<?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-4981645959613756968</id><updated>2011-08-02T10:39:00.959-07:00</updated><category term='`'/><category term='the city'/><title type='text'>Note To Self</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00885192937511472044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SVrbjuspYKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jy5y5AS_pAg/S220/P1010669.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>138</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981645959613756968.post-7694375992841133925</id><published>2010-03-06T02:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T02:30:38.547-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Might Be The Worst Decision I Ever Made</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've just started working as a marketing personnel at a distributor company of FMCG products carrying all international brands like 2 weeks ago. And, I think it might be the worst decision I ever made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, it has been a couple of weeks since I've joined in, but to sum up what and who I met within these 2 weeks, I have to say the outcomes and signs are not so great at all. And I think it's enough for me to make a conclusion about my future if I continue with this company. Rather than to look into the past, reason being why I accepted this pitiful job is because I've always wanted to work on the client side handling the A &amp;amp; P planning but, never would I've guess it that it is not as sunny as what I've pictured. Maybe I should lower my expectations or have none what-so-ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the most interesting part, I've joined in at the same time as the bosses' daughter. Perfect. I know for the fact that people do think twice what to say or act in front of her. Just two weeks of working there and people already giving me warnings about how I should dress and what time is lunch time. All purely accidental and happened on 2 separate occasion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it that I've been compared to the bosses' daughter. I loath my lady boss. And, I hate the people I'm working with. I despise the working environment,  where everything is straightforward and there's people breathing down my neck all the time. I hate routines, figures (except for the one inside my bank account!), and restrictions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every single day I'm there I feel like I'm a loser. A useless person. And, I hate that. I tried to raise up and accept things for the way it is...but that lady boss of mine is getting on my nerves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please let something better come up SOON!! So I could write in my resignation letter and leave this hell hole.&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/4981645959613756968-7694375992841133925?l=nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/feeds/7694375992841133925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2010/03/might-be-worst-decision-i-ever-made.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/7694375992841133925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/7694375992841133925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2010/03/might-be-worst-decision-i-ever-made.html' title='Might Be The Worst Decision I Ever Made'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00885192937511472044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SVrbjuspYKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jy5y5AS_pAg/S220/P1010669.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981645959613756968.post-2492051210588876602</id><published>2010-02-22T05:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T05:33:39.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I think I'm Losing My Mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;You know that feeling you have that you're wondering what IS your purpose in life? That desire for peace and sense of belonging. Well, supposedly it's common for gen-y peeps to have this since we are brought up with all these technology like the booming of social networking services, we crave for bigger and better groups that we wish to be part of, that in hope to bring some sort of meaning and dare I say, a certain purpose in daily life: the light at the end of the tunnel of mindless and senseless 'real-life' jobs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well...supposedly what I'm trying to say is that I think I might have lost my mind a bit just in search of that. Trying and even coping to stuck myself in the cycle of life: You've born, lived and eventually you're gone 6-feet under. But, what's to live by if you don't even sure what's worth living. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Feeling like I'm sheltering myself in a box with a job I just don't feel the connection to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Help me. I'm having a quarter-life crisis. &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/4981645959613756968-2492051210588876602?l=nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/feeds/2492051210588876602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-think-im-losing-my-mind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/2492051210588876602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/2492051210588876602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-think-im-losing-my-mind.html' title='I think I&apos;m Losing My Mind'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00885192937511472044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SVrbjuspYKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jy5y5AS_pAg/S220/P1010669.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981645959613756968.post-5218925298857694156</id><published>2010-02-08T00:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T02:25:16.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Pickle Situation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Geez. I've just went through a gruesome interview just now. It's for the same organization I wrote earlier on, but this time more personal contacts with the moderators and assessors. Frankly, some of them looked like they had human for breakfast, a couple of them looked motherly and one actually adopt some mediocre English slang. All in all, a very stressful situation consist of 3 sections - individual presentation, group discussion and role playing, but I have to say I consider myself lucky because I have another offer awaits, so basically I have something to fall back to. BUT, the very luck caught me in a 'pickle' situation too, since I only have till next week to receive the next call back for the last stage: the actual interview (finally), AND the offers stand until TODAY! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've never been in this big 3-some matter before in my life but I have to face the music at the end of it afterall. Just to make matters worst, my ego have been bruised and my confidence decrease down to 0% after the gruesome interview. I swear I have this outer-body experience during the 3 steps of this interview. I think I sounded ridiculous, blabbing to save my life and like the annoying advertisements, I think I've repeat my points while trying to sound intellectual or just being heard. Seriously, I've never babbled like this before. Even I don't know what I'm saying. Ahh, the art acquired by mass comm students. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;In times like these, there are only 3 people that can convince me to take the next stage, my mother (the HR expert), my sister (my confidant) and Nadhyrah (my twin sister from another mother). I've called my mum to get the HR opinion, called my sister to get her sisterly advice, and Nad for her experience and understanding in my situation. Finally, thanks for the advices from these trio, I've developed some special ops mission to save my ass and my career (or whatsoever left of it!). At last, I actually accept the offer. And, yes, I have a job now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;How boring.&lt;/span&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/4981645959613756968-5218925298857694156?l=nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/feeds/5218925298857694156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2010/02/pickle-situation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/5218925298857694156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/5218925298857694156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2010/02/pickle-situation.html' title='A Pickle Situation'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00885192937511472044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SVrbjuspYKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jy5y5AS_pAg/S220/P1010669.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981645959613756968.post-2113048010265751689</id><published>2010-01-31T20:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T21:12:36.925-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fish Out of Water</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm not the kind who favors big gatherings with people I'm not familiar with especially with those who I know what their intentions are in the very beginning. You can call me a very 'reserved' person but I can also be chirpy, bubbly and all confident when I needed to be or when I'm nervous. But, yesterday I've spent the evening catching the 'Tooth-fairy' at the cinema with my best friend and her new 'pyramid-scheme' marketing clan. How daunting!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's their marketing tool to have fun and harmless gatherings with fellow members and their friends, to lure more people into the clan. Seriously, I felt like fish out of water. I've been friends with my beloved bestie for more than a decade, and we lived very close by with each other, so you can tell why our friendship works, because I trust her and she trust me. When I say NO, it means NO to her too. Proof point - I'm the kind that keep promises. Or at least tried too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the cinema, I was embarrassed as hell when some of them screamed, making noises, and throwing pop corns to each other. They have this type of bond that scarily disturbing - like something between a cult and a fraternity. For heaven sake, people are asking u to 'Ssshh it!'. I called it a cult because they have their own 'secret' handshake and they have a titles 'monarchy' which similar to the French. And, I called it fraternity due to their accessive hyper-energy to scream to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've tried so hard to keep an open mind and try not to stereotyped anyone (a habit I got from 3 years of learning advertising). But, safe to say they are not the kind of people I would invite to my open house - period! I felt uncomfortable and anxious, but more frankly I couldn't care less what they are and what they represent. Bitchy of me, I know. And, I sincerely think that they are curious about me, in terms of race and where I came from. Kinda nice that no one will ever able to pin point me. I was totally embracing the 'One Malaysia' concept. And, on a lighter note, these people are friendly but too 'sweet' for my cup to tea. Sorry darlings, no strings attached, please!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My conclusion is that these 'pyramid-scheme' marketing people are scary and not in a good way. I just prefer the old fashion way of earning my dough, by giving my hard work where nobody asking me to take up a loan, and working my way-up in the corporate ladder, where in 10 to 20 years I'll be earning 5 figures 'stable' income plus benefits!!&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/4981645959613756968-2113048010265751689?l=nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/feeds/2113048010265751689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2010/01/fish-out-of-water.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/2113048010265751689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/2113048010265751689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2010/01/fish-out-of-water.html' title='Fish Out of Water'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00885192937511472044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SVrbjuspYKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jy5y5AS_pAg/S220/P1010669.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981645959613756968.post-8201237853916538788</id><published>2010-01-25T04:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T20:29:02.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Love?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/S15vOz_E6YI/AAAAAAAAAhc/rj6LV0FQxAE/s1600-h/lovedrawing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 259px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/S15vOz_E6YI/AAAAAAAAAhc/rj6LV0FQxAE/s320/lovedrawing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430900500919019906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I'm thoroughly fascinated by love stories just like the next  girl/boy. It's epic, emotional, humorous, romantic, and above all else, magical. I guess you can blame these reactions on spiritual or science matters. Spiritual in the sense of body and soul connection between partners. While science's explanation in the other hand, well, just plain chemistry. If you read through the online articles on this thing called 'love',  one can sums it as a mind-boggling matter but it made sense. All of it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  Butterflies in the stomach, sweaty palms, and nervous laughs, all these can be explain through chemistry. Romantic bliss is contributed by a natural amphetamine (a central nervous system stimulant) called phenylethylamine (PEA), which when released in the brain it helps to stimulates our physical and emotional energy. But, unfortunately, through science too, we can explain why we have 'honeymoon year'. Apparently, these euphoria effect can only lasted for 18 months and up to 4 years because our brain has become immune to these chemical explosion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;Lust and love brain activities are different too. When, let's say staring at a half naked photo of Daniel Henney (HOT), stimulates the hypothalamus (hunger and thirst) and the amygada (arousal) areas. While being with the love of life - warm and comfy feeling comes to mind, it actually stimulates parts of the brains that received dopamine. So, this is why we heard of friends who are blinded by 'love' with her hot but an a**hole boyfriend, because she just can't tell the difference between love or lust. Too much of this 'lovely' chemicals can somehow threaten one's good sense of judgment. But, then again, we 'need' and somewhat crave to 'fall in love' because it is our biological drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's that for science. I somewhat prefers the 'spiritual' explanation, because I'm all down for the body, mind and soul. Fascinating, yes. I guess it's more about feeling, rather than, knowing. To achieve spiritual climax in love, it has to happen gradually in a relationship through repeated contacts.  Love takes time, baby! We are likely to cherish our partner and in time sustain a long and healthy relationship through meeting them in hardships situations together rather than meeting them in a casual  and mundane situations. Which explains why most wedding vows would describes how they cherished their loved one because they've been through thick and thin together. I guess it's sweeter that way. The brain will produces endorphins which increases the sense of calmness and help reduces anxiety to build attachment - commitment, friendship and comfort. Lovers will feel content through the deeper meaning of love - for whatever that is for the individuals, of course! We could be thinking of our first love or 'the one that got away', throughout our lives.  What happened to them? What are they doing now? Basically, countless times of pondering and reminiscing on our side. But, at the end, the one that matters, I mean the one you're going to have flashbacks on your deathbed are the one we went through a lot together, probably the one next to us if we're lucky or probably the ex-wife, mother of your first children or husbands that you swore you had enough of for the millionth time. Just count your blessings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of it all, unfortunately, I think I suffered from hypopituitarism - a rare disease who somewhat immune to the raptures of love. In other words, completely heartless. Hopefully, it's not the case.&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/4981645959613756968-8201237853916538788?l=nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/feeds/8201237853916538788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2010/01/whats-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/8201237853916538788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/8201237853916538788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2010/01/whats-love.html' title='What&apos;s Love?'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00885192937511472044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SVrbjuspYKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jy5y5AS_pAg/S220/P1010669.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/S15vOz_E6YI/AAAAAAAAAhc/rj6LV0FQxAE/s72-c/lovedrawing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981645959613756968.post-7264883790044596027</id><published>2010-01-21T04:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T20:36:29.698-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks Colin Powell! (What the heck!?)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/S1krIUa2K7I/AAAAAAAAAhU/fAd3VE-cIs4/s1600-h/colin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 270px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/S1krIUa2K7I/AAAAAAAAAhU/fAd3VE-cIs4/s320/colin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429418247692102578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I feel the need to write this up because this is the #1 time I EVER had a sleepless night due to a job interview. I'm not a stranger to the job hunting circuit, but this one with another major MNC company is held ridiculously early at 8:30AM and in KL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND! It's one of those interview sessions with multiple stages; like a boxing match - first round: group discussion. If u didn't get 'knockout' - second stage: online test! The assessor couldn't describe the interview session even better than - 'American Idol'. A cut throat decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl next to me in the waiting room actually told me she was incredibly nervous, and I looked incredibly cool. But, I was just wanna get this over with. Everyone dresses in shirts , blazers and baju kurung. I'm the only one with casual tuxedo inspired ruffles top without any collar, and dressed in black and gray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prior to D-day, I did multiple research on the company's website- scared if the group discussion revolves around the company's well-being. Apparently, it wasn't but fortunately, it was right up my alley - we were discussing about the unsuccessful 'Tak Nak' anti smoking campaign. Advertising. My 2nd love. I actually slept like 3 hours prior to the D-day - tossing and turning like a girl torn in love, instead I was thinking the worst thing that could happened and how to get there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was tossing and turning on my bed, in the dark room, 2 men comes to mind - Colin Powell and Michael Buble' - I know, what the heck? Colin Powell has 2 of the principles I love to live by, 'Get mad, then get over it', and '&lt;span class="body"&gt;It ain't as bad as you think. It will look better in the morning&lt;/span&gt;' (The one that run through my mind!). Michael Buble', his 'I just haven't met u yet' just somehow humming itself in me head! Due to this unnecessary hoopla - I only got like 3 hours of shut-eye! Sucks. And I woke up at 5am!! Went out from house at 6:30am. Shiatsu! Took the train, pass like 17 train stations. Walk up to the office with melted make-up, my hair lost it's volume and tempered manners! Dang!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1st round outcome: Out of like 30 potential 'trainees', only about 15 stayed for the 2nd round. Scary. And, I'm one of the lucky few. Teehee! 3 cheers for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the second round was daunting with 3 sections in the online test. Crazy. Maths. Verbal. And, personality test. All within 3 hours! Maths 24 q's under 20mins. Verbal: 24 Q's also under 20mins. Personality test 300 q's with no time limit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great! Left the interview feeling relief and told myself that Colin Powell dude was right in the first place.&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/4981645959613756968-7264883790044596027?l=nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/feeds/7264883790044596027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2010/01/thanks-colin-powell-what-heck.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/7264883790044596027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/7264883790044596027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2010/01/thanks-colin-powell-what-heck.html' title='Thanks Colin Powell! (What the heck!?)'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00885192937511472044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SVrbjuspYKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jy5y5AS_pAg/S220/P1010669.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/S1krIUa2K7I/AAAAAAAAAhU/fAd3VE-cIs4/s72-c/colin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981645959613756968.post-1632127990422732533</id><published>2010-01-10T19:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T19:58:55.859-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Ever Buy A House In The Woods</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/S0qhNV_NNWI/AAAAAAAAAhM/1JgrFsK33vI/s1600-h/the-strangers-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/S0qhNV_NNWI/AAAAAAAAAhM/1JgrFsK33vI/s320/the-strangers-poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425325951733806434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've just catch 'The Strangers' on HBO last week. Previously, never heard of it, though there's Liv Tyler in it. What attracts me first, as soon as I switch onto HBO, the movie opens its credits with real statistics, like 1.4 million crimes happened in the States, and how the movie is based on unsolved murder case. It's as like, I was supposed to watch it, somehow. Definitely, parked myself on the couch along with my siblings who joined me soon after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;While watching the movie, I kept telling myself, how scary it was for the real victims to be living so far off from neighbors and in the woods. In times like that, where you are tortured and played a fool by 3 strangers, one can't stop from kicking oneself for buying the expensive house that serves privacy with neighbors that lives 3km away!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That particular scene in the poster is the scariest in the movie. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie was a reenactment of 'what could happened' to the poor couple. Two church-going kids came to the house to handed some fliers just to find 2 dead bodies lying on the floor. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, note to self: Neighbors are good. Security is important. And, resist from buying that house on top of the hill or that cabin in the woods. &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/4981645959613756968-1632127990422732533?l=nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/feeds/1632127990422732533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2010/01/dont-ever-buy-house-in-woods.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/1632127990422732533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/1632127990422732533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2010/01/dont-ever-buy-house-in-woods.html' title='Don&apos;t Ever Buy A House In The Woods'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00885192937511472044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SVrbjuspYKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jy5y5AS_pAg/S220/P1010669.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/S0qhNV_NNWI/AAAAAAAAAhM/1JgrFsK33vI/s72-c/the-strangers-poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981645959613756968.post-498061310740046340</id><published>2010-01-08T03:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T03:57:02.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>KEY WORD: Negotiate</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/S0cdVtkJWHI/AAAAAAAAAhE/zTkjp2ZSPfE/s1600-h/homer_simpson_doh_02.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/S0cdVtkJWHI/AAAAAAAAAhE/zTkjp2ZSPfE/s320/homer_simpson_doh_02.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424336535036713074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;For the life of me, I have to learn this tiny mistake of mine. The situation is... I've been job hunting for a month now, and have received good feedback from potential employers. But one in particular, and the toughest I might add of all the interviews I've been too has gone the extra mile to gave me the 2nd chance to 'test' for the job with the bigger fish in the company, though, with slight heavy heart I have told the poor secretary or the receptionist or whoever called me again to schedule the date, that I have set my sight for something else. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Unfortunately, for me, they have some very decisive and stern employee who wouldn't take a simple no for an answer. They tried reaching me in the morning, before 9am, but I was still catching my Zzzzz, called my house even, but my maid informed them that I am fast asleep. Finally, they caught me around 11am, thankfully I was awake due to my hair appointment with a friend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;They asked me what, where, why and how much the other 'competitor' are offering me? I'm cornered and off-guard. But thanks to my communication skills and a tad weirdness in me (which save my ass several times before), I babbled with poise -  if it was ever capable to do so. What's my regret from the conversation is, I state the salary lesser and not more than what they're offering. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, my fellow friends out there, if the ball is in your court, play hard ball! