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't want to leave my friends. Every time I think of my future, I see a whole blank PAGE. I don't know where I want to go, I don't know what I want to do, I don't know what studies and career I want to pursue. I don't KNOW anything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still don't think that's the worst part. Wherever I go, whatever I decide to do, I'll be starting a brand new life in a (probably) a new place, with new people. It'll be so hard to get to know people, like, really know them like how you know your good friends now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just imagine. You hang out with almost the same few people from the same gang in your whole high school journey, and suddenly, they're just not there anymore. Still, I guess it would be fun to make new friends, know new people. But it won't be the same, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I really don't want to leave CO. I'm sort of ... I don't know, lapping up all the time I have left in CO. I have to attend this Malay seminar (I know, boring!) at 10 am next Saturday. Okay. I don't HAVE to attend it. But I think it would be better if I do. Because it would probably help in my exams. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it would mean missing 2 hours of CO practice. I still plan to go earlier in the morning, but maybe I can't, as it is really quite inconvenient, for me, for my parents. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, that's a day missed. So. I probably only have a few, like, say, two, practices left to attend. As a Form 5 student anyway. If ... uh, wherever I go to in the future, has a May or June (or April, God forbid) intake, then I would still have a few months to attend the practices next year. Occasionally. Like my sister. Okay, maybe not as frequently as my sister. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it won't be the same. I won't feel like a true part of CO anymore. Because I REALLY won't be by then, as I have graduated. And my two great CO mates won't be there. One of them definitely won't. I think. The other, I have yet to confirm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From the look of things, it seems like there are going to be lots of activities in CO next year. Why not this year, whyyyy? I hope I'll still be able to take part/"witness" some of them. Before I leave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT OH GOD WHAT IF I'M NOT LEAVING?!!?! AS IN. What if I don't go anywhere? Because I CAN'T? If I get lousy results or whatever. Oh crap. I'm getting really worried. And I'm SUPPOSED to be relaxing since the trials are over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FUCK. What is wrong with me? I'm getting all sentimental, and it's a MONTH to graduation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Arggh. Sorry. I didn't mean to say so much. I wanted to upload the photos I took at my cousin's wedding, but I'm using the laptop now and there isn't the editing program I always use here. And the mouse isn't working. Crap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm ANXIOUS. About a lot of things. My results. MY BIOLOGY. Fucccccck. I made stupid mistakes. All the studying on Physics made me write sinosuidal curve instead of SIGMOID curve for the growth rate. FUCK FUCK FUCK. Every time I think of it I want to slap myself. HOW could I??!?! I should have just written S-shaped graph, like Crystal. Stupid, stupid. And my essays. I think I wrote oocyte instead of oogonium. Awesome. And I said lactic acid is converted into uric acid. Really brilliant nonsense. I wasn't gonna write that last part there. But I don't know why, I just did. To make my essay longer, I suppose. FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What kind of results am I going to get for Biology this time? The subject in which I tried my very  hardest (which isn't very hard, but still) to do well, the subject I actually liked. ARRRGH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And my English. No. Stop. Stop it. I'm supposed to RELAX. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Phew. Okay. Glad to get it out of my system. Although. No. It's not really completely out of my system yet. Sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okayyyyy. Once I edited the photos, I'll upload them. Now, I'm gonna ... I don't know. There's nothing much to do. Maybe I'll go to sleep. To replace all the lost sleep over the week. Yep, great idea. I'm exhausted. And plus, as Yi Ling said : "later panda eye all pop out". Haha. Not that it isn't 'popped out' already. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37106674-2470755481037179017?l=tanjuanxmushrooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanjuanxmushrooms.blogspot.com/feeds/2470755481037179017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37106674&amp;postID=2470755481037179017&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37106674/posts/default/2470755481037179017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37106674/posts/default/2470755481037179017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanjuanxmushrooms.blogspot.com/2010/09/adios-trials.html' title='Adios, Trials!'/><author><name>tan juan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07027788922166448971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37106674.post-6454065506956879233</id><published>2010-09-15T23:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T23:44:17.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dieeeee</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;15 September 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah, so here I am again, announcing to the world, again, that I'm doomed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have SO many things I haven't studied for the trials, and yet I'm here updating my blog. Again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why can't I keep my hands off the stupid laptop! FUCK!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I haven't touched on a single page of Form 4 Physics. I haven't finished Biology. I haven't finished Chemistry. I haven't finished Add Maths. HECK, I haven't even really STARTED on Add Maths. And I'm not finished with History. Oh God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, I'll just have to hope for the best. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway. Went to Klang the past Sunday, to attend my cousin's wedding. I had a blast. It was only for a day, reached Penang around 5 o'clock in the evening the next day. But still, it was fun, an escape from the tedious, brain cell-killing studying I had been doing for the whole week before that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The food during the reception was extremely tasty. YUM. Plus they contain thousands of calories. Mmm, who wouldn't love them?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, tried out escargots for the first time in my life, and I have to admit, I kind of liked them. When I wasn't thinking about filthy snails leaving trails of slime and goo wherever they crawl anyway. Once that image appeared, I wanted to puke. Errgh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll post the photos after the trials. FUCK THE TRIALS MAN CAN THEY JUST BE OVER? EVEN THOUGH I CAN'T FINISH STUDYING, I SWEAR I DON'T CARE ANYMORE. I want them to just pass quickly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;NINE MORE DAYS. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37106674-6454065506956879233?l=tanjuanxmushrooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanjuanxmushrooms.blogspot.com/feeds/6454065506956879233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37106674&amp;postID=6454065506956879233&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37106674/posts/default/6454065506956879233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37106674/posts/default/6454065506956879233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanjuanxmushrooms.blogspot.com/2010/09/dieeeee_15.html' title='Dieeeee'/><author><name>tan juan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07027788922166448971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37106674.post-770297224323039593</id><published>2010-08-20T21:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T21:41:15.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In The End</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20 August 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, it doesn't even matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine! If things deteriorate, don't say we didn't try. Mind's in a turmoil. Am pretty sure &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;mine's&lt;/span&gt; not the only one. Brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trial exams are in 10 freaking days. Yes, I am aware that my last post is posted around 10 or 20? days ago. SO WHERE THE HECK DID THOSE DAYS GO?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is the time passing so quickly, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;whyyyyy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God for the September holidays. There's still time to study the three Sciences. And History, oh God. Additional Maths. Oh yeah. Great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't pay much attention in Physics today, was too tired, almost fell asleep. Stared at the teacher the whole time, gave a few half-hearted nods, widened my eyes occasionally, frowned a little with an expression of mild bewilderment and confusion, to convince the teacher that I was actually hanging on to her every word. When I wasn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I missed what she said on nuclear fusions and fissions and whatnot. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biology wasn't much better. But still better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry? Studied about soaps and detergents. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*grimace*&lt;/span&gt; Not nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See. Why did the school frigging arranged all the three Science classes in the same day? They must be nuts. And all the language double periods also in the same day, Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I really, really DETEST Chinese, oh GOD. I tried to read simple Chinese stories, but I took such a long time to finish one story that I ... uh, DREAD reading the others? Reading, unwillingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made a lot of BM notes too, glad to see I'm improving, VERY SLIGHTLY. But it's an improvement nonetheless. At least there are some questions on my tuition papers that I can answer. Phew. But I still quite dislike BM. Sigh. All the imbuhans and stuff, it's really confusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;. I read and flip through the dictionary at school, a lot. People must think I'm crazy. But I love it. I love 'reading' dictionaries, and seeing what interesting words I can find (and more importantly, to use).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral. The most useless subject EVER, besides History, of course. I mean, okay, History is not useless, it's just devastatingly boring. Well, the History we study, that is. Now, who the hell STUDIES and memorises all the definitions of the moral values? US! So, basically, we're studying Moral (to become a better person, etc) by MEMORISING definitions and key words yadda yadda. And writing essays. Siao one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Civics? Don't even mention it. Oh yuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;PE! Yes! I like PE. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, I do not know why I'm giving an account of ... my take and opinion on every subject. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*shrugs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck, I should be studying about the fascinating reproductive system of plants now. I have no idea why the time flew so quickly, I swear the last time I looked at the time it was 8.00 pm. Fine. No more studying for today. SHIT. Must not use the computer tomorrow. I MUST NOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to school in the morning. Despite all the problems in CO, I still miss it! Sigh. So hopefully when I come back (if I DARE to, that is) after I graduate, CO will still be above average standards, or better yet, that CO will be BETTER. Must not keep my hopes high, if things continue the way they are now. RIGHT. This is a topic I do not want to touch on. I could post 10 posts about it once I start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. I swear I'm going crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37106674-770297224323039593?l=tanjuanxmushrooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanjuanxmushrooms.blogspot.com/feeds/770297224323039593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37106674&amp;postID=770297224323039593&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37106674/posts/default/770297224323039593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37106674/posts/default/770297224323039593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanjuanxmushrooms.blogspot.com/2010/08/in-end.html' title='In The End'/><author><name>tan juan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07027788922166448971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37106674.post-694354122864475564</id><published>2010-08-01T21:16:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T21:45:12.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Instead of Studying</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1 August 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trial exams for SPM is in exactly 29 days, and I have only tackled around ... uh, 20 pages of Chemistry? Brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kept telling myself that "I'll be fine". Such a lie. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't get myself sometimes. I badly want to do well in the exams, and get ... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;acceptable&lt;/span&gt; results, but I just wouldn't study. I would laze around in the morning, read and reread Harry Potter books, and I even read my childhood favourites, like, you know, The Enchanted Wood, The Secret Island, etc. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In these few days I have devoured around ... 10? books. (The longer I think about it the more books it seem that I have read)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I told myself that I was, in a way, studying for English. Which was totally true. Assuaged my guilt. A little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whyyyy! Why can't I study like a good girl? I'm just so bloody lazy, I can't stand myself. I really am set on doing everything, anything, except study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat down and stared into space, generally wasting my time, instead of studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I exercised for almost one hour and a half, instead of studying. (think of all the studying I could have done! Arrgh.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went shopping, instead of studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept surfing the web for interesting stuff, instead of studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took very short naps even though I just woke up like, 3 or 4 hours ago, instead of studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read books I have read 10 thousand times before, instead of studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am updating my blog, instead of studying about bloody redox reactions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How the heck am I going to scrape passes in the trials (and SPM), I really don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There probably will be some updates (with photos) soon-ish. Since, you know, that I'm doing everything to evade my books. Reference books and textbooks, that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laaaaaaaa. Okay. I'm going to do something else (except study). CRAP. I really must start studying properly tomorrow. I SWEAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. All the best to those who are sitting for their tests tomorrow! No need to be so stressed about it. It's just a TEST. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37106674-694354122864475564?l=tanjuanxmushrooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanjuanxmushrooms.blogspot.com/feeds/694354122864475564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37106674&amp;postID=694354122864475564&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37106674/posts/default/694354122864475564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37106674/posts/default/694354122864475564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanjuanxmushrooms.blogspot.com/2010/08/instead-of-studying.html' title='Instead of Studying'/><author><name>tan juan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07027788922166448971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37106674.post-1527318449714766264</id><published>2010-07-11T22:13:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T23:04:24.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Seaside</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11 July 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, my second post for the day! Yes, I did it! I'm awesome. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, going to post the photos I took when I went to the seaside with my sixth aunt and cousins. Not a lot of them, don't worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, for the next post (which might be ... I don't know, a month later? HAHA), I'd probably post the photos that Pei Jia has been dreading me posting since .... the June holidays? Teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They aren't even horrible actually, and it's not like my blog has a lot of readers anyway. So. No idea why she's dreading it. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And THEN I'd post the fabulous photos taken in Singapore. Okay, wrong structure of the sentence. The photos I took aren't fabulous, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Singapore&lt;/span&gt; is. So, I should say : the photos taken in fabulous Singapore. Yeah. Better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Already uploaded some in Facebook. But there are MORE. A lot more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_8518.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for my first ever horse ride. Pretty scary at first, then pretty boring after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(BTW that shirt is not mine. Borrowed it from my cousin as a swimsuit cover-up, cause stupid me didn't bring any shirts)(because I was scared my cousins would think I'm crazy for packing so many things, haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The naughty horse started to pee after my cousin and I dismounted. Well, actually, I suppose that's a good thing. Better than it peeing when we were on its back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_8542.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went tanning. SPF 4 and SPF 30+. I KNOW! I'm not trying to kill myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_8529.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweating like crazy. Wanna know what time it was? HAHA. I am so going to die and early death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_8546.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_8551.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_8566.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mermaids (and uh, mermen?) of the sea! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a miracle we're even alive, seeing that the sea is so filthy, so polluted. Ahem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_8564.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_8556.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor kids. Hahahaha. I think it was the same horse, the one we rode on earlier! Maybe it couldn't stand all the weight on its back, had to pee and poop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_8557.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Niceeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for a stroll on the beach after dinner, and we could detect the repulsive smell of the horse poo. Awesome. AND ALSO, DURIANS. Bad combination. Vomit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so scared I would step on the horse poo, since it was so dark and all. Gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_8604.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to wash our feet in the basins of the toilet because there was no pipe in the toilet. Lousy eh. I know it was a very rude/disgusting thing to do. But what could we do? Had to get rid of the sand before going inside the lobby and the lifts right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo above was just a demonstration for my male cousin. We lied to him, said that we washed our feet using water from the toilet bowl (something of the sort, can't really remember) and I think he really fell for it. =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_8610.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_8611.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for another stroll on the beach after breakfast. A very horrible breakfast. The hotel sucks. Won't go back. Ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The seaside during the morning was very serene without all the noises from the engines of the boats, the shouts of children. It was nice, and very picturesque. Loved it. Except for the fact that the sun was hiding behind the clouds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_8613.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But luckily the sun came out after that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna know what time it was? Guess I just shortened my lifespan EVEN MORE. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left the hotel, and went for my 3-hour Add Math tuition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's it. We visited Hard Rock Hotel too, and took some photos, but don't feel like uploading them, they're not that nice anyway, since I was using the old camera. My aunt says we can stay there and celebrate after SPM! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37106674-1527318449714766264?l=tanjuanxmushrooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanjuanxmushrooms.blogspot.com/feeds/1527318449714766264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37106674&amp;postID=1527318449714766264&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37106674/posts/default/1527318449714766264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37106674/posts/default/1527318449714766264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanjuanxmushrooms.blogspot.com/2010/07/seaside.html' title='The Seaside'/><author><name>tan juan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07027788922166448971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37106674.post-4382687811961745888</id><published>2010-07-11T20:39:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T22:13:23.