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is my Homer Simpson 'D'oh!' moment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4981645959613756968-498061310740046340?l=nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/feeds/498061310740046340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2010/01/key-word-negotiate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/498061310740046340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/498061310740046340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2010/01/key-word-negotiate.html' title='KEY WORD: Negotiate'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00885192937511472044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SVrbjuspYKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jy5y5AS_pAg/S220/P1010669.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/S0cdVtkJWHI/AAAAAAAAAhE/zTkjp2ZSPfE/s72-c/homer_simpson_doh_02.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981645959613756968.post-1475314574980119145</id><published>2010-01-06T21:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T21:37:13.387-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seducing Mr. Perfect</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/S0VxHT94aqI/AAAAAAAAAg0/z3nD8LEOm7w/s1600-h/seduce.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 287px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/S0VxHT94aqI/AAAAAAAAAg0/z3nD8LEOm7w/s320/seduce.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423865696670476962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm going bonkers over this fellow! Thanks to my cousin for bringing in the Korean fever, first with 'Boys Over Flowers' which made my mother fell head-over-heels with not one but two of the F4 dudes - for heaven's sake she's learning Korean from it, and now everytime I've text her, she would sent a Korean phrase back to me. Next in line to catch the fever is my sister who unwillingly admitted to liking Rain ( Korean singer) after watching Ninja Assassin. BUT, I have to admit too that his bod is incredibly ripped in that - I could just imagine my gay friends going gaga over him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Of course, if I blog about it, then, that means I've catch the fever too. Yes, I've fallen for a yellow monkey - well, technically he's half yellow monkey. I've blogged about him before; listed him as one of my 'Man Candy' of the week, but, now for the life of me I can't seem to remember where I've spotted him earlier on. Any who, his name is Daniel Henney, I'm sure all of you would have guessed it by now from my FB status - I just can't get enough of him just YET! &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He's a mix of British American and Korean. From the many websites I've read (YES, I've goggled him!), he can't speak a word of Korean! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/S0Vx-DehfrI/AAAAAAAAAg8/lbZ235d0kKo/s1600-h/daniel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 284px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/S0Vx-DehfrI/AAAAAAAAAg8/lbZ235d0kKo/s320/daniel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423866637136789170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That's aside. I'm urging you dudes and gals to watch his movie: 'Seducing Mr.Perfect'...catch it at YouTube, someone kind enough of sharing the movie to the world in 'parts'. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In my opinion...he is as close as to Mr.Perfect as it is...physically, I mean! His acting is good, speaks well (an understatement), well mannered, dressed smartly, and just all around perfecto!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Watch this and you'll have a giggle-mania!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ain't he's just luscious?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Makes me wanna sing 'Bad Romance' from Lady Gaga..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;'Rah-ah-ah-ah, Roma..ma..ma, Gaga..ohlala.., Want your bad romance!' &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/4981645959613756968-1475314574980119145?l=nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/feeds/1475314574980119145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2010/01/seducing-mr-perfect.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/1475314574980119145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/1475314574980119145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2010/01/seducing-mr-perfect.html' title='Seducing Mr. Perfect'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00885192937511472044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SVrbjuspYKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jy5y5AS_pAg/S220/P1010669.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/S0VxHT94aqI/AAAAAAAAAg0/z3nD8LEOm7w/s72-c/seduce.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981645959613756968.post-1244031608442163203</id><published>2010-01-05T17:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T18:31:02.451-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='`'/><title type='text'>The 'Uncle' Magnet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/S0P1oNA2JKI/AAAAAAAAAgs/MxzTziUtUWA/s1600-h/old.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 305px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/S0P1oNA2JKI/AAAAAAAAAgs/MxzTziUtUWA/s320/old.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423448447320990882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Geez, it would have been a completely carefree outing after a gruesome test/job interview, but the day just can't resist to be a little more annoying. Despite, chilling out at a gorgeous  'hideaway' - greenery sprawling as far as the eye can see ; totally picturesque,  a place somewhere owned by a 'datuk', I was surrounded by old men, nice and hospitable as some were, but one decided be an old hag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sleazy old atuk, I might add. Since the place is his, I just had to smile away at every 'suggestive' comment. Well, you see, I had my fair share of sleazy grandpas' and daddys' since I entered the university. This unwanted traits soon followed me in my professional years, somehow, the ones dubbed as the 'uncle' of the department would always be flirtatious towards me in particular -  you see, I'm not imagining things, my former peers even dubbed me as the 'uncle' magnet. And, of course, I've used this to my advantage in my university days -  A from most male lecturers! All these for a few smile and nods.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here are some examples of worst case scenarios:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Some old hag just woke up from his office, me and a friend happily working on our assignments, suddenly, he decided to park himself next to us, he yawns and moans, so, we asked him just to continue on sleeping, then, he said: 'It's not as nice without someone else to accompany me'. Me and my friend just looked at each other and burst out laughing! We were like..dream on, man!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Another slightly young hag but old enough to be my dad decided it's funny to say that his fish ate Viagra after I asked why is his catfish at an upright position? - Awkward!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;An 'uncle' of a department, but not as old as others, unmarried I might add, actually went the extra lengths to dress flashy and started to show his GOLD cards and flashy clothes after I just showed some a little attention on him. Then, started to asked me these personal questions and always aimed me in the classroom, and, to add fuel to the fire, I have annoying friends that would drift the poor fellow to think otherwise. They even tried to proof his affections, by doing a couple of experiments, and it concluded that the hypothesis are correct! But after my presentation of his 'generation' and they're characteristics (-BORING peeps!), he start to loose interest. Slightly. Finally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I once have a lecturer that wouldn't start a class until I set foot in it. And, mind you during that time I was always late ( thanks to the stupid bus system! ), but thankfully (I guess), it was a tough subject to score but I got an A due to outstanding arguements with the lecturer all the time. Teehee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Most recentlt, back to the beginning - about the sleazy-resort-owner-hag, old enough to be my grandfather. Though as hospitable as he was, he made some cheesy remarks that would make any girl cringed-and-puke (in that order). Frustating, I know. Sad even. He asked why am I and my friend are not wearing bikini to take a dip at the nearby river? Like duh, mind you, my friend is a total good girl that wears a scarf on daily basis, like she's going to wear a bikini anytime soon. And me? U're gonna blind if you see me in one. Nuff said! Then, when he invited us to go up to his house, he said that's ok, I can't rape you girls because there's a two of you. - What the heck!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And, when he's promoting the resort to us - asking us to bring up our friends there someday, he said for those who don't have any boyfriends, I can supply a 'blanket' - NO THANKS! After swimming at the river, and changing our clothes, he made a double whammy puke extravaganza: sitting at the patio and waiting for the rest to get ready to head back, the old man said, 'Thankfully, there's no guest around, if not people would think otherwise, Nadia has wet hair and just came out of a room'...I don't get it at first, like what's my wet hair got to do with it?? Then, I just smiled away. Then, I was walking towards the car, I walked pass him, and can't ignore, so, I just smiled, and he said: 'Sexy nyer!'...and as he walked behind me..he moans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;These are the times, how I wish I have a guy that would kick some old man asses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;These kind of things just make you asked: WHAT THE FISH!?&lt;/span&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/4981645959613756968-1244031608442163203?l=nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/feeds/1244031608442163203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2010/01/uncle-magnet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/1244031608442163203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/1244031608442163203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2010/01/uncle-magnet.html' title='The &apos;Uncle&apos; Magnet'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00885192937511472044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SVrbjuspYKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jy5y5AS_pAg/S220/P1010669.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/S0P1oNA2JKI/AAAAAAAAAgs/MxzTziUtUWA/s72-c/old.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981645959613756968.post-4991262849020812859</id><published>2009-12-11T05:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T05:59:36.039-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Foolish Smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A foolish smile/grin can come from anything like a bag, random hot guy at the mall, a good gossip, some unfortunate incident (looking back), an accomplishment or a silly joke, but mine usually came from music. And, most of those music came from cute musicians, whose music I adore even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well you see, I have this habit of waking up almost every hour in the wee of the nights, so, that's why I have a clock (no alarm clock needed!) with light switch, and my MP3 player on my nightstand. Sometimes, I would fell asleep listening to music, so, when I did wake up in the middle of the night, I have John Mayer or Jason Mraz in my ear to sing that 'lullaby'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far there are ONLY 4 musicians that made me have this somewhat daunting calmness which would eventually lead to a foolish grin on my face like a mad person. You folks might think, that I've lost my marbles...the thing is...I never had those marbles in the first place!! Haha! Oh, please, I bet there are times when u guys smiled all of the sudden while listening to music, reminiscing about the yesteryear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The first musician is Michael Buble' - 'Kissing a Fool'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/R3Y7R1qorZU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/R3Y7R1qorZU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The second; Jamie Cullum's 'What a Difference a Day Made'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Lhw-OK4Kfjs&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Lhw-OK4Kfjs&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third; Jason Mraz's music (If it's live..it's even better!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qKZQXnmbCxk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qKZQXnmbCxk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last one is music by Snow Patrol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nj3zdFzafIM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nj3zdFzafIM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, now you know....&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/4981645959613756968-4991262849020812859?l=nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/feeds/4991262849020812859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/12/foolish-smile.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/4991262849020812859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/4991262849020812859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/12/foolish-smile.html' title='Foolish Smile'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00885192937511472044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SVrbjuspYKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jy5y5AS_pAg/S220/P1010669.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981645959613756968.post-7626127801480303352</id><published>2009-10-22T02:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T03:38:21.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dude, my graduation was like awesome, man!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SuAte8b66wI/AAAAAAAAAgk/QI5ThUUzY3A/s1600-h/dad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 296px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SuAte8b66wI/AAAAAAAAAgk/QI5ThUUzY3A/s320/dad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395362363232414466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hahaha. I have never been more prouder to be a Mass Comm graduate than the actual day I've retired from it. Gosh, I think Mass Comm students are living in their own world or something, we cheered, laughed, teased at people's names (damn u, those guys behind me! rude but hilarious!), almost cried, and above all, we had tremendous FUN!  It has been the most liberating moment of my life.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yes, now we secured the reputation of being the loudest and cheerful bunch of them all in UiTM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Cool! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Congrats, y'all! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-388c829b0cbcaf33" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D388c829b0cbcaf33%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331141573%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7647DC653E27C27DF87D32E55876896B56A7765D.6E299FE53E53C8C03DB0C65296933694C3260E1D%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D388c829b0cbcaf33%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DAOTFCw1gSfPk3SQWoBSm-z6PA1U&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D388c829b0cbcaf33%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331141573%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7647DC653E27C27DF87D32E55876896B56A7765D.6E299FE53E53C8C03DB0C65296933694C3260E1D%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D388c829b0cbcaf33%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DAOTFCw1gSfPk3SQWoBSm-z6PA1U&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&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/4981645959613756968-7626127801480303352?l=nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/feeds/7626127801480303352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/10/dude-my-graduation-was-like-awesome-man.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/7626127801480303352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/7626127801480303352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/10/dude-my-graduation-was-like-awesome-man.html' title='Dude, my graduation was like awesome, man!!'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00885192937511472044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SVrbjuspYKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jy5y5AS_pAg/S220/P1010669.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SuAte8b66wI/AAAAAAAAAgk/QI5ThUUzY3A/s72-c/dad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981645959613756968.post-3676542753110053897</id><published>2009-09-27T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T07:27:28.581-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Must Watch: The September Issue</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/Sr92IoAJGyI/AAAAAAAAAgc/aJPj4yqUAtI/s1600-h/september_issue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 271px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/Sr92IoAJGyI/AAAAAAAAAgc/aJPj4yqUAtI/s400/september_issue.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386153569907448610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My..oh..my, Anna Wintour a.k.a 'Ice Queen', got to be the most decisive lady in the world of fashion. I've imagined she would be as cold, distant and irritating as Meryl Streep character in 'The Devil Wears Prada', turns out she's quite a witty lady, kinda like what my first impression of Victoria Beckham after seeing; 'Victoria Beckham: Coming to America', who also turns out to be quite amusing besides her awkwardness to be normal/common.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If you like fashion, which I happen to adore, then, this would be entertaining to you.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After watching this flick, I somehow wanted to be more like Grace; the Vogue's Fashion Director.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Her work is bizarre and profoundly creative.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Take a gander, if you can, although, if you're not a person who's into fashion magazines. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;P.S: Personally, I'm an 'In Style' magazine kinda girl. BUT, I adore Vogue's fashion spread most of the time anyway!&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/4981645959613756968-3676542753110053897?l=nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/feeds/3676542753110053897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/09/must-watch-september-issue.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/3676542753110053897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/3676542753110053897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/09/must-watch-september-issue.html' title='Must Watch: The September Issue'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00885192937511472044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SVrbjuspYKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jy5y5AS_pAg/S220/P1010669.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/Sr92IoAJGyI/AAAAAAAAAgc/aJPj4yqUAtI/s72-c/september_issue.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981645959613756968.post-2274834638494666442</id><published>2009-09-26T06:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T07:27:08.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Faboo List 24</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Man Candy: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/Sr4hXXB39DI/AAAAAAAAAgM/ZNEjAh6JjiA/s1600-h/jo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 292px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/Sr4hXXB39DI/AAAAAAAAAgM/ZNEjAh6JjiA/s400/jo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385778889584276530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Joseph Gordon-Levitt (Damn u '500 Days of Summer'!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/Sr4hW5qoS5I/AAAAAAAAAgE/x05rT-xieV0/s1600-h/matt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 362px; height: 388px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/Sr4hW5qoS5I/AAAAAAAAAgE/x05rT-xieV0/s400/matt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385778881702153106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Matthew Goode (Woody Allen's 'Match Point' &amp;amp; 'Watchmen')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fashion Fixations:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Printed t-shirts. Supposedly, it's the trend to wear animal graphic print tee now. But, since I can't find a nice one, I've bought a few vintage graphic tees. - None of it has animal on it. One even have a hamburger in the front. LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Necessary Extravagance:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good lunch. Sadly, only 'mamak' is available to me. Very poor nourished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vital Beauty:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Shorter hair length. Hate long hairs now. High maintainence. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wish List:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Travel  to Europe. Good-fulfilling lunch. Dwarf hamster (a pet I could hold). Leopard print MANGO tote bag. Marc by Marc Jacobs spring 09 bag. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;On &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Nightstand:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Still dreaming of 'Mr. &amp;amp; Mrs. Darcy'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Craving: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Popeye's Chicken mash potatoes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy I Bought:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tons of t-shirts - all under RM100.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dreaming of:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Admiring artworks at the Lourve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Moment:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Chit-chatting with my 'trainees' colleagues.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sad Moment:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Got left behind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Humming to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;'Please, please, please..let me get what I want' by The Smiths.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chuckling to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Watching 'The Ugly Truth'.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Can't Get Enough of:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Joseph Gordon-Levitt &amp;amp; Zooey Deschanel in '500 Days of Summer'. I lost count how many times I rewind to see their happy times and passionate arguments! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fave line: 'Well!..You're not the only one who got a say in this! I do too! And, I say we're a couple, god damn it!' And, the look on his face was priceless!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Addicted to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pure Double Chocolate@Coffee Bean's. - Newly discovered taste during Raya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Movie I've Watched Recently:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'500 Days of Summer' &amp;amp; 'The Ugly Truth'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Worst Movie I've Watched Recently:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;None.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4981645959613756968-2274834638494666442?l=nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/feeds/2274834638494666442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/09/faboo-list-24.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/2274834638494666442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/2274834638494666442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/09/faboo-list-24.html' title='Faboo List 24'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00885192937511472044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SVrbjuspYKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jy5y5AS_pAg/S220/P1010669.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/Sr4hXXB39DI/AAAAAAAAAgM/ZNEjAh6JjiA/s72-c/jo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981645959613756968.post-7338161840438798580</id><published>2009-09-25T17:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T06:33:18.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trendspotting Fall 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After much reading and flipping-through, I have compiled a list of what's HOT for Fall 09.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;ol&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/Sr1xU16TUbI/AAAAAAAAAek/cDMh3r2KxeQ/s1600-h/leopard_peep_300x400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/Sr1xU16TUbI/AAAAAAAAAek/cDMh3r2KxeQ/s320/leopard_peep_300x400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385585332287918514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Leopard print. - Don't go overboard with it, a hint to your outfit will do. Just enough to put that wild edge to your outfit.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/Sr1xVrfp-xI/AAAAAAAAAes/k_sX8SbUWjQ/s1600-h/balmain_03a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/Sr1xVrfp-xI/AAAAAAAAAes/k_sX8SbUWjQ/s320/balmain_03a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385585346671672082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Metallic. - Sequins and metallic is not only for night time anymore. Always do it with subtlety. Use with caution. You won't want to end up looking like a disco-ball. This trend will give u that uber-chic city girl look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/Sr10TciQy_I/AAAAAAAAAfE/GylRNUP0__k/s1600-h/VeraWang_Blk_Neckl_Ideeli.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/Sr10TciQy_I/AAAAAAAAAfE/GylRNUP0__k/s320/VeraWang_Blk_Neckl_Ideeli.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385588606831217650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bold Jewelry.  - Think oversize and over-the-top. But must keep the outfit at minimal tone. Try this season's 'Bib' necklace a'la Very Wang (above).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/Sr10TrouaVI/AAAAAAAAAfM/e32ndPOumlI/s1600-h/betty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/Sr10TrouaVI/AAAAAAAAAfM/e32ndPOumlI/s320/betty.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385588610884856146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Contradicting Print.  - I've seen the first lady of America incorporating this in her day wardrobe. And, I'm loving it. Suddenly, Betty Suarez is a fashion icon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/Sr11el860kI/AAAAAAAAAfU/_nbacIjtVCI/s1600-h/Sienna_Keira_laceup_booties.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 262px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/Sr11el860kI/AAAAAAAAAfU/_nbacIjtVCI/s320/Sienna_Keira_laceup_booties.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385589897849131586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Booties. - Yes, I'm loving this. But, given that most days in Malaysia is scorching hot. I'll have to pass it. Nonetheless, I love the edgy and downtown feel it contributes to the wardrobe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/Sr4XwHC0R5I/AAAAAAAAAfk/Q8BOkob1-fY/s1600-h/miu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/Sr4XwHC0R5I/AAAAAAAAAfk/Q8BOkob1-fY/s320/miu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385768319673714578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hardware. - Let it be on your clothes or accessories. But, don't over do it. Or else you'll be looking like a tragic country singer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/Sr11fGoEs-I/AAAAAAAAAfc/NDTghJUUotw/s1600-h/balmain-fall-2009-blazer-skinny-pants.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/Sr11fGoEs-I/AAAAAAAAAfc/NDTghJUUotw/s320/balmain-fall-2009-blazer-skinny-pants.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385589906620068834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Accentuated Shoulders. - Yes, inspired by the Jetsons craze. It's also a modern twist to the massive shoulder pads of the 80's. It gives you a certain depth and structure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/Sr4Xxd6l5LI/AAAAAAAAAf8/dai7XeaVzjE/s1600-h/blog_rm_mad_men_fashion_line.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 208px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/Sr4Xxd6l5LI/AAAAAAAAAf8/dai7XeaVzjE/s320/blog_rm_mad_men_fashion_line.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385768342993102002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;50's Vibe. - Thanks to the success of 'MadMen' series, they're bringing 50's dapper, suave, prim, sleek, curves and above all, sexiness to the 21st Century. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/Sr4XwsRJL1I/AAAAAAAAAfs/NuDfFMKGKd0/s1600-h/VictoriaBeckham2WI_468x767.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 195px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/Sr4XwsRJL1I/AAAAAAAAAfs/NuDfFMKGKd0/s320/VictoriaBeckham2WI_468x767.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385768329665916754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;English Country. - Think earth tones. It's a sure shot for Fall season. Think plaids, tweeds, knits, leather and turtlenecks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/Sr4XxDgeiDI/AAAAAAAAAf0/7qI_u1Y2Q88/s1600-h/julianne-moore-300x400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/Sr4XxDgeiDI/AAAAAAAAAf0/7qI_u1Y2Q88/s320/julianne-moore-300x400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385768335904245810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Jewel Tones. - Jade, Sapphires, and Emeralds tones. Diamonds are not only a girl's best friend anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4981645959613756968-7338161840438798580?l=nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/feeds/7338161840438798580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/09/trendspotting-fall-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/7338161840438798580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/7338161840438798580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/09/trendspotting-fall-2009.html' title='Trendspotting Fall 2009'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00885192937511472044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SVrbjuspYKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jy5y5AS_pAg/S220/P1010669.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/Sr1xU16TUbI/AAAAAAAAAek/cDMh3r2KxeQ/s72-c/leopard_peep_300x400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981645959613756968.post-8181775269470926602</id><published>2009-09-25T17:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T17:57:49.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Must Watch: 500 Days of Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/Sr1m6nidYJI/AAAAAAAAAec/zejufI0L8T4/s1600-h/500daysposter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/Sr1m6nidYJI/AAAAAAAAAec/zejufI0L8T4/s400/500daysposter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385573886636941458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;First impression after watching the trailer: interesting, but probably just another Indie lovey-drama. While watching the movie: giggling-to-hysterically laughing, smiling-to-a fool's grin, questionable squints-to-OMG eye-opener, singing happily-to-melting hearty, and, from heart ache-to-loving it. Aftermath: Numb with flying hormonal emotions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's a rotating journey of a bunch of raw emotions of two different people in love played by the outstanding and great actor (I've just realized!); Joseph Gordon Levitt and Indie darling, whom I dearly love for her wit, style and characters she plays; Zoey Deschanel. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think my generation have ever seen a movie like this. So, have a look. Fell right into it. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;500 Days of Summer opens in Malaysia on the 1st of October 09. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WARNING: This is not a love story. This is a story about love.&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/4981645959613756968-8181775269470926602?l=nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/feeds/8181775269470926602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/09/must-watch-500-days-of-summer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/8181775269470926602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/8181775269470926602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/09/must-watch-500-days-of-summer.html' title='Must Watch: 500 Days of Summer'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00885192937511472044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SVrbjuspYKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jy5y5AS_pAg/S220/P1010669.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/Sr1m6nidYJI/AAAAAAAAAec/zejufI0L8T4/s72-c/500daysposter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981645959613756968.post-809388676368625442</id><published>2009-09-23T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T06:31:46.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Solitary</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Don't pay any mind if my next words doesn't make any sense at all. Nothing is, right now.  I am simply writing with a disturbed emotion that truthfully, what personal blogs are made for. Mindless words. Temporary insanity. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Solitary is what I cherish every now and then. But, no human should endure or even entertain the feeling of loneliness that is desperately seeks the end. Then again, PITY is not really a welcoming or bearable gesture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling childish, with a child's mind, but a heart too sorrow for a young child to care. Exhale deep breaths just to pump blood to a dark heart and even darker mind. My mask has become my shield, my shield has become my wall, finally, my wall has become my fortress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could be surrounded with thousands of people, but not a single soul would be recognized and they of yours. Seeks the light in the dark. Dream of home in a home. To belong not for your belongings, but for a superior enlightenment. It's a never ending quest for unsatisfactory end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a solitary life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4981645959613756968-809388676368625442?l=nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/feeds/809388676368625442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/09/solitary.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/809388676368625442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/809388676368625442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/09/solitary.html' title='Solitary'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00885192937511472044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SVrbjuspYKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jy5y5AS_pAg/S220/P1010669.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981645959613756968.post-176420592850289867</id><published>2009-09-22T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T08:48:29.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Faboo List 23</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SrjxwYw6d0I/AAAAAAAAAeU/UPL_qMEOywA/s1600-h/max.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SrjxwYw6d0I/AAAAAAAAAeU/UPL_qMEOywA/s320/max.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384319168105051970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Man Candy: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;Max Thieriot &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fashion Fixations:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Denim shirts and leopard prints accessories. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Necessary Extravagance:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hot pink nails!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vital Beauty:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tiny hair clip for my relaxed hair look.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wish List:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Travel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;On &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Nightstand:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mr. &amp;amp; Mrs. Darcy. Two Shall Be One. (I know, I'm nuts over anything Mr.Darcy!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Craving: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Char Kueh Teow&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy I Bought:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Great wedge shoe from Charles and Keith. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dreaming of:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Jetting off to Europe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Moment:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Being together with my loved ones during Raya!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sad Moment:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My family leaving me for Stockholm! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Humming to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;'Revelry' by Kings of Leon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chuckling to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;While reading 'Mr. &amp;amp; Mrs. Darcy'. This book is keeping me up at night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Can't Get Enough of:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Coffee Bean's Ice Blended 'Pure Double Chocolate' &amp;amp; Kings of Leon new album.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Addicted to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hair accessories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Movie I've Watched Recently:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Drag Me To Hell' &amp;amp; 'The Girlfriend Experience'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Worst Movie I've Watched Recently:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;'Sinar Cahaya'. Just another sad Raya drama. But, Aziz M. Osman played a druggie very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4981645959613756968-176420592850289867?l=nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/feeds/176420592850289867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/09/faboo-list-23.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/176420592850289867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/176420592850289867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/09/faboo-list-23.html' title='Faboo List 23'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00885192937511472044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SVrbjuspYKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jy5y5AS_pAg/S220/P1010669.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SrjxwYw6d0I/AAAAAAAAAeU/UPL_qMEOywA/s72-c/max.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981645959613756968.post-4048782797783169772</id><published>2009-09-22T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T08:30:58.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eid ul-Fitr 2009</title><content type='html'>Well...today is like the 3rd day of Raya, and luckily for me, this year - we got one extra public holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time around, the celebration is kinda of mellow, unlike last year's havoc but happening spirit. 2nd time around, me father tagged along with us to Malacca this year (happy!), but he seemed like he can't wait to get back to Miri to the other half (sad!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, this year, I skipped one tradition. Being my family is not a conventional or stereotypical family, our tradition includes a late night trip to Starbucks/Coffee Bean's OR any kopitiam will do (usually, without wives and kids tagging along). Safe to say, I'm all perk up with caffeine and packed thousands of calories with frappacinos and ice-blended-s usually around this time, BUT unfortunately, I didn't joined them this year, because I've already had my blended chocolate previously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One tradition I'll soon to follow is Raya prayers. I've never attend morning Raya prayers before, so this year, my mum drag me along. It was a lovely experience. I've always find it very moving and haunting when all the Muslims said, 'Amen' together during the prayer. I'm glad I did this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo ops during Raya morning are usually the best part of any Raya besides balik kampung, of course! There's like 5 families living in one house. So, just imagine how scattering the kiddies and the adults were. FUN! Here's a picture of my lovely family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/Srjrx3HKzII/AAAAAAAAAeM/YvTOcs9RO-o/s1600-h/raya.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/Srjrx3HKzII/AAAAAAAAAeM/YvTOcs9RO-o/s320/raya.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384312596361563266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raya 2009, filled with togetherness, cute kiddies, love, desire to have family of your own, day dreaming,  pure double chocolate Coffee Bean's ice-blended, tears, inside jokes, heart-to-heart talks, crappy-sappy Raya dramas, loneliness, gratitude and FOOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope u enjoyed your Raya with your loved ones! Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4981645959613756968-4048782797783169772?l=nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/feeds/4048782797783169772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/09/eid-ul-fitr-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/4048782797783169772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/4048782797783169772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/09/eid-ul-fitr-2009.html' title='Eid ul-Fitr 2009'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00885192937511472044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SVrbjuspYKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jy5y5AS_pAg/S220/P1010669.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/Srjrx3HKzII/AAAAAAAAAeM/YvTOcs9RO-o/s72-c/raya.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981645959613756968.post-637684997482697551</id><published>2009-09-12T05:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T05:56:03.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Faboo List 22</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SquZ2y9l8iI/AAAAAAAAAd0/CP8xKnqnh0s/s1600-h/caleb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 273px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SquZ2y9l8iI/AAAAAAAAAd0/CP8xKnqnh0s/s320/caleb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380563346496287266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Man Candy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Caleb Followill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; (Kings of Leon)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SquZ3F5iCXI/AAAAAAAAAd8/SYaEE5dsky4/s1600-h/MARC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SquZ3F5iCXI/AAAAAAAAAd8/SYaEE5dsky4/s320/MARC.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380563351579527538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Fashion Fixations:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nude and tan colored shoes. Preferably, platforms and wedges. And, leopard prints and Marc and Marc Jacobs fall 09!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Necessary Extravagance:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;L'Oreal Curling hair mousse. Still have teeny-weeny patience to take care of my curly locks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vital Beauty:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Comfortable heels. A must for work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SquZ3r3Yi7I/AAAAAAAAAeE/PzzyBr9OOfA/s1600-h/marcbag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SquZ3r3Yi7I/AAAAAAAAAeE/PzzyBr9OOfA/s320/marcbag.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380563361771064242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Wish List:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;PARIS! PARIS! PARIS! and MARC by Marc Jacobs spring bag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;On &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Nightstand:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;'Me and Mr.Darcy'. I'm a sucker for anything Mr.Darcy!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Craving: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Good sushi!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy I Bought:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Curling and voluminous mousse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dreaming of:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Working for an actual international fashion house.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bernard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Arnault call me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Moment:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fooling around with my colleagues.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sad Moment:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The waiter @Manhattan Fish Market accidentally mix-up my reservation with another couple for breaking fast, at the same time the couple just parked themselves at my table with a snob face (I was all alone at the time). After resolving the problem, the waiter didn't even apologizes, instead asked me, who put me there - finding someone to blame for their own fault.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;At the end, I'm hungry and bitchy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Humming to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;'I'm a lady' by Santogold and 'The Promise' by Girls Aloud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chuckling to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;While watching the movie 'Up'.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That boy is too cute! I wanna cuddle!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Can't Get Enough of:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ice-blended Frappacino.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Addicted to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hairbands. The ones with elaborate flowers and embellishments. And, Lady Gaga's music!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Movie I've Watched Recently:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Up'. I've cried twice watching that movie. A total sucker for senior citizen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Worst Movie I've Watched Recently:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;'District 9'. The graphics were kinda bad. I didn't finished watching it - fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4981645959613756968-637684997482697551?l=nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/feeds/637684997482697551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/09/faboo-list-22.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/637684997482697551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/637684997482697551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/09/faboo-list-22.html' title='Faboo List 22'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00885192937511472044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SVrbjuspYKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jy5y5AS_pAg/S220/P1010669.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SquZ2y9l8iI/AAAAAAAAAd0/CP8xKnqnh0s/s72-c/caleb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981645959613756968.post-2067225391374120102</id><published>2009-09-12T04:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T05:02:58.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Old But Not Very Wise</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SquN4WXgI-I/AAAAAAAAAds/iSn90wo3HMA/s1600-h/old.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 190px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SquN4WXgI-I/AAAAAAAAAds/iSn90wo3HMA/s320/old.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380550179040535522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gosh. I've been working since this year started. And, I'm feeling like an older person. Time is passing on too fast or am I too slow to keep up with it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I felt like I have to grow up for the sake of growing up. I just applied for my EPF, paid my Zakat Fitrah for ramadhan month, talking about SOCSO and insurance, paid/unpaid leave and savings accounts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Begibees! This is freaking me out. I feel so old, but not very wise. Next thing I know, I'll be discussing about home loans and bank cheques!&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/4981645959613756968-2067225391374120102?l=nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/feeds/2067225391374120102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/09/old-but-not-very-wise.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/2067225391374120102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/2067225391374120102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/09/old-but-not-very-wise.html' title='Old But Not Very Wise'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00885192937511472044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SVrbjuspYKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jy5y5AS_pAg/S220/P1010669.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SquN4WXgI-I/AAAAAAAAAds/iSn90wo3HMA/s72-c/old.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981645959613756968.post-9217940212295971137</id><published>2009-09-08T05:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T06:38:28.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Faboo List 21</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SqZdk6rK40I/AAAAAAAAAdc/7k3L17dN20g/s1600-h/DSC07719.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SqZdk6rK40I/AAAAAAAAAdc/7k3L17dN20g/s320/DSC07719.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379089693747635010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Man Candy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tom Meighan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(Kasabian's frontman)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SqZeI32kzBI/AAAAAAAAAdk/9kLeY4og1SQ/s1600-h/Ryan%2BTedder%2BRyan%2B%2BSundance%2B2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SqZeI32kzBI/AAAAAAAAAdk/9kLeY4og1SQ/s320/Ryan%2BTedder%2BRyan%2B%2BSundance%2B2008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379090311465454610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ryan Tedder (One Republic's vocalist)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fashion Fixations:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Boho inspired flowy tops and flowers on hairbands from Forever 21&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Necessary Extravagance:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My Charles &amp;amp; Keith's moss green faux python document bag. It's heavy with my junks, but it's essential for work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vital Beauty:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Clean &amp;amp; Clear face oil blotter sheets. More than 8 hours of wearing make-up, makes my face extra oily, especially during lunch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Wish List:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To be young and carefree in Paris with some hunky guy (and family!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;On &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Nightstand:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;'How to just about anything' book (gift from my big brother)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Craving: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Deep dish pizza. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy I Bought:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Clean and Clear face oil blotter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dreaming of:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Quitting my day job and travel around Europe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Moment:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ig family breaking fast feast. So many food, so tiny tummy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sad Moment:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Finding out Mr.A. Skarsgard is rumored to be dating Miss. Evan Rachel Wood. My heart sings of agony. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humming to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;'Come Home' by One Republic. It makes my tiny heart shed a tear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chuckling to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My sister losing her mind over a vicious rumor.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Can't Get Enough of:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Alexander Skarsgard - he's my top YouTube search this week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Addicted to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Japanese ice-creams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Movie I've Watched Recently:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't watch any movies last week.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Was out and about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Worst Movie I've Watched Recently:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;None.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4981645959613756968-9217940212295971137?l=nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/feeds/9217940212295971137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/09/faboo-list-21.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/9217940212295971137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/9217940212295971137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/09/faboo-list-21.html' title='Faboo List 21'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00885192937511472044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SVrbjuspYKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jy5y5AS_pAg/S220/P1010669.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SqZdk6rK40I/AAAAAAAAAdc/7k3L17dN20g/s72-c/DSC07719.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981645959613756968.post-4653089863080293300</id><published>2009-09-04T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T05:48:41.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Work in Progress</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My sister have been asking me a few times how I felt prior to my first day on the job. Truthfully, I was expected to feel lazy as a bum or anxious or scared to things I can't expect, instead, I was feeling like I just want to get this phase in my life over and running - and yes, feeling a bit numb; no excitement, no worries. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The first week consist of days and hours of trainings. Just like during the Uni orientation days, we are bound to develop a bond with the peeps that shared the same experience with us that time. So, yes, I find a friend in all the 7 boys and girls of the management trainees. So far, we all are seeing eye to eye and everyone have something different to offer on the table -  my forte' would be designing and creative work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;On the first day which was a bit boring - we had all the important employees/company details that seemed too boring and too important to remember. And, just after a day getting to know each other, we drove off to Malacca for another training session the next day. Before you know it, we are already sleeping under one roof after 24 hours of knowing each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I was worried on the activities that they would ask us to do - physical activities since there are only the 2 of us that are fasting. So, I WAS dreading to go on the trip. And all of them were playing devils asking us to break fast early. Funny. How convenient. But, of course, both of us didn't obliged. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Turns out the physical stuff, ain't so difficult. First, there was the spider-web, which each member have to go through a small hole without even contacting the stings/webs..tough - oh, yes. But, fun. Then, the next one was getting us into the pool. The plunging session. Each member have to climb up a chair and plunged into the pool - back first,  while other team members catches them. Thank God for the water in the pool, if not I would surely plunged into the ground, because I accidentally bended my knees, which made my fall slightly crooked. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip consist of a lot of sharing, trusting, survival, planning, and team support thingies. Don't mind the trainer - the trainees had a lot of fun. Plus, we got back home way early like 3pm. Relax!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;All in all, this week, consist of many group activities. The lecturers are informative but boring, just like any other. But, the activities was super fun. Though I find some of the people who worked here are a bit lost, and it seemed like they are not well known about other cultures - meaning they are not open enough. I guess working in family business where most of the high ranks people are from the family, and 80-90% of the people working at the HQ are Chinese, they seemed to live in a cocoon. Diversity makes great ideas flow and adapt more. Maybe, it's just me expecting too much again, I was fortunate enough to have work experience where my colleagues are diversified, and when I'm the only Bidayuh/Malay in the bunch, they seemed to have equipped knowledge of other races too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love diversity. Only time will tell.&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/4981645959613756968-4653089863080293300?l=nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/feeds/4653089863080293300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/09/work-in-progress.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/4653089863080293300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/4653089863080293300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/09/work-in-progress.html' title='Work in Progress'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00885192937511472044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SVrbjuspYKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jy5y5AS_pAg/S220/P1010669.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981645959613756968.post-3370566397756080798</id><published>2009-08-26T02:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T02:39:59.598-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Faboo List 20</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Man Candy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SpUCOIEAGRI/AAAAAAAAAdU/Vk-GPOen2Qs/s1600-h/Nick-Baker+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 183px; height: 244px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SpUCOIEAGRI/AAAAAAAAAdU/Vk-GPOen2Qs/s320/Nick-Baker+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374204172042246418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nick Baker of Weird Creatures@Animal Planet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SpUCNalI5cI/AAAAAAAAAdE/MWvZWYE-7zQ/s1600-h/daniel_henney.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SpUCNalI5cI/AAAAAAAAAdE/MWvZWYE-7zQ/s320/daniel_henney.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374204159833204162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Daniel Henney (Seen in X-Men: Origins)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SpUCNrd_PGI/AAAAAAAAAdM/yRPiIO4GISk/s1600-h/eric_bana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SpUCNrd_PGI/AAAAAAAAAdM/yRPiIO4GISk/s320/eric_bana.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374204164366613602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eric Bana...like duh?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fashion Fixations:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Country trend...by 'country' I meant lush European countryside (not American cowboy) - plaid prints&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, suede, tweed, leather boots, and long strap leather handbag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Necessary Extravagance:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My heavy hybrid of Marc Jacobs+Chanel bag from Charles &amp;amp; Keith. (A b'day gift from my sister and kid brother)&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Temporarily in love with it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vital Beauty:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Taming my wild wavy hair - some days, it gets uncontrollable!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Wish List:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To be in a lush green countryside somewhere in Europe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;On &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Nightstand:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Periplus' German phrasebook.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Craving: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A good well-done sirloin beef steak with mushroom sauce and green salad with roast potato.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy I Bought:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sailor inspired high waisted linen pants from Marks &amp;amp; Spencer, red stripes Zara top and another blue fighting fish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dreaming of:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Still swooning over A.Skarsgard - to have a country home in Swedish countryside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Moment:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Talking with friends until the shops almost closes during my b'day dinner. Thanks Huda, Jaja, Sue, Baya and Imran! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sad Moment:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Arguing with my....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humming to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;'21 Guns' from Green Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chuckling to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;'Funny People'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Can't Get Enough of:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Meat and True Blood series- it's addictive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Addicted to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anna Wintour's fashion sense/judgment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Movie I've Watched Recently:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny People....lots of funny people, including hot-hunky (never thought I'd say this..) Australian - Eric Bana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Worst Movie I've Watched Recently:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Beerfest...the title says it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4981645959613756968-3370566397756080798?l=nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/feeds/3370566397756080798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/08/faboo-list-20.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/3370566397756080798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/3370566397756080798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/08/faboo-list-20.html' title='Faboo List 20'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00885192937511472044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SVrbjuspYKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jy5y5AS_pAg/S220/P1010669.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SpUCOIEAGRI/AAAAAAAAAdU/Vk-GPOen2Qs/s72-c/Nick-Baker+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981645959613756968.post-5334706822366974314</id><published>2009-08-25T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T20:12:24.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Apparently, I'm Gonna Cheat On My Husband!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SpSn7HIgptI/AAAAAAAAAck/7LM8Pk_V4Sw/s1600-h/cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 358px; height: 377px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SpSn7HIgptI/AAAAAAAAAck/7LM8Pk_V4Sw/s400/cake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374104889328707282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Don't be alarm, I'm not anyone Mrs. - yet! Just that my friend showed me something interesting by reading my palm last week - and, apparently, I'm gonna cheat on my husband at least once. She read that my beloved won't be that damn good looking, so, he's an OK looking, guy - I'd presumed. No wonder I'll cheat on him. Hehe. Ish - what kind of wife would I be? - supporting infidelity. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And, last night, my sister and I was experimenting with palm readings - by looking at the side lines below your pinky finger, it will state how many romances or marriages you'll have. Supposedly, the deeper the line, the deeper the relationship or marriage. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my amazement, I'll be having 2 serious relationship, and the second one will lead to marriage but I'll cheat on my husband once and, I would only have one kid or none at all - again, no wonder I cheat - no collateral damage. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just do this for s**t and giggles. Because at the end of the day, the person upstairs determine our fate -  we just make it. &lt;/span&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/4981645959613756968-5334706822366974314?l=nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/feeds/5334706822366974314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/08/apparently-im-gonna-cheat-on-my-husband.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/5334706822366974314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/5334706822366974314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/08/apparently-im-gonna-cheat-on-my-husband.html' title='Apparently, I&apos;m Gonna Cheat On My Husband!'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00885192937511472044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SVrbjuspYKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jy5y5AS_pAg/S220/P1010669.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SpSn7HIgptI/AAAAAAAAAck/7LM8Pk_V4Sw/s72-c/cake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981645959613756968.post-8136704881030666481</id><published>2009-08-25T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T19:43:30.175-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nut-so Jason.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VhZtvHWBnbA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VhZtvHWBnbA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I could survive a raw diet, I love meat too much. I'd probably be like his assistant - smuggling McD's Chicken McDeluxe all the time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Exactly why I adore this fella more. His wittiness. He's a nut. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4981645959613756968-8136704881030666481?l=nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/feeds/8136704881030666481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/08/nut-so-jason.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/8136704881030666481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/8136704881030666481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/08/nut-so-jason.html' title='Nut-so Jason.'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00885192937511472044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SVrbjuspYKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jy5y5AS_pAg/S220/P1010669.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981645959613756968.post-4168772286917769560</id><published>2009-08-24T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T20:08:58.419-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY B'DAY ALEX!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SpNVmsk56gI/AAAAAAAAAcc/573_7tjWJ6A/s1600-h/alex.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 291px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SpNVmsk56gI/AAAAAAAAAcc/573_7tjWJ6A/s400/alex.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373732903672474114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday to Alex! Happy birthday to you!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Alexander Skarsgard a.k.a  current man candy is celebrating his 33rd birthday today on 25th August - 2 days after mine!! Haha! This makes him a Virgo! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Let's see what Zodiac signs have to say about Virgo men: &lt;/span&gt; &lt;ol style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;He's practical - no BS fairies/sentimental here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have to wait long time to make him commit into a relationship.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not a romantic by nature.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Extremely dedicated to his friends and families.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Strong sense of work and duty.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Awkward during display of emotions - may turn him cold and distant or he would just run away.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Loyal, caring and very responsible.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Treat Virgo men like a 'dry cleaning' only - subtle sensuality, intelligence, and interesting disposition is what he need.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Doesn't run after girls or romance.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Doesn't mind being single but have the ability to seduce while being subtle.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not flirtatious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Selective, honest and sensitive to the point he doesn't bother with all the crap for a relationship.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;His love is pure, clean and innocent - takes time to earn it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;His cautious about everything - so, he doesn't fall in love in first sight.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wants honest and genuine relationships - hates dishonesty even for a bit.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Never         consciously looks for a mate. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;His love may take time but it's worth the wait -  you will never again feel unloved or         uncared for, in your entire life. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;His love will burn for you with a         steady flame, which will never flicker even for a minute.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;As a husband - he'd be totally sincere, patient, dependable and         forever loving.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not at all prone to         wandering - SO, you will never ever have to keep an eye on him.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Has a sharp memory - comes handy during birthdays and anniversaries.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not too         jealous, but they are possessive in the extreme - very loyal and         will expect the same from you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Very responsible father and will help sharpen the         intellect of the children.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;OMG! this somehow kinda a description about me!? Any-who! If this is really Alex - he's so much sexier now!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Damn u!&lt;/span&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/4981645959613756968-4168772286917769560?l=nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/feeds/4168772286917769560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-bday-alex.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/4168772286917769560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/4168772286917769560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-bday-alex.html' title='HAPPY B&apos;DAY ALEX!'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00885192937511472044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SVrbjuspYKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jy5y5AS_pAg/S220/P1010669.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SpNVmsk56gI/AAAAAAAAAcc/573_7tjWJ6A/s72-c/alex.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981645959613756968.post-5338172805539915296</id><published>2009-08-24T01:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T19:07:38.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Girls Fancies Taller Guys?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SpNGdRSG5AI/AAAAAAAAAcU/P2KZS14sViE/s1600-h/ASHugeFullHeight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SpNGdRSG5AI/AAAAAAAAAcU/P2KZS14sViE/s400/ASHugeFullHeight.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373716249052636162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Let's see, I've studied psychology during my degree days, so, my assumption why I and some of my girl friends fancies or shall I say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;prefer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; tall or taller (than us!) guys because they're more sexier and the height sort of portray a sense of security and safety, that we all long since we know we have a father. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, turns out based on a research by Professor Robin Dunbar from the School of Biological Sciences at the University of Liverpool, UK., height is a cue for genetic quality. Supposedly, we girls subconsciously wishes for taller mate so he could protect (again, safety) us and our children, despite the obvious reason that women fancies taller guys because they are sexier which suggested good genes and wealthy background (social environment experience) than average height men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Height also determined the kind of resources the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;taller&lt;/span&gt; husband would contribute into the relationship and the survival chances of the kiddies. These comes to show that human behavior is driven by evolutionary processes. But, these research doesn't mean that all women out there will go for taller guys, I know a friend of mine with a soon-to-be fiance' who is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;height challenge - &lt;/span&gt;even to me, who is only 5'4'. BUT, keep in mind that relationships is a complex thing, so height is only ONE of the factor...plus, there's a local proverb saying that women with shorter (height) spouses will have a bundle of good luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4981645959613756968-5338172805539915296?l=nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/feeds/5338172805539915296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/08/why-girls-fancies-taller-guys.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/5338172805539915296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/5338172805539915296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/08/why-girls-fancies-taller-guys.html' title='Why Girls Fancies Taller Guys?'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00885192937511472044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SVrbjuspYKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jy5y5AS_pAg/S220/P1010669.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SpNGdRSG5AI/AAAAAAAAAcU/P2KZS14sViE/s72-c/ASHugeFullHeight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981645959613756968.post-3504337759080077006</id><published>2009-08-20T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T21:55:11.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Official!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/So4ol4DfQjI/AAAAAAAAAcE/j4IZ9BxZnNQ/s1600-h/jump_for_joy_14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 204px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/So4ol4DfQjI/AAAAAAAAAcE/j4IZ9BxZnNQ/s320/jump_for_joy_14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372276036666868274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Y'know when you were younger, you have all these kind of dreams and ambitions that are seemed limitless and far fetched at times. And, gradually on time, you soon forget about it and drifted a part from your dreamer's path. Well, when I was younger, I wrote a wish list which is a set of goals of my ultimates, I don't write them often, I only enlisted those that I know would bring such joy into my life - nothing like a temporary happiness. It's a list of  not only materialistic stuff but things I need to do to be happy long term like love, family and spirituality. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And, one of the wish is to work in fashion. Don't get me wrong, I love advertising, but I live for fashion. So, today on 20th August 2009, I've made it official to work at a major fashion apparel company. I won't say I'm ecstatic about it, but nonetheless happy in a weird way. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I guess if this doesn't work out - its advertising industry for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Three Cheers for Me: Hip-hip-hooray!!&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/4981645959613756968-3504337759080077006?l=nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/feeds/3504337759080077006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-official.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/3504337759080077006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/3504337759080077006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-official.html' title='It&apos;s Official!'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00885192937511472044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SVrbjuspYKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jy5y5AS_pAg/S220/P1010669.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/So4ol4DfQjI/AAAAAAAAAcE/j4IZ9BxZnNQ/s72-c/jump_for_joy_14.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981645959613756968.post-3132292838616737713</id><published>2009-08-20T01:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T01:57:24.