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ee Leng :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11 July 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I haven't been updating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been busy lately. Well, no. That's a downright lie. I haven't been busy lately, I have been &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lazy&lt;/span&gt;. Yep. No, wait, that's sort of a lie too. Because I haven't only been lazy &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lately&lt;/span&gt;. I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt; have been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to post two entries today! To, you know, show that I'm serious about overcoming my awful laziness. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. My parents went out for a wedding dinner, and I have the computer all to myself. Brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, less talk, more photos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't plan to upload the photos I took during the June holidays in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;, so I'm going to post most of them here (YES, I KNOW, WAY OVERDUE!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WARNING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;: PHOTOS ARE ALL OF &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;EE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;LENG&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I'm pretty sure you can tell from the title of the post already)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, uh, better prepare a sick bag or something, if vain people make you dizzy, get on your nerves, etc! Or you could just skip this post. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10 June 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went hiking at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Pantai&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Kerachut&lt;/span&gt;. Again. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. Different company, different experience!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_8643.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_8641.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_8637.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_8623.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Ee Leng looks good in the two photos below! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_8635.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_8620.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think I look good after exercising (actually, I think everyone does). My skin looks very clear, eyes brighter, and I have this natural flush to my cheeks. I remember my brother asking me why I put on make up, when actually I just finished exercising. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rumi says if that's the case I have to exercise for an hour before going on a date in the future. Hahaha. Great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;__ June 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgot which day it was. Not that it matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went shopping at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Prangin&lt;/span&gt;' Mall. The bubble milk tea heaven. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Ahhh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_8655.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_8647.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome bubble milk tea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Prangin's&lt;/span&gt; topmost floor, next to a hair salon (bugger, triggers bad memories, roar!), called &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Asamu&lt;/span&gt; or something. It's kinda hard to find at first, I think you turn right once you get out of the lift, and then turn left around the corner next to the shop selling snacks and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just order the simplest "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Asamu&lt;/span&gt; milk tea" (with pearls, of course!), it's the cheapest, and the tastiest. Not that I have tried any other flavours except for the honey milk tea which is a tad sweet, but still tasty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_8666.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wearing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Ee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Leng's&lt;/span&gt; specs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_8662.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_8673.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_8677.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_8671.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_8680-1.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;, I know I look dumb. Trying to act like a geek but guess I failed miserably. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_8672.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU WANNA FIGHT??? Come la come &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;laaaaa&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_8675.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Paiseh&lt;/span&gt; cannot resist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_8681.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still cannot resist, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;. Don't ask what I was doing, I do not know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_8683.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_8684.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I don't really hate geeks. Some of them are super cute! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_8688.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FOR YOU TO REST YOUR EYES, PUKE YOUR GUTS OUT AGAIN, WHATEVER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Northam&lt;/span&gt; Beach Cafe for dinner after shopping. Scenery is nice (shown above) IF you stare into the distance and not directly downwards (you'd see rubbish) from the edge of the .... "balcony". I'm sure you get what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_8693.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_8694.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_8715.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_8716.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_8708.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_8720.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to find out if I can do the cross eye, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. Stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_8729.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_8733.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_8732.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The colours are magnificent, eh? It's totally real. Maybe SLIGHTLY different after I adjusted the contrast of the photo, but still, SO PRETTY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_8737.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, a gorgeous photo of the sunset to end this post. Oh, joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;HAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;. Even I'm sick of posting all those photos. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The bad thing is, I'll be posting the Singapore photos soon-ish, and guess with whom I took the most photos! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My neck and shoulder hurt. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Yowch&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37106674-4382687811961745888?l=tanjuanxmushrooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanjuanxmushrooms.blogspot.com/feeds/4382687811961745888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37106674&amp;postID=4382687811961745888&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37106674/posts/default/4382687811961745888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37106674/posts/default/4382687811961745888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanjuanxmushrooms.blogspot.com/2010/07/ee-leng.html' title='Ee Leng :)'/><author><name>tan juan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07027788922166448971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37106674.post-8039195913092505364</id><published>2010-06-24T23:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T23:52:28.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Rambles</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;24 June 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Err. I have a lot of photos to upload! (I know I have said this before) But at least I have already uploaded everything into the laptop. Now I just have to edit them. Shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, our school got the first in the CO competition. I know, I know. It was such a long time (4 days) ago. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. Anyway, congratulations! Everyone did a great job, and it's good to see that our efforts paid off! The other schools were great too, to be frank we were very nervous before the results were announced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we heard, we screamed, shrieked, squealed, etc so loud, it was crazy. It was like December 2008, when we knew our school won the fourth gold ... err, place? Screamed until I was hoarse, couldn't talk too well the day after. The joy, it was indescribable. The experience, it was unforgettable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why I hope we can join the KL competition this year. I'd scream myself hoarse, THOUGH I'm not sure whether it was because we won or lost. The latter probably. Not enough time. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I will upload the photos I took during the holidays (I KNOW : LATE!), and some photos my parents took in France. So pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Gotta sleep. Long day tomorrow. INTI college performance at Dewan Sri Pinang. That place again. Makes me miss Sunday even more. If that's possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like shooting the person who arranged the new timetables for our class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have 3 double periods for English, Chinese, and BM for Thursday, and 3 double periods for the 3 Sciences. SIAO OR NOT! And we normally use the double periods for the languages to write essays. We got two freaking essays today. Crazy one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to Singapore soon! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to sell my old books. Still in quite good conditions. Anywhere I can sell them? I only know two places. Zzzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN I'm supposed to GO TO BED. Bye!!!!!! Will update soon. XOXO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37106674-8039195913092505364?l=tanjuanxmushrooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanjuanxmushrooms.blogspot.com/feeds/8039195913092505364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37106674&amp;postID=8039195913092505364&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37106674/posts/default/8039195913092505364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37106674/posts/default/8039195913092505364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanjuanxmushrooms.blogspot.com/2010/06/random-rambles.html' title='Random Rambles'/><author><name>tan juan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07027788922166448971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37106674.post-1267397519322177415</id><published>2010-06-17T20:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T21:23:56.