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Faboo List 19</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/So0O-j1GAzI/AAAAAAAAAbw/MlMXKT9oMis/s1600-h/jon_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 243px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/So0O-j1GAzI/AAAAAAAAAbw/MlMXKT9oMis/s320/jon_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371966398455481138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Man Candy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Jon Hamm (from Mad Men - rumored this tv show is inspired by Ted Bates agency)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fashion Fixations:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wavy hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Necessary Extravagance:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My new wavy hair, it put so much time to control it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vital Beauty:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Taming my wild wavy hair - some days, it gets uncontrollable!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Wish List:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Confidence and a peace of mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;On &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Nightstand:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Harry Potter &amp;amp; The Deathly Hollows &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Craving: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ice-Blended Chocolate Cream Chip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;@Starbucks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy I Bought:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;L'Oreal Studio Curling Cream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dreaming of:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Walking hand in hand at the park with Mr. A. Skarsgard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Moment:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Got a job in apparel industry and finally, got my FAM kueh teow that I've been craving!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sad Moment:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Annoyed at myself after the job interview - but somehow I got the job. Yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Humming to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="padding-left: 0px; display: none;" ontop="true"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/spyyKkOK20I&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/spyyKkOK20I&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;'Better The Devil You Know' by Kylie Minogue. (feeling 80's)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chuckling to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Watching Eurotrip!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Can't Get Enough of:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;TrueBlood - the ending of every episode ALWAYS leave you wanting more!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Addicted to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;TrueBlood!! Alexander Skarsgard super hot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Best Movie I've Watched Recently:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div style="padding-left: 0px; display: none;" ontop="true"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SeoX8MZd81E&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SeoX8MZd81E&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eurotrip (watch and laugh ur ass off)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Worst Movie I've Watched Recently:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's not a movie, but there is this local tv series that offer the same mind boggling drama, i dont even remember the title!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4981645959613756968-3132292838616737713?l=nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/feeds/3132292838616737713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/08/faboo-list-19.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/3132292838616737713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/3132292838616737713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/08/faboo-list-19.html' title='Faboo List 19'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00885192937511472044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SVrbjuspYKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jy5y5AS_pAg/S220/P1010669.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/So0O-j1GAzI/AAAAAAAAAbw/MlMXKT9oMis/s72-c/jon_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981645959613756968.post-5913090728396932341</id><published>2009-08-19T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T20:54:02.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vanessa Hudgens Should Be Afraid</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's all over the internet and the telly that Miss Baby-V is at it again of showing her bits in front of the camera! This girl sure doesn't learn her lesson during the first time - such an exhibitionist, SOMEONE PLEASE GIVE HER A NUDE SCENE IN A MOVIE! Maybe this video posted on Break.com of this horny Asian kid would give the wake-up call she need:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="464" height="295" alt="Kid Discovers Vanessa Hudgens Nude Pics Funny Videos"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.break.com/1010091"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.break.com/1010091" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" width="464" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.break.com/index/kid-discovers-vanessa-hudgens-nude-pics.html"&gt;Kid Discovers Vanessa Hudgens Nude Pics&lt;/a&gt; - Watch more &lt;a href="http://www.break.com/"&gt;Funny Videos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4981645959613756968-5913090728396932341?l=nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/feeds/5913090728396932341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/08/vanessa-hudgens-should-be-afraid.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/5913090728396932341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/5913090728396932341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/08/vanessa-hudgens-should-be-afraid.html' title='Vanessa Hudgens Should Be Afraid'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00885192937511472044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SVrbjuspYKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jy5y5AS_pAg/S220/P1010669.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981645959613756968.post-8355941601381195165</id><published>2009-08-18T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T19:37:58.331-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bra Free Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SotlTrJVjBI/AAAAAAAAAbo/LEDek017o64/s1600-h/bra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SotlTrJVjBI/AAAAAAAAAbo/LEDek017o64/s320/bra.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371498369243253778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;This issue kinda mind boggled me a bit. First, I thought it's better for u to wear bra because it gives you support instead of the gravity pulls ur 'twins' down when going bra-less. So, it looses it's elasticity and shape, making it looked sagging - YUCKS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;Now, my mother blasted an email with a fact that the entire cancer group wore bras over 12 hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;This is only subjected to tight bra...that's why taking ur bust measurements is important. Note, when the excess skin is bulging under the armpit - that means your bra is too tight.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span id="obmessage"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a woman wears a tight bra, she subjects her breasts to pressure, closing off the lymphatic pathway from the breast to the nodes.  This causes fluid built-up swelling, tenderness and cyst formation. Toxins must be flushed out via the lymphatic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, if you're suffering fibrocystic, its best for u to go bra-less for 10 days or 2 weeks. To create awareness, Malaysian Women Welfare Org declares Sundays as 'Bra Free Day' - I can hear all the men are cheering! &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/4981645959613756968-8355941601381195165?l=nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/feeds/8355941601381195165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/08/bra-free-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/8355941601381195165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/8355941601381195165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/08/bra-free-day.html' title='Bra Free Day'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00885192937511472044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SVrbjuspYKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jy5y5AS_pAg/S220/P1010669.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SotlTrJVjBI/AAAAAAAAAbo/LEDek017o64/s72-c/bra.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981645959613756968.post-2972379656266941692</id><published>2009-08-17T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T21:17:36.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wait for This: Art &amp; Copy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Man, this 2 minutes trailer gets me all hype on being a part of THIS world. The creative environment, the freedom, the challenge and the power -  I love it all, I want it all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I guess with the success of the TV series 'Madman', this documentary is in good timing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;"The frightening and the most difficult thing about being what somebody calls a creative person is that you absolutely have no idea where of any of your thoughts come from, really. And, especially if you have no idea where they're gonna come from tomorrow."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is for all my classmates at MassComm (advertising)! This is what it's all about peeps. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zq0fMT-hrbo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zq0fMT-hrbo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/4981645959613756968-2972379656266941692?l=nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/feeds/2972379656266941692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/08/wait-for-this-art-copy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/2972379656266941692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/2972379656266941692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/08/wait-for-this-art-copy.html' title='Wait for This: Art &amp; Copy'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00885192937511472044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SVrbjuspYKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jy5y5AS_pAg/S220/P1010669.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981645959613756968.post-1512084741665608241</id><published>2009-08-17T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T20:56:35.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For Me!???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Last night I got the most unexpected surprise! My old mate back from secondary school days decided to round up the gang for drinks and munchies - like we always do. But this time, she was so persistent - changing dates to occupy other people, change venues, making calls and asking a whole bunch of people to join. I was slightly skeptic by her behavior but brush it off to the thought of this dear old friend of mine is known for random acts and questions - she once called to ask what would be perfect for her grandmother birthday present! The kind of questions that make you go..whaaat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, she manage to round up 3 of my old buddies at the last minute. When I arrived there's a Secret Recipe paper bag with a cake inside on the table. When I asked whose b'day are we celebrating? They denied nervously. I didn't even think it was for me because my birthday is in another 6 more days. And, here I thought she wanted to meet up because it's getting close to Ramadhan month and she's flying off to Indonesia this Friday! Ceh, rupenyer ada cerita lain!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, the cake was for me along with the DKNY's Pure New York perfume and the charm bracelet AND the pair of earrings! Love them all! Never have I ever had an advance birthday party before, I had a belated birthday but never this. How thoughtful! I feel so mushy and warm inside! hehe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The only sucky part of the night: I've put my worst face on that night, I thought it was just hanging out for drinks - I didn't wear any make-up on and my hair was a disaster!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SoolxD_bQgI/AAAAAAAAAbg/KyzjFpOxxTI/s1600-h/bday+celeb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SoolxD_bQgI/AAAAAAAAAbg/KyzjFpOxxTI/s320/bday+celeb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371147030407889410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;From l-r: Intan Zulina, Janice (black shirt), ME and Haliza&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/4981645959613756968-1512084741665608241?l=nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/feeds/1512084741665608241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/08/for-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/1512084741665608241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/1512084741665608241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/08/for-me.html' title='For Me!???'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00885192937511472044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SVrbjuspYKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jy5y5AS_pAg/S220/P1010669.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SoolxD_bQgI/AAAAAAAAAbg/KyzjFpOxxTI/s72-c/bday+celeb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981645959613756968.post-5591355066099045461</id><published>2009-08-17T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T20:29:38.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Texting While Driving</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, I fell into the category as one  of the peeps who text/call while driving. But, I'm a bit phobia about it last time but even more now. Mostly, I only answered the phone if I know there's someone waiting for me to meet them. Otherwise, I'll just let it ring, and check who's the caller at red light. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;But this PSA on texting while driving is using the fear appeal (Ad girl talking!) for the youths and their parents as a wake-up call! It's detailed with gruesome shots! - So eerie! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This makes drunk driving like a secondary offense, since driving while on the phone usually requires u to be sober and conscious, this makes it all immoral in another level. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Time to change:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="450" height="370"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.liveleak.com/e/323_1250531763"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.liveleak.com/e/323_1250531763" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="450" height="370"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4981645959613756968-5591355066099045461?l=nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/feeds/5591355066099045461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/08/texting-while-driving.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/5591355066099045461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/5591355066099045461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/08/texting-while-driving.html' title='Texting While Driving'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00885192937511472044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SVrbjuspYKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jy5y5AS_pAg/S220/P1010669.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981645959613756968.post-7800740196216714363</id><published>2009-08-16T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T00:39:01.469-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Job Interview 3: Should I, or Shouldn't I?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I know before that I'm a fashion girl one, and an ad girl two. But, now I'm not so sure. I'm having some sort of 'quarter-life' crisis. There's like a gap - I feel so lost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Literally hours after my 3rd interview within 3 months (one interview each month! - how coincidence!), my 3rd attempt to the career world led me to the fashion retail world this time. It's a major local fashion retail label. With approx to 2500 employees, so they said!  I know I've mentioned to my close peeps, its a dream job. Now, the chances are there, the anticipation is rather getting quite daunting. Do you guys feel that way too after a job interview?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Their first phone call was a surprise - after just a mere 30 minutes I've sent my resume at Jobstreet - they called. First asking if I'm still interested in the position? - Like duh!? I baru jer hantar, mungkin!? Then, he asked me why I wanted to work in a fashion house? Of course, I answered like I vomit words! Seriously, after the phone call, I suffered from a short term memory lost. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Approximately 3 days after that is D-day! The area was industrial and so was the building, but the inside was superb, love it - modern polish deco with dark timber floors, high ceilings and open space. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;What's not to adore!? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Y'know, one of the sucky part of going to any job interview is filling out personal info forms. Like I remember what year I've entered and left primary school? Or what I got for UPSR!? I don't remember where I put the certificates from that era! Filling those out took me more than 15 mins for accuracy. What a bummer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I got interviewed by 2 males - a cliche start: Tell me about yourself...answered: word vomit, again! Then, what do u think about our brand? Later, what dept you wish to work in? Next, any constructive criticism? After, what is your strengths and weaknesses/ what does your friends' opinion of you? (-these questions are sort of overlapping!). Last, any questions for us? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;THIS, took like 30 minutes! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;All in all, I am numb from this ordeal. Lost in a sea of emotions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;But, before I leave...in case of any confusion of my well-being...is sort of like this song: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;color:#800000;" &gt;Just because I’m losing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;color:#800000;" &gt; Doesn’t mean I’m lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;color:#800000;" &gt; Doesn’t mean I’ll stop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;color:#800000;" &gt; Doesn’t mean I would cross"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;- 'Lost' by Coldplay&lt;/span&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/4981645959613756968-7800740196216714363?l=nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/feeds/7800740196216714363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/08/job-interview-3-should-i-or-shouldnt-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/7800740196216714363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/7800740196216714363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/08/job-interview-3-should-i-or-shouldnt-i.html' title='Job Interview 3: Should I, or Shouldn&apos;t I?'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00885192937511472044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SVrbjuspYKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jy5y5AS_pAg/S220/P1010669.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981645959613756968.post-4699546975590656997</id><published>2009-08-13T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T00:27:31.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Faboo List 18</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Man Candy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SoO-saM0eFI/AAAAAAAAAbY/4MUvC7ZwWT0/s1600-h/daniel+bruhl+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SoO-saM0eFI/AAAAAAAAAbY/4MUvC7ZwWT0/s320/daniel+bruhl+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369344850912376914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Daniel Bruhl (Inglourious Basterds)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SoO-r6qtR3I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/iI21Clr8VxI/s1600-h/Kyle_Gallner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 219px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SoO-r6qtR3I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/iI21Clr8VxI/s320/Kyle_Gallner.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369344842447800178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kyle Gellner (The Haunting in Connecticut)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SoO-rbstsjI/AAAAAAAAAbI/DKdSIK-oSrE/s1600-h/ryan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 318px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SoO-rbstsjI/AAAAAAAAAbI/DKdSIK-oSrE/s320/ryan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369344834134716978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ryan Reynolds a.k.a Mr.Scarlett Johansson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Fashion Fixations:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Scarves a'la French women &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(Just finished watching 'Le Divorce'!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Necessary Extravagance:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My mustard color chain Camly bag, and black stone vintage design ring my mum bought from Vietnam recently (mummy have good taste!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vital Beauty:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Clean and bare face. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Wish List:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Polka-dot/tiger print Liz Claiborne purse, Estee' Lauder Sensuous 100ml EDT, &amp;amp; soft wave hair. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;On &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Nightstand:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Totto-Chan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Craving: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pepperoni Beef pizza/Classified Chicken pizza from Domino's. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy I Bought:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My mustard Camly bag at 60% off! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dreaming of:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Winning a contest of RM50,000. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Moment:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Taught Amreel A,B,C's - I bought him a wooden A,B,C blocks/puzzle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. He yells, 'Yay!' everytime he got it right - also Auntie Nad ajar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sad Moment:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My annoying elder brother jetted off to Australia, but not really sad because he's bringing me something back! ;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Humming to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;'So This is Love' from Disney's Cinderella and 'Whatta Man' by En Vogue and Salt &amp;amp; Pepa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chuckling to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ACCIDENTALLY scaring my housekepper off at the kitchen with a deep voice. - She jumped like crazy and dropped the electric kettle into sink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Can't Get Enough of:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;French culture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Addicted to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Red meat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Best Movie I've Watched Recently:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The Haunting in Connecticut, Bruno, The Proposal, Chocolat, Le Divorce &amp;amp; Beauty &amp;amp; the Beast. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Worst Movie I've Watched Recently:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No bad movies this week!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4981645959613756968-4699546975590656997?l=nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/feeds/4699546975590656997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/08/faboo-list-18.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/4699546975590656997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/4699546975590656997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/08/faboo-list-18.html' title='Faboo List 18'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00885192937511472044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SVrbjuspYKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jy5y5AS_pAg/S220/P1010669.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SoO-saM0eFI/AAAAAAAAAbY/4MUvC7ZwWT0/s72-c/daniel+bruhl+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981645959613756968.post-35329991364604071</id><published>2009-08-12T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T21:43:29.359-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone Please!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SoOZog_ZG9I/AAAAAAAAAbA/dz7YkDII-WM/s1600-h/bad-dog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SoOZog_ZG9I/AAAAAAAAAbA/dz7YkDII-WM/s320/bad-dog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369304102085401554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What a perfect thing to start a day!! Taking morning jogs at the park and admiring the cool wind (plus, smokes from cars passing by)... just minding my own business, with an iPod stuck at my ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As I was on the way back, still jogging up the hill, I saw a lady got out of her house and walking towards her car....and then, her medium size dirty dog got out. She screamed at it. Demanding it to get inside. So, I ignore the situation completely - figuring the dog is inside the house already.