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming To An End</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;17 June 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks! Almost over, just like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What exactly have I done, I have no idea. Shucks. School's reopening in ... what, 4 days?! HOW IS THAT EVEN POSSIBLE? Where has the past week gone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my parents are coming back this Saturday morning. Seems like just yesterday they left for France. I know time always flies when you're having fun, yadda yadda. Problem is, I don't think I have been having a lot of fun. Not REALLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun like roller coaster rides. All I have done is shop, eat, eat some more, exercise, go to school, go for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;torturous&lt;/span&gt; 3-hour Add Math tuitions, watch the same movies for the umpteenth time, watch Big Bang videos, replay Big Bang videos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT ELSE! Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No homework though. Maybe that's why time passes so quickly. Because there is no homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, wait! I have Literature! But like Jia Yun, I have decided to do it on Monday before classes start. Great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NIE! Regret joining it in the first place. If not for the marks, the stupid dumb MARKS, we wouldn't have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. I still want to go shopping even though I'm broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least Ee Leng was with me for the past week, or my holidays would have been even worse. Minus the shopping trips and the glorious food. Most importantly, minus the COMPANY. I now have no one to talk to, except the wall. And myself. And Booga. PATHETIC much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISS YOU, EE LENG!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have quite a lot of photos to upload, but I'm using my mom's over-sensitive Dell laptop recently, so I won't be uploading them any time soon, as this laptop doesn't have any editing programs (that I know of). Not that I do much editing to the photos anyway, I just resize them, change the colours and contrast, and zap away the horrid zits and unsightly blemishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really dislike this laptop. I type really fast, and some stupid windows (i.e. about TOOLS OPTIONS ETC) would pop up. Type, type, type, and suddenly the language thingy, you know, the EN thing (sorry, I'm a noob) at the right hand corner next to the time? would change to CH. No idea why. Scroll, scroll, scroll, and the page would zoom in, zoom out. I know I can change the settings but I just can't be arsed to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea, part of it is my own fault. For the touch pad thing anyway. No clue how to fix the typing-window pop up problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's so much more convenient, you know, to be able to lie on the bed and use the computer, you can change positions to make yourself more comfortable (i.e. lie on your back, lie on your tummy, on your side, blah blah blah). Bonus points for the privacy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My computer is ... hmm, let's just say, whatever you are doing the whole world can see it, and the worst thing is, you don't even know if they're watching you. Because you'll have your backs to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I'm doing anything bad, hahaha. But you know. Some music videos have all this sexy, dirty parts and I'm sure you don't want your parents to know that you actually know about those things. HAHA. Okay, ignore me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CO competition this coming Sunday. Slightly nervous. Just slightly, at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really, really want to join the competition at KL in December! Sigh. Like 2008. Good times, good times. But ... sigggh why must we get news of the competition in JUNE? JUNE?!?!? That's so late. We don't have the time to practise, especially for those who are sitting for PMR and SPM. That's CRAP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glimmer of hope. Keeping my fingers crossed. I REALLY REALLY REALLY want to go to KL. But still I'm scared it'll affect my ... uh, studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. End of update. Rambles, more like. Will TRY to update soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37106674-1267397519322177415?l=tanjuanxmushrooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanjuanxmushrooms.blogspot.com/feeds/1267397519322177415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37106674&amp;postID=1267397519322177415&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37106674/posts/default/1267397519322177415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37106674/posts/default/1267397519322177415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanjuanxmushrooms.blogspot.com/2010/06/2-weeks.html' title='Coming To An End'/><author><name>tan juan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07027788922166448971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37106674.post-1669194202029823963</id><published>2010-06-05T22:47:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T00:10:13.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'>City Bayview Performance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5 June 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. Here are a bunch of photos taken on 23 May 2010, during our performance at City &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bayview&lt;/span&gt; Hotel. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hehe&lt;/span&gt;. Photos, at last!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were still having our midyear exam at the time of the performance okay! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;. FLUNKED. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of us (me included) brought our books along : some really studied, and some, took their books out, put them on their laps and started talking to the people next to them and therefore making the people next to them unable to study in peace. If you get what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Paiseh&lt;/span&gt; for the weird English.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess in which category I belonged to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Less talking, more photos. OH CRAP it's late, and I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;did &lt;/span&gt;promise myself I would sleep early during the holidays! (Early being 11 pm.) But it's already 11.11 pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MUST SLEEP EARLY FROM TOMORROW ONWARDS! Sleeping is so beneficial, AND, as the ripe red cherry on the top, sleeping feels &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; good. I mean. You get to dream about the most awesome, unbelievable things. Like entering another world, a fantasy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still you might dream about weird stuff. Like snakes. I always dream about snakes. Blue snakes, cooked snakes. My friends asked me to check the significance of snake-y dreams online, but. I don't think I want to know, thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hui Xian said she dreamt of something weird too, something about her grandmother being in a fridge. Hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh shit, I'm not supposed to babble. Sorry. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_5402.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fried chicken was yummy! Pity &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Hsieh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Ying&lt;/span&gt; couldn't eat them, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;tsk&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;tsk&lt;/span&gt;. What a waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_5403.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HATE PLACES WITH LOW LIGHT CONDITIONS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hate cameras which take lousy photos in low light conditions. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Arghh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_5406.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look horrible here, but I look thin(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;ner&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm posting this up just because I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;think&lt;/span&gt; I look thin(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;ner&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_5408.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Aww&lt;/span&gt;, Pei &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Jia&lt;/span&gt; is so cute. I look ... what's the word I'm looking for? Tired? Drunk? Stupid? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*shrugs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_5412.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Retarded much? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;. Teenagers with a mental age of 3. MENTAL AGE! &lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;. Don't mind me. Probably only &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Rumi&lt;/span&gt; understands why I go crazy over the phrase "mental age". Ahem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_5414.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, back to normal. Except for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Hsieh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Ying&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. Her arms look so thin! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_5417.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A major FAIL because my gorgeous face cannot be seen. Stupid flashlight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;. Please don't hit me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But everyone else looks nice, honestly! For once, flash doesn't ruin &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;everyone's&lt;/span&gt; face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_5420.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, without flash the colours not that nice! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Eeeee&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_5421.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the bride and the groom. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Aww&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_5429.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pei &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Jia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Yi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Ling &amp;amp; I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_5430.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Yi&lt;/span&gt; Ling &amp;amp; I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, fine. My camera doesn't actually take too lousy photos in low light conditions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_5434.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chelsea &amp;amp; I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't Chelsea gorgeous? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*strangles her*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had this stupid, funny conversation when we ate our dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Chelsea using &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Shiseido&lt;/span&gt; eyeshadow, and since I (my mum, actually, I like Benefit) also use &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;Shiseido&lt;/span&gt; products, I told her : "Eh, you use &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;Shiseido&lt;/span&gt; also one &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;hor&lt;/span&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she said : "No la, I use Chanel one."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gail then said : "Wei, people use &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chanel&lt;/span&gt; one okay!' Emphasis on the Chanel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I know it doesn't sound funny but Gail's expression at that moment really was. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first everyone was really quiet, I guess it was because Gail was there. The pressure, you know, since she's a very pro senior. And we didn't really know her that well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe it was due to exam stress. But pretty unlikely. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after awhile it was fine. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_5441.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_5442.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear I shouldn't take photos with Wei-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;Ying&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always look nice(r) in the photos in which she looks ... err, not as nice ; and I always look hideous in the photos in which she looks nice! Example above. Not the first time this had happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_5437.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gail &amp;amp; I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_5440.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nana &amp;amp; I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I know it is a gross name)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;Nanananananana&lt;/span&gt;, he's gonna start a fight - so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; what, I'm still a rock star, I've got my - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*smacks*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_5446.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;Hsieh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;Ying&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you observe carefully you'll notice that this is the only photo that I'm on the right side. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;. I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_5448.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pei &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;Jia&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I hate her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because she's too cute! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;. So cute I want to strangle her too. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;RAWR&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hate her because she also likes to stand on the left side (although she wasn't in the photo). Obviously because the both of us look better on our left sides. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;Hrmph&lt;/span&gt;. Don't want to take photos with her already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_5451.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a weird, vain photo of yours truly to end the post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my hair. Got a haircut from the discipline teacher on Wednesday. Brilliant. Now I look completely awful. Worse than mushroom hair. I want to, NEED to go to the salon. Only problem is, my parents left for France already, so how exactly am I going to go to the salon, I have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. My holidays are so boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you enjoy yours anyway! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TIME FOR BED! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37106674-1669194202029823963?l=tanjuanxmushrooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanjuanxmushrooms.blogspot.com/feeds/1669194202029823963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37106674&amp;postID=1669194202029823963&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37106674/posts/default/1669194202029823963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37106674/posts/default/1669194202029823963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanjuanxmushrooms.blogspot.com/2010/06/city-bayview-performance.html' title='City Bayview Performance'/><author><name>tan juan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07027788922166448971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37106674.post-8315283091470768198</id><published>2010-05-30T21:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T22:15:53.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FUCK x10000000000</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;30 May 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost my handphone. I FUCKING LOST MY HANDPHONE. People, don't call me or message me okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I dropped it, or someone took it, or what. I can't find it at home, I can't find it on my dad's car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was hoping that it's somewhere around the house. But it's pretty unlikely since I went upstairs the first thing when I came home from Gurney, and I can't find it anywhere in my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND when my dad tried calling my phone just now, it said "person is unavailable". Great. GREAT. What the fuck. Confirmed my worst fears already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH. HOW COME!!!! I called my dad like, 10 minutes before he arrived to fetch me home. Then we went to Beads Zone. I didn't touch anything. Then we went to the toilet. I probably dumped my phone into my bag or something. I didn't leave it there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went home. Maybe I dropped it while I was running to my dad's car. I DON'T FUCKING KNOW. Or someone took it while we were going down the escalator. EVERY SINGLE THING in my bag is still there. Except my phone. Even if I held the phone in my hand, it's still &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;supposed&lt;/span&gt; to be there/here/whatever, because I held it with my Guardian voucher, and my Guardian voucher is still with me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit. Now I don't have a phone. The holidays. Oh God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God my phone isn't new or a particularly good phone. It's pretty lousy, in fact. BUT there's a great deal of money inside. Not a GREAT deal, but not little. RM50+ I think. THANK THANK THANK GOD I sent RM25 to my sister recently, and RM50 to Chiew Na earlier. Or else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE FUCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe my phone is under my bed. And it ran out of battery. Hence the "unavailability". FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37106674-8315283091470768198?l=tanjuanxmushrooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanjuanxmushrooms.blogspot.com/feeds/8315283091470768198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37106674&amp;postID=8315283091470768198&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37106674/posts/default/8315283091470768198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37106674/posts/default/8315283091470768198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanjuanxmushrooms.blogspot.com/2010/05/fuck-x10000000000.html' title='FUCK x10000000000'/><author><name>tan juan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07027788922166448971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37106674.post-3950932690463064816</id><published>2010-05-26T20:08:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T23:14:41.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favourite Things :P</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;26 May 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The exam is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;finallyyyyy&lt;/span&gt; over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks. Two whole weeks of suffering, two whole weeks without touching the computer. I am SO proud of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if only all the exam papers would get burnt or something. We'd never get our results and everyone would be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Our school started our exam earlier than most schools, and we ended earlier too! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Teehee&lt;/span&gt;. Not that I'm ... err, how do you say, trying to stuff it in your face? If you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;are &lt;/span&gt;one of those who are still having their mid-year exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I have mentioned this before : my parents are going off to France in June, and I'll be alone at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But WORSE STILL. Now my sister has gone to study in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Pahang&lt;/span&gt;, I really &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;will&lt;/span&gt; be all alone during the holidays. Err, I don't exactly consider my grandmother and my maid as ... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;company&lt;/span&gt;, since I don't talk to them. As in, really talk, about random stuff like how I'm in love with some certain guys (TOP!!!! GD!!!)(yeah, just like that), etc. So, basically I'd have to talk to the wall or my soft toys every day. And blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND WORSE STILL!! If it could get any worse than that. My parents are taking the camera with them. Just like how they took it with them when they went to China last September. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;GARN&lt;/span&gt;. I'd have to use the old, lousy (lousier) camera to snap photos of stupid stuff like pretty food, unusual insects, something funny, and so on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND. I have to eat the food my maid cooks every day. Her cooking is not bad actually, but still. two weeks. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*wails*&lt;/span&gt; Of course, I can easily walk to McDonald's or order some pizza but it's no fun eating those alone. Crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND AND AND. I have to go to school on certain days and I have absolutely no means of transportation. I mean, yeah, I can always &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;tumpang&lt;/span&gt; other people's cars but still, I think it's slightly awkward. If I have to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;tumpang&lt;/span&gt; a person's car too many times. I'm a total dummy when it comes to taking buses. And of course cabs are out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what to do, what to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't even go out shopping! That's the worst part of it all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All right, maybe I'm exaggerating a bit. JUST A BIT. My cousins will be here during the first week of the holidays. So I won't be completely alone. During the first week. But the second week! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ARGH&lt;/span&gt;! Maybe God wants me to be a good girl and study for the trial exams and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;SPM&lt;/span&gt; at home. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Never mind. I shall just think of happier things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know. Like Big Bang stuff. Which never fails to put a smile on my face because they're too cute. And funny. Makes me crack up. Can't stop watching their videos. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;. Hilarious. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*grins idiotically*&lt;/span&gt; There's just something, I don't know what, about them that makes it hard for people not to like them. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Gah&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;GD's&lt;/span&gt; smile. I'm a sucker for pretty smiles, no matter on boys or on girls. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. I think he looks pretty ... average? when he doesn't smile but when he DOES smile ... it's like ... it lights up his whole face! I don't know how to describe it. And the way he pouts, the way he bites his lower lip when he smiles! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Soooo&lt;/span&gt; cute. Paiseh in manic-fan mode. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And TOP. Uh. No comment. Not that I don't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; any. I just don't wanna start. I'd be in superhypermanic-fan mode then. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Hahahah&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See I'm happy already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rainbows. Twinkling stars. Turquoise waves crashing onto white sand. The feel of the warm sunshine on wet skin. The smell of suntan lotion. Freshly baked bread. Gorgeous, sparkly high heels. Pastel colours. Coloured sprinkles. Unhealthy ice blended mocha with whipped cream and a dose of chocolate powder on top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flowers in full bloom. Bursts of colour against plain gray or white backgrounds. Glossy magazines. Silk and chiffon. Big Bang. Mushrooms. Sequins and diamonds. Victoria's Secret models. Mermaids. Swirls and spirals. Hearts. Glitter and matte. Toned, shapely legs. Candice Swanepoel's tummy. And her hair. Adriana Lima. (Okay I know they're all VS models.) Lalalala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singing in the shower. Doodling on my exam papers. WHOOPEE THE EXAM IS OVER! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What elseeeee! Gosh, it's fun, listing out things you like. Never ending list. And I'm aware that I sound like a pervert. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Going to edit some photos, and going to watch more videos. Wheee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37106674-3950932690463064816?l=tanjuanxmushrooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanjuanxmushrooms.blogspot.com/feeds/3950932690463064816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37106674&amp;postID=3950932690463064816&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37106674/posts/default/3950932690463064816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37106674/posts/default/3950932690463064816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanjuanxmushrooms.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-favourite-things-p.html' title='My Favourite Things :P'/><author><name>tan juan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07027788922166448971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37106674.post-2342772160464977373</id><published>2010-04-23T23:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T00:47:58.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Err. Mushroom ... Expedition?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;23 April 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos, at last!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Pantai Kerachut with my family last Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first trip to Pantai Kerachut was in 2008, and it was a trip organised by a school club. Saw loads of interesting things, like a gorgeous purple mushroom, fronds of green and yellow seaweed, and loads more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second time I went, it was in 2009. It was raining, and it was very damp and misty. We had to hike with umbrellas, which was hilarious. And irritating. LOL. Went trampling in the mud (which was supposed to be the UNIQUE meromictic lake), probably squashed thousands of tiny crabs in the process. Sank almost knee-deep into the mud, it was such an icky feeling. But it was FUN. Saw a giant jellyfish washed ashore. Saw a large centipede. Also a lot of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've GOT to post a photo of the purple mushroom again. It's so pretty, and I have never seen a mushroom like that before! I have only seen the likes of ... err, button mushrooms, enoki mushrooms .... uh, to put it in other words, the EDIBLE ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_4415.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Neh! Pretty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually we saw many purple mushrooms this time too! Except that it was because they were mouldy that they turned purple. Not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;naturally&lt;/span&gt; purple. If you get what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. PHOTOS! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_4967.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Witnessed an idyllic sunrise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo taken from the car, so. Not of the best quality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reached the place too early, and the guard told us that we could only start hiking after 8. So we went to the filthy, muddy beach and explored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_4984.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_4983.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hard to believe mud flats could look so beautiful, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_4987.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;MINI KRAKEN! Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were three of these mini octopuses on the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother's caption for this photo was : "Sashimi, anyone?" :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_4990.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics sucks. And I suck in Physics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_4989.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_4992.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_4998.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally LOVE the backdrop for this. So ... picturesque.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_5001.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took this photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_4999.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister took this photo. MAJOR FAIL OKAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, it's not that bad. I just really hate the "pillar" at the side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_5002.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother took this photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still like the one I took of him better. Bah. Hahaha. Getting smug, are we.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_5006.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_5009.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VAIN LEH! Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a completely irrelevant note, I found this adorable photo on Facebook where a cat was hugging an Elmo toy. DAMN CUTE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_5011.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so they're technically NOT seashells. They're actually hermit crabs. I think. So pretty right! Like colourful pebbles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_5021.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_5022.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO MANY PRETTY SHELLS! Fine, fine. Only one of them is pretty. But! I hope they grow up. Into the size of ... say, both your palms. Then we'll catch them and have them made into instruments. Yay. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_5023.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_5117.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_5029.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute spiral plant! Forgot what it's called. Sorry for the lousy photo quality. Guess I was too tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(IT'S RELEVANT.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_5036.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_5042.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like a white-coloured Amanita mushroom! You know, the poisonous blood red mushrooms with the white "spots"? Like in ... Alice in Wonderland? Toadstools?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's SO SO SO pretty. A bit scary (especially if you stare at those bulgy pebble-like THINGS on it), but still. I like it! It's very big. Okay, not VERY, but still &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;quite&lt;/span&gt; big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling a bit sleepy now. I guess you can tell. I'm starting to talk in ... circles. Something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_5040.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, my "ARTISTIC" shot. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_5063.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reached the beach AT LONG LAST. Part of it was my fault as I ... err, misguided them. Not entirely my fault too lah! Was just following the trail I used in 2008. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_5067.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_5069.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unknown creature. Hahaha. Looks like a cross between a beetle, a cockroach, a grasshopper ... what else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_5064.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We climbed onto the rocks, over to the other side. To EXPLORE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_5084.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crabs for breakfast, anyone? Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, they're dead. I think it's the shell or something. My cousin told me that. Not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_5090.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOOK! The crab floats. LOL. It was damn stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the freaky fish? Well, my brother threw his "crab" into the pool to try to make the fish get out from under the rocks, but he missed. Then I tried to throw mine in. At first, I just lowered the crab slowly but then ... how to describe it? Bouyancy? Pressure? The legs kept ... you know when like poles of magnets repel? That "feeling" was what I experienced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I tried to throw the crab in like my brother did, and it FLOATED instead. =.= Stupid crab. And the fish didn't move a single inch. Gah. In the end, I just pluck one of those shells (balidong or something) in the pool and threw it at the fish, and ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_5098.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you have it. The freaky fish. WTF. Don't ask me why I describe everything as "freaky".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's eyes are green. Scary eh. Actually I think it's EYE. I think it's yellow or orange on the other side. Heh. Fascinating thing. Like a lionfish. You know, the purplish, bluish, reddish, spotty, frilly saltwater fish! That looks like a lion?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. Sorry. I know I'm being lame. I sound like I'm drunk. I almost &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;feel&lt;/span&gt; as if I'm drunk, I'm so happy. For what reason, I don't know. Probably for watching the Big Bang funny videos. Had me smiling for ages. Hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_5099.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_5095-1.