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, I hear a women shrieking: "Ai!Come here!"...As I turned my head back...the most horrifying thing happened!..The dog was already sniffing close to my feet! &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, I turned my back - facing it now, and shrieking: "AAARRGGHH!!" Maybe too loud..I don't know, because I had my Pod on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at the owner, and she looked at me with dismay. So, I screamed at her: "Oh, gosh, someone please!!"...still..I didn't hear any cry from the owner. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, I had to 'shoo' it away.&lt;br /&gt;Well, it backed off a bit, but still come forward to me...but it never bark at me...just sniffing...but his snout so close...I'm afraid my lovely pale chunky leg will be bitten!&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Of course, after the shrieking, cry for help and shooing doesn't help. I had to run, by this time the owner already called upon her bad doggy!! And, finally the dog listens! &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn it!! My heart was pounding like mad!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4981645959613756968-35329991364604071?l=nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/feeds/35329991364604071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/08/someone-please.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/35329991364604071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/35329991364604071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/08/someone-please.html' title='Someone Please!!'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00885192937511472044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SVrbjuspYKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jy5y5AS_pAg/S220/P1010669.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SoOZog_ZG9I/AAAAAAAAAbA/dz7YkDII-WM/s72-c/bad-dog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981645959613756968.post-7681576599474329681</id><published>2009-08-12T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T21:10:09.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell her, Dane! Tell her!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ooohh..I was laughing me ass off watching comedian; Dane Cook dissing Vanessa Hudgens at Teen Choice Awards 2009! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here's a play by play of what he said to Miss baby V! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"What everybody in this room is thinking but nobody have said...where's Vanessa Hudgens?...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;(Vanessa willingly throw her arms in the air - acknowledging her name being called).. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Girl! You've got to keep your clothes on! (Dane laughing)...Phones are for phone calls, girl! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;(Vanessa kept chewing her chewing gum..and looking at Dane like she's about to eat him ALIVE with her piercing eyes!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's super hilarious. Dane Cook has got some balls to actually blurp that up in front of her peers and fans! Her reaction was priceless!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z2XY_lAtDOs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z2XY_lAtDOs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4981645959613756968-7681576599474329681?l=nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/feeds/7681576599474329681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/08/tell-her-dane-tell-her.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/7681576599474329681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/7681576599474329681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/08/tell-her-dane-tell-her.html' title='Tell her, Dane! Tell her!!'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00885192937511472044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SVrbjuspYKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jy5y5AS_pAg/S220/P1010669.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981645959613756968.post-8776317382200720764</id><published>2009-08-11T03:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T03:22:35.464-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meryl Streep Is a Slut</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, to be frank, I love Meryl Streep, so, I don't give a damn if she is a slut! Pardon my title and language, but Meryl Streep is playing a divorcee' who is having an affair with her own married ex-husband in the movie: 'It's Complicated'!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Check this out:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ohPHbRkc_us&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ohPHbRkc_us&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s: U would love this, hunny!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4981645959613756968-8776317382200720764?l=nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/feeds/8776317382200720764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/08/meryl-streep-is-slut.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/8776317382200720764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/8776317382200720764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/08/meryl-streep-is-slut.html' title='Meryl Streep Is a Slut'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00885192937511472044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SVrbjuspYKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jy5y5AS_pAg/S220/P1010669.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981645959613756968.post-1391764976307512889</id><published>2009-08-11T02:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T03:07:29.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Think I Love You, Too...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I know I love Paris's version - 'Paris, J'taime'...but I got a feeling that I would love 'New York, I love you', too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has an amazing cast, in an even more amazing city, with interesting and provocative stories in one movie - how can one not fall for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch this trailer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XrH9v6xVwvM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XrH9v6xVwvM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4981645959613756968-1391764976307512889?l=nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/feeds/1391764976307512889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-think-i-love-you-too.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/1391764976307512889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/1391764976307512889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-think-i-love-you-too.html' title='I Think I Love You, Too...'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00885192937511472044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SVrbjuspYKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jy5y5AS_pAg/S220/P1010669.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981645959613756968.post-6061211523251948158</id><published>2009-08-10T03:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T03:51:00.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Wrong, Yet, So Right</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ahh, I've just finish watching 'The Haunting in Connecticut'. And, it was deliciously spooky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The reason for it being 'delicious' because of Kyle Gallner. - Such a cutie! Plus, the movie got some spooky moments, that being a reason because it was based on a true story and the other reason - there were a lot of scenes that would give you a shock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, give yourself a good scare this week. Plus, the 'tortured' boy was kind on the eyes, anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Watch this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="315" width="500"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NLl8C-Z0ph8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NLl8C-Z0ph8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="315" width="500"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/Sn_7bLD3VDI/AAAAAAAAAa4/Ha4x4M2Qs_g/s1600-h/KyleGallner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 211px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/Sn_7bLD3VDI/AAAAAAAAAa4/Ha4x4M2Qs_g/s320/KyleGallner.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368285725092959282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4981645959613756968-6061211523251948158?l=nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/feeds/6061211523251948158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/08/so-wrong-yet-so-right.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/6061211523251948158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/6061211523251948158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/08/so-wrong-yet-so-right.html' title='So Wrong, Yet, So Right'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00885192937511472044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SVrbjuspYKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jy5y5AS_pAg/S220/P1010669.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/Sn_7bLD3VDI/AAAAAAAAAa4/Ha4x4M2Qs_g/s72-c/KyleGallner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981645959613756968.post-2240425046826262612</id><published>2009-08-09T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T20:40:04.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful 'If'...</title><content type='html'>I just wanted to share with you guys this poem from one of my fave authors; Rudyard Kipling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;If&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;             &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;If you can keep your head when all about you&lt;br /&gt;              Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;&lt;br /&gt;              If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,&lt;br /&gt;              But make allowance for their doubting too;&lt;br /&gt;              If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,&lt;br /&gt;              Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,&lt;br /&gt;              Or, being hated, don't give way to hating,&lt;br /&gt;              And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;             &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt; If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;&lt;br /&gt;              If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;&lt;br /&gt;              If you can meet with triumph and disaster&lt;br /&gt;              And treat those two imposters just the same;&lt;br /&gt;              If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken&lt;br /&gt;              Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,&lt;br /&gt;              Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,&lt;br /&gt;              And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools;              &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt; If you can make one heap of all your winnings&lt;br /&gt;              And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,&lt;br /&gt;              And lose, and start again at your beginnings&lt;br /&gt;              And never breath a word about your loss;&lt;br /&gt;              If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew&lt;br /&gt;              To serve your turn long after they are gone,&lt;br /&gt;              And so hold on when there is nothing in you&lt;br /&gt;              Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on";              &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt; If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,&lt;br /&gt;              Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch;&lt;br /&gt;              If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;&lt;br /&gt;              If all men count with you, but none too much;&lt;br /&gt;              If you can fill the unforgiving minute&lt;br /&gt;              With sixty seconds' worth of distance run -&lt;br /&gt;              Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,&lt;br /&gt;              And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son!&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/4981645959613756968-2240425046826262612?l=nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/feeds/2240425046826262612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/08/beautiful-if.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/2240425046826262612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/2240425046826262612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/08/beautiful-if.html' title='Beautiful &apos;If&apos;...'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00885192937511472044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SVrbjuspYKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jy5y5AS_pAg/S220/P1010669.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981645959613756968.post-7527568810552165613</id><published>2009-08-09T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T09:14:59.661-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Will You Marry Me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm NOT asking u to marry me...I'm actually asking ask, but more to urging u to watch the latest movie from Sandy Bullock and Ryan Reynolds - 'The Proposal".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's a great movie to loose some steam. It's incredibly hilarious - thanks to Ryan Reynolds' fast-comeback/sarcastic joker talents and Sandra Bullock's comedic streaks. Though, the storyline is predictable, it has some unexpected comedic plus sweetness (love scene), and sad (good sad) combined!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, I highly recommend this movie. Sandra Bullock's wardrobe is amazing (Hermes bag, Louboutins &amp;amp; Louis Vuitton made appearance) and in this movie, it somehow refreshed my memory why Ryan Reynolds is super hot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/Sn713D_rywI/AAAAAAAAAao/ThZXzB3zpuY/s1600-h/the_proposal01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/Sn713D_rywI/AAAAAAAAAao/ThZXzB3zpuY/s320/the_proposal01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367998132186237698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/4981645959613756968-7527568810552165613?l=nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/feeds/7527568810552165613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/08/will-you-marry-me.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/7527568810552165613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/7527568810552165613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/08/will-you-marry-me.html' title='Will You Marry Me?'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00885192937511472044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SVrbjuspYKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jy5y5AS_pAg/S220/P1010669.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/Sn713D_rywI/AAAAAAAAAao/ThZXzB3zpuY/s72-c/the_proposal01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981645959613756968.post-3722343819775613341</id><published>2009-08-07T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T09:00:50.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wayfarers are so yesterday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Time to switch the over-popular Ray Bans' Wayfarer for a much more sophisticated and ultra-chic Yves Saint Laurent's retro oversize sunglasses which is totally inspired by the legend himself, who wore similar shape that made it iconic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Soon, this will be the IT shades for celebs to avoid those harsh camera flashes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Admire this beauty: -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/Sn7x4ip6dmI/AAAAAAAAAag/xwNkOLdRv_E/s1600-h/yslshade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 384px; height: 230px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/Sn7x4ip6dmI/AAAAAAAAAag/xwNkOLdRv_E/s320/yslshade.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367993759549781602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4981645959613756968-3722343819775613341?l=nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/feeds/3722343819775613341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/08/wayfarers-are-so-yesterday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/3722343819775613341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/3722343819775613341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/08/wayfarers-are-so-yesterday.html' title='Wayfarers are so yesterday!'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00885192937511472044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SVrbjuspYKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jy5y5AS_pAg/S220/P1010669.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/Sn7x4ip6dmI/AAAAAAAAAag/xwNkOLdRv_E/s72-c/yslshade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981645959613756968.post-8705065850743787683</id><published>2009-08-06T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T21:40:07.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>These boots aren't made for walking (long distance)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It may come to a quite delightful surprise, but the city of Seoul, South Korea is giving another excuse for women to deal with the already painful but ohh-all-so-chic high heels: they are giving out public parking spaces for these special ladies so they no longer have to suffer the long walks to the building. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sure, we have parking spots for handicapped people, now, that's normal, while some malls offers big spaces for families with small children and malls like Cineleisure@Mutiara Damansara have special spots for women drivers. I must say this could be a fantastic marketing strategy for shopping malls, especially that women basically do MOST of the shopping in one household (I know, because my academic thesis is fairly base on that) , so , why not let them shop at ease -  more reason for them to return to buy more heels. &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/4981645959613756968-8705065850743787683?l=nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/feeds/8705065850743787683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/08/these-boots-arent-made-for-walking-long.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/8705065850743787683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/8705065850743787683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/08/these-boots-arent-made-for-walking-long.html' title='These boots aren&apos;t made for walking (long distance)'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00885192937511472044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SVrbjuspYKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jy5y5AS_pAg/S220/P1010669.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981645959613756968.post-5487647431883081443</id><published>2009-08-06T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T21:11:03.887-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Style Spotting: YSL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;When I think of YSL, I thought of sophistication that oozes sex appeal. The persona it depicts to the wearer is somewhat like a sexy spy - sexy intelligence. Red lipstick, sleek hair, black patent platform pumps, retro oversize shades and a killer black suit. Now that's YSL. Totally different from their rival in the Parisian fashion circuit - Chanel. Chanel is more for demure women. Coy, proper, elegant, avant-garde and tasteful. A style that most women wish to attain when getting older...or in Chanel case, wiser. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Check out the latest collection from YSL. These are the ones I especially adores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/Snuo3e8sqeI/AAAAAAAAAaY/WcGCOt5X1AA/s1600-h/ysl-downtown-bag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/Snuo3e8sqeI/AAAAAAAAAaY/WcGCOt5X1AA/s320/ysl-downtown-bag.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367069052095998434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The it bag: YSL downtown bag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/Snuo3HX-hNI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/SN3c2VP35KA/s1600-h/ysl3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/Snuo3HX-hNI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/SN3c2VP35KA/s320/ysl3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367069045767963858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/Snuo2-rwsSI/AAAAAAAAAaI/e79okj0c-2A/s1600-h/ysl2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/Snuo2-rwsSI/AAAAAAAAAaI/e79okj0c-2A/s320/ysl2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367069043435024674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/Snuo2LpFNfI/AAAAAAAAAaA/SRUTWVEwrbs/s1600-h/ysl1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/Snuo2LpFNfI/AAAAAAAAAaA/SRUTWVEwrbs/s320/ysl1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367069029733578226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/Snuo16jV_gI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/PftiANc4Gcw/s1600-h/ysl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/Snuo16jV_gI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/PftiANc4Gcw/s320/ysl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367069025146109442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4981645959613756968-5487647431883081443?l=nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/feeds/5487647431883081443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/08/style-spotting-ysl.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/5487647431883081443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/5487647431883081443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/08/style-spotting-ysl.html' title='Style Spotting: YSL'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00885192937511472044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SVrbjuspYKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jy5y5AS_pAg/S220/P1010669.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/Snuo3e8sqeI/AAAAAAAAAaY/WcGCOt5X1AA/s72-c/ysl-downtown-bag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981645959613756968.post-2251736321259007570</id><published>2009-08-06T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T20:35:18.958-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Faboo List 17</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Man Candy:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This week it's a couple of British imports&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SnugPG0SyzI/AAAAAAAAAZw/oHSPudTzglM/s1600-h/robert-pattinson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SnugPG0SyzI/AAAAAAAAAZw/oHSPudTzglM/s320/robert-pattinson.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367059562330508082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Robert Pattinson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SnugOnD9yMI/AAAAAAAAAZo/ciUtZttqcns/s1600-h/ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SnugOnD9yMI/AAAAAAAAAZo/ciUtZttqcns/s320/ed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367059553806305474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ed Westwick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fashion Fixations:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Wavy locks, red matte lipstick and vintage YSL shades. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Necessary Extravagance:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;My lambskin Miu Miu Bow bag - fit everything in it. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vital Beauty:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Red matte lipstick. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Wish List:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Look alike Chanel Jumbo bag and platform flip flops. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;On &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Nightstand:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Otto Wagner's Autobiography. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Craving: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Glazed doughnuts (damn u 'Doughnuts Paradise' documentary!). &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy I Bought:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Revlon's matte red lipstick, two Calvin Klien's pants, and Forever 21's tartan print headband. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dreaming of:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Going to a wonderful vacation from Paris to Amsterdam to LA and back. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Moment:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Shopping without me paying (thanks, mu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;m!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sad Moment:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;My adorable nephew cried his eyeballs out because he wanted to tag along with me for a car ride (I'm melting!) and both parents leaving the kids again for the 2nd weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Humming to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;'Poker Face' by Lady Gaga (Amreel's current fave girly singer).&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chuckling to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;'Whose Line Is It, Anyway?' These peeps are superb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Can't Get Enough of:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Addicted to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Buffering my old nails...they looked so shiny!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Best Movie I've Watched Recently:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;The Hurt Locker (Oscar buzz worthy!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Worst Movie I've Watched Recently:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;The Taking of Pelham 123 (Not the best efforts from John Travolta)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4981645959613756968-2251736321259007570?l=nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/feeds/2251736321259007570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/08/faboo-list-17.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/2251736321259007570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/2251736321259007570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/08/faboo-list-17.html' title='Faboo List 17'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00885192937511472044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SVrbjuspYKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jy5y5AS_pAg/S220/P1010669.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SnugPG0SyzI/AAAAAAAAAZw/oHSPudTzglM/s72-c/robert-pattinson.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981645959613756968.post-5606181957077164922</id><published>2009-08-01T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T20:56:07.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So long, farewell, aufweidersehen, goodbye!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SnUNxaYgkKI/AAAAAAAAAZg/XEJdgwFjdmQ/s1600-h/point14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SnUNxaYgkKI/AAAAAAAAAZg/XEJdgwFjdmQ/s320/point14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365209673628684450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is not the end, this is the beginning of the rest of our lives...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My good friend and confidant at Bates; Nadhyrah Rose is leaving KL and Selangor state for a  job at Penang for a 'party college' (kidding!). Yes, she's a lecturer now. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thanks for being such a terrific friend. You are truly and one and only that totally understands me even more than a friend that knows me for more than a decade. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thanks for sticking around through the ups and downs. Though, it got freaky at times, but I love it just the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Please take good care of yourself, and I wish that you'll soon know what you're looking for after all this while, and earn the strength to go after it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;For you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="body"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A single rose can be my garden... a single friend, my world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                         &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Leo Buscaglia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="bodybold" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/quotes/l/leobuscagl163836.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4981645959613756968-5606181957077164922?l=nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/feeds/5606181957077164922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/08/so-long-farewell-aufweidersehen-goodbye.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/5606181957077164922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/5606181957077164922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/08/so-long-farewell-aufweidersehen-goodbye.html' title='So long, farewell, aufweidersehen, goodbye!'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00885192937511472044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SVrbjuspYKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jy5y5AS_pAg/S220/P1010669.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SnUNxaYgkKI/AAAAAAAAAZg/XEJdgwFjdmQ/s72-c/point14.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981645959613756968.post-7620183117969135095</id><published>2009-07-30T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T22:26:28.715-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Faboo List 16</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SnJ_ZvftEwI/AAAAAAAAAZY/qzahtDnq5xQ/s1600-h/alexanderskarsgardpic21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SnJ_ZvftEwI/AAAAAAAAAZY/qzahtDnq5xQ/s320/alexanderskarsgardpic21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364490186374583042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Alexander Skarsgard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SnJ_Ze93WkI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/15EwsAlbU_E/s1600-h/Paul_Rudd_068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SnJ_Ze93WkI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/15EwsAlbU_E/s320/Paul_Rudd_068.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364490181937683010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Paul Rudd (such a cutie with wrinkles)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Man Candy:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fashion Fixations:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Retro designs sunglasses...I'm thinking tortoise shell and cat-eyes design.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Necessary Extravagance:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solo retail therapy (wandering wallet and unsatisfied desires). &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vital Beauty:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dark mahogany brown hair color and buffered nails. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Wish List:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black over size cat eyes shades from Mango . &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Nightstand:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penguin's Life Poems. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Craving: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creme Brulee @ Sun Moulin. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy I Bought:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother's b'day present. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming of:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living somewhere tropical on a farm and married to Jason Mraz. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Moment:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Listening to One Republic's Say (All I need) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;while&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; reminiscing walking around in Paris&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad Moment:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's human nature that we will NEVER be satisfied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humming to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Good Girls Go Bad' by Cobra Starship feat. Leighton Meester.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chuckling to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching 'I love you, man'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;...Paul Rudd is pretty hilarious!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't Get Enough of:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sour candies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Addicted to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'The IT Crowd' @ StarWorld - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;British humor at it's best!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Movie I've Watched Recently:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valkyrie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst Movie I've Watched Recently:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss March.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4981645959613756968-7620183117969135095?l=nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/feeds/7620183117969135095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/07/faboo-list-16.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/7620183117969135095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/7620183117969135095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/07/faboo-list-16.html' title='Faboo List 16'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00885192937511472044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SVrbjuspYKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jy5y5AS_pAg/S220/P1010669.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SnJ_ZvftEwI/AAAAAAAAAZY/qzahtDnq5xQ/s72-c/alexanderskarsgardpic21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981645959613756968.post-3491012292133648560</id><published>2009-07-29T04:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T04:23:47.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'>R.I.P: Hocus up in fish heaven.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SnAwsm1UQyI/AAAAAAAAAZI/FG4LzsnOUm0/s1600-h/DeadFish11106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 231px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SnAwsm1UQyI/AAAAAAAAAZI/FG4LzsnOUm0/s320/DeadFish11106.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363840699094811426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's a sad day today. My first fighting fish that I named Hocus has passed on 29th July 2009.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It has a partner, named 'Pocus' (Hocus+Pocus - get it?), that I bought after Hocus, it was blue in color. A glorious mystic blue. But, sadly it passed too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Soon after the passing of Pocus, I've found a replacement. I named it Pocus II. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pocus II is a blazing red fighting fish with a tail like an enticing Spanish dancer. Fortunately, it is still with us today.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In the note of still remembering the lives of Hocus, I must state that it was a brave survivor fish. It last for a grueling 6 hours without water - dried and gasping for oxygen in a broken (accidental) fish bowl. I thought it was dead, but just as I was about to poke it, it moved (terkejut i!!). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The fish was so dry that the tip of it's long tail was tipped off (slightly), but survived. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;During it's last days, I knew it's life was coming to an end, when I saw that it lost his appetite and not in it's 'fighting' usual. It's color faded too. FYI, it was marroon colored. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Suddenly, on a cold Wednesday morning, as I was about to fed my two fishies..I saw Hocus, lying on the floor - lifeless. I checked the bowl, but it's not broken. It has commited suicide. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It jumped out of the bowl. Very unusual. Is it suffering from depression? &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Another tragic death of a beloved pet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Selamat di kebumikan di depan rumah.&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/4981645959613756968-3491012292133648560?l=nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/feeds/3491012292133648560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/07/rip-hocus-up-in-fish-heaven.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/3491012292133648560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/3491012292133648560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/07/rip-hocus-up-in-fish-heaven.html' title='R.I.P: Hocus up in fish heaven.'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00885192937511472044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SVrbjuspYKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jy5y5AS_pAg/S220/P1010669.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SnAwsm1UQyI/AAAAAAAAAZI/FG4LzsnOUm0/s72-c/DeadFish11106.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981645959613756968.post-2646069361323013922</id><published>2009-07-24T06:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T06:58:57.302-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Job Interview 2: Closer to dream??? Or just a detour??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/Smm8eWRQKAI/AAAAAAAAAZA/ZjdjPRsskuY/s1600-h/fingernails.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/Smm8eWRQKAI/AAAAAAAAAZA/ZjdjPRsskuY/s400/fingernails.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362024060921325570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;On 23rd July 09.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 2nd job interview after 2 months of hunting.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post: Shoe designer.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have to go through with a Japanese recruitment company for the job.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interview took place at Menara UBM, in freaking unpredictable KL city.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Possible employer is still unknown. The recruitment people can't disclosed their client's info, yet!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was surprised to received the call for interview.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was numb and a wee bit nervous while counting the days to the interview and making plans to go there and what to bring.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was sweating my big ass off while searching for my final year project in the storage.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was not nervous at all during D-day.Even took a nap before prepping up - advisable because it loosen your unwanted nerves.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nerves finally kicked in when reached KL.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was late by 10 minutes.And I didn't apologize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manners went out the window after the receptionist immediately put me into a small room to fill up a form.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Spent a good 10 minutes on that alone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Giggled and bonded with the 2 interviewers. Both females.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left just at the nick of time when my 'driver' texted me.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Called my good friend ; Nad to brag and more giggles while waiting for my car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back feeling relief with a sushi meal in me belly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A day delayed: Scared myself of the thought of the 'rest of my life'.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Safe to say...I'm feeling way better in every morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4981645959613756968-2646069361323013922?l=nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/feeds/2646069361323013922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/07/job-interview-2-closer-to-dream-or-just.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/2646069361323013922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/2646069361323013922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/07/job-interview-2-closer-to-dream-or-just.html' title='Job Interview 2: Closer to dream??? Or just a detour??'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00885192937511472044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SVrbjuspYKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jy5y5AS_pAg/S220/P1010669.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/Smm8eWRQKAI/AAAAAAAAAZA/ZjdjPRsskuY/s72-c/fingernails.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981645959613756968.post-4132227626561858265</id><published>2009-07-24T06:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T06:33:27.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Faboo List 15</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/Smm3yVmfF1I/AAAAAAAAAY4/yv9O84xVJQ0/s1600-h/carlos_bocanegra.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/Smm3yVmfF1I/AAAAAAAAAY4/yv9O84xVJQ0/s400/carlos_bocanegra.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362018906781194066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Man Candy:&lt;/span&gt; Carlos Bocanegra &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fashion Fixations:&lt;/span&gt; Beaded/embellished hairbands. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Necessary Extravagance:&lt;/span&gt; Foot reflexology, scrub and eyebrow threading. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vital Beauty:&lt;/span&gt; Stick concealer and brown eyeliner. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Wish List:&lt;/span&gt; Nude color platform-rubber-like sandals by Everbest. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Nightstand:&lt;/span&gt; 'Cara-cara melakukan solat Hajat'. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Craving: &lt;/span&gt;!?? I'm stuffed. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy I Bought:&lt;/span&gt; The latest issue of In Style and cough syrup. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming of:&lt;/span&gt; Gary Lightbody strumming his guitar...being all hopeless romantic. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Moment:&lt;/span&gt; Taking a jog during a cold morning while listening to 'The Planets Bend Between Us' by Snowpatrol. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad Moment:&lt;/span&gt; Having to go all the way to KL city for a job interview. (But VERY GLAD to be given the opportunity!!)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;AND &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;to know that I'm getting older after JUST found out that Michael Owen now plays for Man Utd. How time has changed....???&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humming to:&lt;/span&gt; 'Battlefield' by Jordan Sparks.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chuckling to:&lt;/span&gt; Will Farrell in Land of the Lost. Seriously amazingly hilarious.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't Get Enough of:&lt;/span&gt; Double scoop gelato from Hokkaido Fair @ Isetan.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Addicted to:&lt;/span&gt; String candies.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Movie I've Watched Recently:&lt;/span&gt; Land of the Lost and Midnight Meat Train (Lan, you have to watch this!)&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst Movie I've Watched Recently:&lt;/span&gt; Rambo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4981645959613756968-4132227626561858265?l=nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/feeds/4132227626561858265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/07/faboo-list-15.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/4132227626561858265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/4132227626561858265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/07/faboo-list-15.html' title='Faboo List 15'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00885192937511472044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SVrbjuspYKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jy5y5AS_pAg/S220/P1010669.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/Smm3yVmfF1I/AAAAAAAAAY4/yv9O84xVJQ0/s72-c/carlos_bocanegra.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981645959613756968.post-7787238692326007240</id><published>2009-07-16T18:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T19:12:46.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Faboo List 14</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/Sl_c6-kvbRI/AAAAAAAAAYw/RJNghhYEAME/s1600-h/3154651_tml.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/Sl_c6-kvbRI/AAAAAAAAAYw/RJNghhYEAME/s400/3154651_tml.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359244987381804306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Man Candy&lt;/span&gt;: Justin Chatwin (the only reason I stay through watching Dragonball Evolution)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Best Movie I've Watched Recently&lt;/span&gt;:  Public Enemies (a bunch of actors I love: Christian Bale, Johnny Depp, Marion Cotillard)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Worst Movie I've Watched Recently&lt;/span&gt;: Van Wilder: Freshman Year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Next Movie to Watch&lt;/span&gt;: Harry Potter &amp;amp; the Half-blood Prince.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Craving for&lt;/span&gt;: Soft vanilla ice-cream and Creme Brulee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Excited About&lt;/span&gt;: Fall season color hues (red, brown, navy, black and white) and embellished hairbands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wish List&lt;/span&gt;: Prada open tote for fall collection, career in fashion and a platform sandals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite Routine&lt;/span&gt;: Jogging in the morning while listening to my iPod.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Last Thing I've Cooked&lt;/span&gt;: Pancakes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Female Idol&lt;/span&gt;: Marion Cotillard and Emma Watson (chic).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Male Idol&lt;/span&gt;: John Goddard (famous adventurer)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Currently Reading&lt;/span&gt;: Mr.Darcy and Me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy for&lt;/span&gt;: Finally, finished my fasting 'debt'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sad for&lt;/span&gt;: Unemployed, electricity maintainence that cause me to go out with my hair wet for the first time and dog poo (like landmines!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4981645959613756968-7787238692326007240?l=nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/feeds/7787238692326007240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/07/faboo-list-14.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/7787238692326007240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/7787238692326007240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/07/faboo-list-14.html' title='Faboo List 14'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00885192937511472044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SVrbjuspYKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jy5y5AS_pAg/S220/P1010669.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/Sl_c6-kvbRI/AAAAAAAAAYw/RJNghhYEAME/s72-c/3154651_tml.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981645959613756968.post-1345308526897815557</id><published>2009-07-12T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T21:36:08.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Watch This: Marc Jacobs Documentary</title><content type='html'>All my closest friends knows that I dearly love this man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, check out these series of videos of him @ YouTube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Marc Jacobs documentary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GxeEBZVnIKk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GxeEBZVnIKk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4981645959613756968-1345308526897815557?l=nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/feeds/1345308526897815557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/07/watch-this-marc-jacobs-documentary.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/1345308526897815557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/1345308526897815557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/07/watch-this-marc-jacobs-documentary.html' title='Watch This: Marc Jacobs Documentary'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00885192937511472044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SVrbjuspYKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jy5y5AS_pAg/S220/P1010669.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981645959613756968.post-9025145215954541152</id><published>2009-07-12T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T21:31:47.441-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From Lovers to Loonies.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/Slq3QHoWDCI/AAAAAAAAAYo/MsHvfjo1q_o/s1600-h/love-you.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 321px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/Slq3QHoWDCI/AAAAAAAAAYo/MsHvfjo1q_o/s400/love-you.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357796194264681506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Last week, on the 9th July, to be exact, I read TWO, in fact, disturbing news about two females who are torn from love and tried to commit suicide. Drama! Drama! Drama!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I read somewhere, long time ago, there is a research indicates that people in love have the same brain patterns to loonies. By loonies, I meant crazy people (of course, what other loonies there are except for 'Looney Toons'). Probably explained the human behavior when they're in love: the euphoria of 'I CAN DO ANYTHING'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which also explains another theory of why people in torn from love tends to stalk, be crazy jealous, and some threaten to commit suicide. I couldn't find the article, so safe to  say the theory might not be true. But I manage to find this research @ http://health.dailynewscentral.com, stating that those who are rejected from sexual overtures, will not harm themselves or other peeps, but those who are rejected from love in the society tends to kill themselves or others to. Scary. Crime of passion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An article from Clare Smiga entitled 'Love in the Brain', states that another reason besides the existence of pheromones - we tend to be attracted to individual from factors like social and environmental influences, genetic information, and past experience contribute to who we are and who we find attractive physically and emotionally. Example; women were attracted to the smell of a man who was genetically similar, but not too similar, to their fathers. Which kinda explains some things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, kinda reminds me of Sigmund Freud's Oedipus complex for boys and Electra complex for girls. Boys have this UNCONSCIOUS wish to kill of his father and sexually possess his mother. Note that it is an unconscious wish, total unacceptable to a human brain and behavior. As for girls, she discovered she doesn't have a penis and blames her mother for it. Therefore, she tends to love her father more  and hope to share his father's penis because she has lost hers. In an acceptable society theory: daddy's girl and mama's boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In another major love theory, according to psychologist Zick Rubin, there are two basic love; compassionate and passionate love. Compassionate love is characterized by mutual respect, attachment, affection, and trust. Compassionate love usually develops out of feelings of mutual understanding and shared respect for each other. Whereas, passionate love is characterized by intense emotions, sexual attraction, anxiety, and affection. When these intense emotions are returned, people feel elated and fulfilled. Passionate love could last up to 6 to 30 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, what I would like to aim for the 'rare' type of love -from passionate to compassionate love. A relationships that combine the security and stability of compassionate with the intensity of passionate love. A bit more complex, I assumed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, pucker up lovers!