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry. Can't resist. I look like I have eyeliner on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I SUPER hate my hair. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_5104-1.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the eyes, they're so cute. Heh. Saw this little fella in the lake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_5110.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JELLYFISH! People still dared to bathe in the sea. Wah. Scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what we saw during our "return journey" to where we started the hike?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_5116.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pretty white freaky mushroom!!!! I guess somebody kicked it. I like kicking mushrooms too actually. So does my sister. Who doesn't? Hahaha. But it was such an unusual mushroom! How could people just kick it like that! Argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Post ends here. Going to ogle hot guys now. BIG BANG! &lt;3&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37106674-2342772160464977373?l=tanjuanxmushrooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanjuanxmushrooms.blogspot.com/feeds/2342772160464977373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37106674&amp;postID=2342772160464977373&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37106674/posts/default/2342772160464977373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37106674/posts/default/2342772160464977373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanjuanxmushrooms.blogspot.com/2010/04/err-mushroom-expedition.html' title='Err. Mushroom ... Expedition?'/><author><name>tan juan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07027788922166448971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37106674.post-5699817969468256929</id><published>2010-04-20T23:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T00:33:25.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dead Blog :P</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20 April 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I KNOW I haven't updated since two weeks ago, and in the entry I posted two weeks ago I mentioned about how I haven't updated&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; since&lt;/span&gt; two weeks ago because of the test. Haha. Something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually have a lot of things to blog about, I'm just lazy. Besides, I'm sort of crazy over Korean guys now. Thanks to Rumi. HAHA. So I spent (still spending) most of my time online looking for photos and interesting facts about those guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know a lot of people say that all those Koreans (GUYS, not girls because they all look the same) look so hot because of plastic surgery. But honestly. Not ALL people look good after they undergo plastic surgery. Perfect example? HEIDI MONTAG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/heidi-montag-before-and-after-surge.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at those boobs. I mean ... guys, do you actually like girls with boobs like that? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZzzzZ. What a total fake. She actually looked alright before she got about 10 types of surgery done to herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, I'm going to bore you all with details, my opinions, BLAH BLAH. Paiseh. I never was a person who could keep her opinions to herself. Good opinions of other people, that is. If they're bad, I mostly, MOSTLY keep them to myself. Emphasis on the word mostly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BIG BANG! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/c643a2006142576155dac9e24f3a8444122.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/bigbang04_20080912_seoulbeats.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think their songs are amazing. Unlike any other Asian songs I have ever heard (which aren't that many, come to think of it). There's just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt; different about their songs. They're so cute, and they're cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Be prepared, you'll be seeing the same few adjectives many, many times in this post)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I told a lot of people that I have fallen in love with Korean stars they were like, (O.O) because normally I wouldn't listen to Asian songs and watch Asian dramas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/4ddac64a436f8a07b67b0d36856803c8122.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/8fd1a0a84a9e9d4b44ef3d073349e5b5123.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/7ae4d791aabc80_full.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like T.O.P!! He's like ... whoa. HOT. He can be a cute, cool, sexy, funny anything, and that's precisely why I love him so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, I don't really like a person who's cool all the time, I'd like him/her to show their cute or crazy side occasionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can one not love a person who says "Blueberry Chiki-chiki Cheesecake"? And his smirk. Mad sexy. And his personality (from what I've read on the net).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out he has the "lowest mental age" in Big Bang and likes toys. And he likes fashion. AND shopping. WHAT ELSE! As if you need anything else. Total dream guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and he hugs a frigging panda soft toy to sleep!!! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/af543947179dba33d17253e1a4cf9ebc124.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/22e5310a723da0_full.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/1222712733_31.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And G-Dragon is too cute. TOO CUTE! Love how he puts his hand over his face when he laughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/gdtopms9vi6wx4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOOK AT T.O.P IN THE DINOSAUR SUIT!!! :DDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love with the song Wedding Dress by Taeyang! Another member of Big Bang. Awesome song. And the video is brilliant too. Loved the dancing, he's a great dancer. And he sings real good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hui Jing likes him, and Hooi Ling LIKED him before she saw how muscular he is. HAHAHA. I don't get why people here don't like guys with muscles, six packs, etc. Weird huh. I like. LOL. But I think Taeyang's biceps are a tad large. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot to say actually, but it'll take days and days for me to finally finish whatever it is that I want to say. ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. Mustn't forget. I'm in love with Jang Geun Suk too. His smile is to die for. DAZZLING. So ... CUTE (sorry). Gorgeoussss. (YES! A new word!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/Smiling_Jang_Geun_Suk_by_DarkSoulKa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/7478bdc3065910_full.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How .... how .... HANDSOME is he??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's weird how I like him since I don't even - SELDOM - watch Korean dramas. I have started liking him since I saw him in Beethoven Virus. But Rumi told me he looked awful in that show, with his weird hair and all. AND I still found him cute. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Paiseh. For boring you. IF you even read the whole thing. Anyhoo. I'll try to update. I really might, you know. Because the exams are approaching and I need to take my mind off it. LOL. You know, convince myself that updating my blog is more important than studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH CRAP I FORGOT to look for an article for English tomorrow. Tsk. Never mind. I'm going to bed, it's going to be a looooooong day tomorrow. Sigh. TUITION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37106674-5699817969468256929?l=tanjuanxmushrooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanjuanxmushrooms.blogspot.com/feeds/5699817969468256929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37106674&amp;postID=5699817969468256929&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37106674/posts/default/5699817969468256929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37106674/posts/default/5699817969468256929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanjuanxmushrooms.blogspot.com/2010/04/dead-blog-p.html' title='Dead Blog :P'/><author><name>tan juan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07027788922166448971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37106674.post-1011148709741159792</id><published>2010-04-06T22:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T23:03:54.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>zZzzzzz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6 April 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the test was two weeks ago. And I haven't updated since BEFORE the test. I know I suck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been sick since Thursday night. Went home from school early on Friday, and was absent from school Monday and Tuesday. Not exactly sure what illness it was, but some of the symptoms matched those of the dengue fever. Rashes, joint pain, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the thing is, I'm better now, and I'm going back to school tomorrow. Don't know if I should feel happy or not. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel very lazy. Lazy to do my homework, lazy to even upload the photos, lazy to climb the stairs ... I feel exhausted after being sick for so many days. All those days of laying on the bed and the lack of food intake made me very tired. Days of plain, tasteless noodles, disgusting antibiotics, bitter panadols ... is OVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost la. Provided I don't suddenly feel sick again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear those antibiotics were the most horrible things I have eaten. Tasted like vomit, like some rotten food. Errgh. Worse still, the smell of the pills linger everywhere. Like on your shirt, in your throat, in the toilet. You know what I mean. Hahaha. AND IT'S FREAKING GROSS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okaaay. I don't promise I'll post up the photos, but I just might do so. If I get over this lazy phase of mine. Which I have been in since last year. Zzzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My stupid rashes are fucking itchy. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*WAILS*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37106674-1011148709741159792?l=tanjuanxmushrooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanjuanxmushrooms.blogspot.com/feeds/1011148709741159792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37106674&amp;postID=1011148709741159792&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37106674/posts/default/1011148709741159792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37106674/posts/default/1011148709741159792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanjuanxmushrooms.blogspot.com/2010/04/zzzzzzz.html' title='zZzzzzz'/><author><name>tan juan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07027788922166448971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37106674.post-6534004840796284536</id><published>2010-03-20T23:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T00:04:31.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Love With ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;20 March 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MY MILK TOOF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/4284381448_4547e46f64.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/4060176789_5378d2e964.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/4199599880_24fdc129f0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/4011841185_879a2c7f20.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All photos are from the My Milk Toof site. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cutest blog I have read in my life so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ickle and Lardee ROCKS!! ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So happy the blogger's publishing a book soon! Not sure if it'd be available in Malaysia. I HOPE SO. I'd buy it for sure. Sooooo cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also not sure about the price. But it's probably worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE SALTWATER ROOM - OWL CITY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To my motion fatigue, farewell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;With your ear to a seashell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You can hear the waves in underwater caves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As if you actually were inside a saltwater room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Time together isn't ever quite enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When you and I are alone, I've never felt so at home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What will it take to make or break this hint of love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We need time, only time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a very sweet song! Soooo nice. Go listen! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;CANDICE SWANEPOEL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/V298626.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/V299029.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/candice-swanepoel-bikini-1-16.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/Candice_is_a_beauty.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I probably have said this before. BUT ISN'T SHE GORGEOUS?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh. I don't think I have seen more than ten Candice-haters from all the comments I read in the celebrity gossip websites. TEAM CANDICE, indeed! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SUCH PRETTY THINGS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/6a00e553a4097c883401310fbb845e970c-.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/6a00e553a4097c883401310fa42d28970c-.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/6a00e553a4097c883401310fa428e5970c-.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/6a00e553a4097c883401310fa427c6970c-.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/6a00e553a4097c883401310f86ef36970c-.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/6a00e553a4097c88340128778fc27d970c-.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All photos are from the Such Pretty Things site! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Google it if you like artsy stuff, pastel colours, sprinkles, pretty cupcakes, vintage flowers, ETC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eeeee I sure wish I can make such pretty, creative stuff. The cupcakes! They look so SWEET. I want. Hahaha. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I'm in love with a lot more things and people but it's 12 a.m. now. And I gotta go to bed. My sore throat is killing me. Actually it's a lot better now that I have drank the ... the .... thing. Dang. I was kind of hoping that I wouldn't have to go to school for the stupid tests on Monday. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37106674-6534004840796284536?l=tanjuanxmushrooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanjuanxmushrooms.blogspot.com/feeds/6534004840796284536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37106674&amp;postID=6534004840796284536&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37106674/posts/default/6534004840796284536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37106674/posts/default/6534004840796284536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanjuanxmushrooms.blogspot.com/2010/03/in-love-with.html' title='In Love With ...'/><author><name>tan juan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07027788922166448971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37106674.post-6647311846571695856</id><published>2010-03-19T23:29:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T00:05:54.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello, hello!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;19 March 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been ten days since I last updated. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, our school's 90th anniversary celebrations are officially over (a few days ago), and the monthly test is approaching. And of course, the school Sports Day. And lots of other things. Like ... err, SPM at the end of the year. Shucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just came back from Cameron Highlands yesterday, and boy. I'm not feeling very good. Chapped upper lip, sore throat, some rash-like thingies on my neck ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of that, after spending a day at the pleasantly cold Cameron Highlands, being in Penang actually feels like being in a freaking DESERT. Hahaha. Not that I have been to a desert before. Must be ten thousand times hotter. ARRGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND MY EYEBAGS HAVE ... DEEPENED! BECOME MORE CONSPICUOUS! The horror. As if they aren't horrible enough in the first place. Gosh. You'll know when I upload the Cameron Highland photos. After the school test. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't even have uploaded the photos on Facebook. But like I said. It's relevant! To Biology! Pollination, transpiration, humidity, the ... err, circulatory systems of insects, etc. And to Geography, which, unfortunately, I'm no longer studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a sneak peek!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_4605.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_4643.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae105/eternityl0v3/IMG_4909.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha. Please DON'T not come back and read my blog after seeing this photo. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh, I spent most of the time camwhoring with the colourful flowers there. So, you'll be seeing a lot of vain photos! Too bad. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. That's it. Good night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** I have the cutest little two-year-old cousin ever. His name is 赵奕安. When he said "good morning" to his mom, his mom would ask : "What is good morning in Chinese? 什么安?" And he would say : "赵奕安!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lame. AND SO CUTE. The way he says his name is damn adorable!!! AND he knows how to sing 财神到 and dance along to the song. I recorded a video of him singing and dancing until he fell down, and how he hit my sister at the end of the song. Made us all laugh like maniacs. HEARTS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37106674-6647311846571695856?l=tanjuanxmushrooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanjuanxmushrooms.blogspot.com/feeds/6647311846571695856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37106674&amp;postID=6647311846571695856&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37106674/posts/default/6647311846571695856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37106674/posts/default/6647311846571695856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanjuanxmushrooms.blogspot.com/2010/03/hello-hello.html' title='Hello, hello!'/><author><name>tan juan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07027788922166448971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37106674.post-3068495744180209328</id><published>2010-03-09T20:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T20:31:56.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Race You, Dumb Lizard :P</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;9 March 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whooo. Another lame post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something really dumb and ... well, LAME, happened today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It happened like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left my bedroom, and I didn't close the door. I was descending the stairs and I suddenly saw this bastard of a lizard on the stairs. Of course it flew (flew because it moved so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fast&lt;/span&gt;) away, and I had this horrifying thought : WHAT IF IT GOT INTO MY ROOM?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I quickly turned and tried to race the lizard up the stairs. Okay, the lizard didn't really climb the stairs one step at time (duh), it just climbed up the wall beside the stairs. Little cheat. Gah. I was so scared it would creep into my room, because my room was one of the rooms nearest to the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my hurry to overtake the dumb lizard, I fell down. Hit my knuckles and knees pretty hard. The dumb lizard was stuck onto the wall, unmoving. It was probably snorting with laughter. If lizards could snort, that is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I scrambled up quickly (because I was scared the lizard would crawl up my legs) and tried to reach the top of the stairs, and in my hurry, I tripped, and fell again. Argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must be the rhythm thing. I think I was trying to run up the stairs two steps at a time, and suddenly I ... err, lost track of the rhythm (one, two! ONE, TWO!), and maybe tried to do four steps in one huge leap, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;then&lt;/span&gt; I fell. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha-ha. All the more reason to hate lizards. The stairs are quite wide, but when there's a lizard anywhere near it, I have to press myself to the wall and descend the stairs as quickly as I can. Geeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a huge pimply on my face. Err, like I told Rumi, my nose is the axis of symmetry and the pimply is one of the two points (the other is another old pimply WHICH WAS CURSED BY RUMI that hasn't disappeared) of the graph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay you probably don't get what I mean, and I won't be showing you a photo any time soon. So. Forget it. Hahahaha. TIME TO DO CHINESE CALLIGRAPHY !#*%^*!*#$!@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I HAVE TO GO ON DUTY DURING THE STUPID FUNFAIR ON SUNDAY. Three duties, 40 minutes each. Yay me. Yay us. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37106674-3068495744180209328?l=tanjuanxmushrooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanjuanxmushrooms.blogspot.com/feeds/3068495744180209328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37106674&amp;postID=3068495744180209328&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37106674/posts/default/3068495744180209328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37106674/posts/default/3068495744180209328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanjuanxmushrooms.blogspot.com/2010/03/race-you-dumb-lizard-p.html' title='Race You, Dumb Lizard :P'/><author><name>tan juan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07027788922166448971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37106674.post-2514641956373419383</id><published>2010-03-08T20:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T21:08:23.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jumble Sale!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font