&lt;br /&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/4981645959613756968-9025145215954541152?l=nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/feeds/9025145215954541152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/07/from-lovers-to-loonies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/9025145215954541152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/9025145215954541152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/07/from-lovers-to-loonies.html' title='From Lovers to Loonies.'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00885192937511472044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SVrbjuspYKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jy5y5AS_pAg/S220/P1010669.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/Slq3QHoWDCI/AAAAAAAAAYo/MsHvfjo1q_o/s72-c/love-you.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981645959613756968.post-8758338968759170933</id><published>2009-07-11T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T07:21:26.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Faboo List 13</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SlieogoK5bI/AAAAAAAAAYg/3ycSrRufclU/s1600-h/chris-evans-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SlieogoK5bI/AAAAAAAAAYg/3ycSrRufclU/s320/chris-evans-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357206175547581874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Man Candy: Chris Evans (I've just watched 'Nanny Diaries' again on the telly)&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Thing purchased: Checked Bermuda shorts. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Thing I ate: Popeye's Chicken. (super yummy)&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Craving for: A glass of water and French custard pie@Delifrance.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming of: Walking around in Paris.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Main Sickness: "I feel so lost" (mid 20's crisis/pre-quater life crisis or is it?)&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughed the Loudest: With my mum and sister. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Obsession: Jon &amp;amp; Kate Plus 8 (faves- Leah and Aeden.)&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annoyed that: My dad asked me to do things I don't want to do. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy that: I bought new pair of Marks and Spencer pants.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish List: Boyfriend jeans from Marks and Spenc&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;er &amp;amp; Prada '&lt;/span&gt;Glace' Calf Leather Bag. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad that: Munching lunch alone.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plan to: Sharpen my French or German.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Humming to: Eartha Kitt's "Je Cherche Un Homme"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Latest Great Discovery: Gel Eyeliner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Last Movie I saw: Halloween (on the telly- that dude is huge!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4981645959613756968-8758338968759170933?l=nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/feeds/8758338968759170933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/07/faboo-list-13.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/8758338968759170933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/8758338968759170933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/07/faboo-list-13.html' title='Faboo List 13'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00885192937511472044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SVrbjuspYKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jy5y5AS_pAg/S220/P1010669.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SlieogoK5bI/AAAAAAAAAYg/3ycSrRufclU/s72-c/chris-evans-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981645959613756968.post-7884384838390276496</id><published>2009-07-11T06:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T06:54:11.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daniel Radcliffe on David Letterman 09</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;object width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GodmXEKT5cc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GodmXEKT5cc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh, gosh. When they showed the younger and the NOW picture of Daniel Radcliffe - he looked much more pale. Another Brit to play a vampire character? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nonetheless, he's super cute. Plus, when he talks he tends to stare and gazed into space. Seemed scary that's all. Plus, he's surprisingly funny and a fast talker. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Watch the interview. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;To Azlan: He's better than ur guy in Harry Potter! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4981645959613756968-7884384838390276496?l=nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/feeds/7884384838390276496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/07/daniel-radcliffe-on-david-letterman-09.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/7884384838390276496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/7884384838390276496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/07/daniel-radcliffe-on-david-letterman-09.html' title='Daniel Radcliffe on David Letterman 09'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00885192937511472044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SVrbjuspYKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jy5y5AS_pAg/S220/P1010669.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981645959613756968.post-2078542253519667749</id><published>2009-07-11T05:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T06:55:47.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Think Before You Act</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SliXOirzacI/AAAAAAAAAYY/USAthB3l5ck/s1600-h/deer-vs-deer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 272px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SliXOirzacI/AAAAAAAAAYY/USAthB3l5ck/s320/deer-vs-deer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357198032841697730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Scene taken during a rainy day @ Asia Cafe' SS15, Subang Jaya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Spotted 2 adult males battling it out in front of a major crowd. Before u start to imagining the worst. It's nothing like what u've seen in 'Fight Club'. No blood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Don't know really what the cause of the fight in the first place. By the time I turned, the Indian guy  punched (what seemed to be a sucker punch to the cheek) the Malay dude who is enjoying his dinner with 2 chicks and another dude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Act 2, the Malay dude stood up and give the other guy a good shoved ----and now, the dudes are chest to chest against each other. A few uncommon words of fight wisdom lashes on. The chicks with the Malay dude were holding his wrist - asking him to cool down. And the other dude with him, try to pull the Indian guy away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've seen fights before, some are civil in fight terms, and most are annoying. BUT, this fight would fall into a normal argument of misunderstanding if the Indian dude didn't have his toddler son at his arms and his pregnant wife with him while he punched, shoved, swore (in order). Disgustingly disturbing. How appalling!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The egotistic battles ends when others intervene (not the public - we just stared at them). I felt sad for the pregnant wife when she apologized to the other guy - and he accepts it, while the disgruntled hubby just dashes away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Note: When getting into a physical fight. Make sure there is no toddlers or kids around, particularly your own. - Not setting a good example. And you'll just humiliate yourself.&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/4981645959613756968-2078542253519667749?l=nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/feeds/2078542253519667749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/07/think-before-you-act.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/2078542253519667749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/2078542253519667749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/07/think-before-you-act.html' title='Think Before You Act'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00885192937511472044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SVrbjuspYKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jy5y5AS_pAg/S220/P1010669.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SliXOirzacI/AAAAAAAAAYY/USAthB3l5ck/s72-c/deer-vs-deer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981645959613756968.post-8876562783246979007</id><published>2009-07-09T03:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T04:00:24.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Watch This with Caution: Skrip 7707</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SlXNv0gRjdI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/0WbJN2j-3Z0/s1600-h/skrip7707-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SlXNv0gRjdI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/0WbJN2j-3Z0/s320/skrip7707-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356413553258630610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;On Tuesday, I was one of the 'fortunate' peeps to go to  the screening of this local horror flick entitled; "Skrip 7707".  This movie is supposedly be release next week on 16th July, in my experiences of premiers and first screenings, this got to be the earliest one before date of official release, AND, unfortunately enough one of the worst horror flick. Don't get me wrong, I've seen local horror flicks at the cinema before, and I enjoyed it, but this one, I laughed all the way and it's not even during the comedic scenes. Sad, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me summerize the movie, it's pretty simple, really - Norman (KRU) played the film producer/director who came into a creative block looking for a horror script for his next film. With, tons of scripts (in close ups, you can see its actually a student's assignments reports) on his table, he bashed out his personal asst/secretary to round up all his staff at the place what seemed to be the SCARIEST place to her: a Chinese cemetery. There's like 9 of them - including Norman - so, that makes 9 individual stories. Basically, the stories are pretty bleak to begin with, with just a hint of mystery and horror. Note: JUST A HINT. At the end of the movie, Norman has come to another writer's block; he doesn't know how to end the movie with 9 different/individual stories. So, the twist at the end: SPOILER ALERT: he discovered he has mistaken the date of the 'heart-to-heart-camping-horror-story telling' with his staff, as he looked upon his camera where he supposedly documented the whole conversation, he saw the 'ghost' of each of the stories itself with him at the Chinese graveyard. Supposedly spooky. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ghosts in the movie are in full make up, I mean, one looked like baru lepas celebrate Deepavalli, the other looked like Chinese opera. With lack attention to detail - poor sets, props, locations, wardrobe, make up and most importantly story line. One scene is so depressingly sad, I swear I heard people laughing at it - a bloody baby who is clearly a mechanical toy you could purchase at any toy store. Plus, the dialogues and use of language!!?? The whole movie seemed like it was set during the 50's  (eg. 'Kekasih') and some shows races stereotypical characteristics that were poorly executed. Where's the authenticity of the whole atmostphere in the movie? Definitely not consistent. Research. Research. Research.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I went to catch this movie, I did a research on it. Basically the hoopla was Fasha Sanda, in her birthday suit wearing only a piece of Batik cloth (berkemban). And, dudes...she's wet in it too. How cliche'. I think the movie's survival technique is to promote that particular scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen much older movies that are STILL giving me the hibbies-jibbies! (eg.'Main-main hantu'). Simple. Funny. Scary sloppy make up. Damn right entertaining. Love it. I've watched the 'Keliwon' series on TV3, and I DO think it's entertaining. Original. That's a Malaysian ghost stories.&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/4981645959613756968-8876562783246979007?l=nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/feeds/8876562783246979007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/07/watch-this-with-caution-skrip-7707.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/8876562783246979007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/8876562783246979007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/07/watch-this-with-caution-skrip-7707.html' title='Watch This with Caution: Skrip 7707'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00885192937511472044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SVrbjuspYKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jy5y5AS_pAg/S220/P1010669.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SlXNv0gRjdI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/0WbJN2j-3Z0/s72-c/skrip7707-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981645959613756968.post-7369217746266633214</id><published>2009-07-05T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T23:09:26.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Out with the Old, In with the New!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lately I have bunch of my old mates texting and calling me with their new numbers. So, being the 'never bothered' person I am, usually when peeps gave me their new number, I would just label it as 'their name - new'. To the extent, I would have two of the same contact label, but not sure which one is the latest. Plus, some peeps would have up to 5 numbers, which is tedious for me when calling them - having to try one number at a time. I don't know why people changes phone numbers like their changes their clothes. I had my number - the one I'm STILL using since form 3 or 4, phones may change gradually over the years but I still have the same digits. I may have changed my number ONLY once, because I left my phone at home, and I was staying at a dormantry, so, I need a number that my family and friends could reach me in case of emergency. Borrowed my friend's other phone and bought a new sim card; for a week I was a Maxis user. Then, of course, I sold the sim card to my friend and back to my old self. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, being the LOYAL person I am, I had this number for almost a decade (I had already changed the sim card but not the number), gradually, after collecting bunch of numbers from strangers, hotels, friends, families, lecturers, colleagues, room mates, classmates, ETC, my sim card have finally reached it's limit. Of course, I need to go through the names one alphabet at a time to cut the unknown, 'don't remember', and crazy people I don't want or lost contact of. Out with the old, in with the new! &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As I go through, I sort of took a trip down memory lane - trying to remember the exact person with their numbers. I have ALMOST every lecturer's number (I was the class rep back in my diploma days), one lecturer I even have his house number (because he kept using his house number to call me). I've realized I have some of the most funniest and bizarre, yet, strangely disgusting lecturers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Once, I have a lecturer that won't start a class until I was there - just me, other people don't have this type of 'honor'. Which is kinda sucks for the days I want to skip it. Truth be told, I never skipped his class before, because of my recognizable face and excellent discipline! hehe. I could get away with anything with my reputation he gave me credit for. FYI, I got an A for his class. Actually, to think it, I get away with laziness and talking in class, through out my academic days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Back in the days, I have a bunch of male lecturers, all of them, are as horny as a teenager. The reason I said that, because they always make me and my friends felt uncomforable. But, not to worry, I was not alone most of the time, I was usually with my friends laughing away to their perverted remarks and ignoring the poor bastards at the same time. Plus, they &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;should &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;know it's a woman's prerogative to take the advantage of weak men -  nothing of vulgarity of any kind, just plain charm of acting to listen. Once, a lecturer of mine, just came out from his sounding sleep at his office, then, realizing he have a class to teach to ( he missed the class for a freaking hour!), then, instead of going up the classroom, he sat himself with my friends,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; with 'morning' breath (yuck!) and sleepy face, he said he was tired and sleepy, I scolded him that he have a class upstairs, he just smiled on, and rubbing is arms and hands between his legs, then, my friend teased him to just continue on sleeping..he replied, with a dirty smirk: "Kalau tido sorang-sorang tak best...". Being a daring trio we are, me and my friends replied, "EWW! tak sedar! ingat nak ada orang tido ngan dia!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then, there's this lecturer that kept coming to me and my friends to confide in us about his countless girlfriends -the first thing he does before starting the lesson of the day. Most of the time, we would brag about his family or dissing him (just to spite him), but then, he didn't take it personal, instead he took it as a joke. He is a typical spoil brat that still didn't realized what he got back home (a family!). To make things worst, his wife is working at the same place, but didn't teach us. P.S: I also got an A for his subject too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then, there's my share of 'orang giler'. I literally label them 'org giler' 1,2,3...in my phone. Orang giler number one: I got his number when I accidentally sent a quick message to a friend, the message goes: "I pakai seluar." That's it. After I realized I sent it to the wrong number, the anonymous stranger replied the text. I was so embarassed. He texted about himself, to make things worst I discovered he worked in Shah Alam, which is where I am at that time. After ignoring series of attempts for an introduction he stopped. Thank God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Orang giler number 2:  I assumed he was an old classmate of mine, otherwise how the hell did he retrive my number. He wanted to remained as mysterious as ever - he won't tell me his name even when forced. Then, he miss called me again and again (never long enough for me to answer), and left me text messages that would make my skin crawls with agony. For a moment, I considered to change my number. When I called him, he won't answer and  would cancel the call. I went ballistic - to stop this manic casanova I've asked a few people to call him instead just to discover his identity. Once, when a friend of mine tried, he answered, my friend pretended to call her friend - the wrong number + embarass girl type of call. Being a typical dog, he took the liberty to flirt with my friend. But, when asked who is it, he won't answer and hung up. I finally end the agony by telling him off - I have a boyfriend excuse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; He contributes the most disgusting line ever: "I love your body, I love your words, and I love you..." - What the heck!?!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Other than, perverts and maniacs, I have a list of peeps and dormitory mates that I would just want to forget and can't remember at the first place. There's only a HANDFUL of peeps from this 'era' are left in my phone. The ones I kept are the ones that counts. These people can expect open house invitations and future wedding invites from me. Hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;School are like so 3 months ago. Totally washed my hand to that! Here's a few pics down memory lane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SlGPqe4wJpI/AAAAAAAAAXw/gDlWJXW2Am0/s1600-h/raub.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SlGPqe4wJpI/AAAAAAAAAXw/gDlWJXW2Am0/s320/raub.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355219391928608402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;@ Raub, Pahang for Brassband camping trip (Hate it!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SlGPqCPFiyI/AAAAAAAAAXo/CNH7XAbOlLI/s1600-h/kecik.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SlGPqCPFiyI/AAAAAAAAAXo/CNH7XAbOlLI/s320/kecik.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355219384237656866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Age 7, I think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SlGPpxfs_0I/AAAAAAAAAXg/RQg4DnaYFSk/s1600-h/blue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SlGPpxfs_0I/AAAAAAAAAXg/RQg4DnaYFSk/s320/blue.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355219379743948610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;With one of my oldest mates @ AMP Radio meeting boyband Blue! (Duncan has the softest cheeks!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SlGPpoxBTVI/AAAAAAAAAXY/lmyIyiMTv7Q/s1600-h/bai.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 220px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SlGPpoxBTVI/AAAAAAAAAXY/lmyIyiMTv7Q/s320/bai.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355219377400663378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Another oldest mates of mine - Bai @ our classro&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;om&lt;/span&gt; (i hacked the identity of the 'org giler' with her help!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SlGPpVu0AvI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/_CclRdSlwoY/s1600-h/grad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SlGPpVu0AvI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/_CclRdSlwoY/s320/grad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355219372291130098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Graduating kindergarten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SlGQJBYrH4I/AAAAAAAAAYI/j_T0LnKq1gU/s1600-h/wazir.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 219px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SlGQJBYrH4I/AAAAAAAAAYI/j_T0LnKq1gU/s320/wazir.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355219916585377666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With the head of the footwear dept - checking my sketches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SlGQI1LLR6I/AAAAAAAAAYA/DO6O6smBVGY/s1600-h/US.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SlGQI1LLR6I/AAAAAAAAAYA/DO6O6smBVGY/s320/US.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355219913307539362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1st trip to LA! Age 7!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SlGQIvsTgII/AAAAAAAAAX4/sGvwUj7yHmg/s1600-h/rendah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 144px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SlGQIvsTgII/AAAAAAAAAX4/sGvwUj7yHmg/s320/rendah.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355219911835877506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My face is so freaking oily whenever balik from school. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4981645959613756968-7369217746266633214?l=nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/feeds/7369217746266633214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/07/out-with-old-in-with-new.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/7369217746266633214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/7369217746266633214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/07/out-with-old-in-with-new.html' title='Out with the Old, In with the New!'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00885192937511472044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SVrbjuspYKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jy5y5AS_pAg/S220/P1010669.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SlGPqe4wJpI/AAAAAAAAAXw/gDlWJXW2Am0/s72-c/raub.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981645959613756968.post-8240698628354433086</id><published>2009-07-01T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T09:17:19.532-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love This Site: shopstarstyle.com</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Apparently this site's group on Facebook added me as a friend through my other fave and rave shopping site; eluxury.com. I thought; "Wow, up to 85% off from retail prices for designer handbags?!"....- I'm in!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;What's so lovely and dear about it that its categorized the handbags according to celebrity looks. These handbags you would probably seen these celebs toting around town with. So, of course, my eyes gander at the letter M and L of the celeb listings. M for Mary-Kate and Ashley Olsen (love their 'effortless' style), while L for Lauren Conrad for her lovely (and much envied by me!!) Chanel Jumbo bag. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;To my wondrous surprise, my Chanel Jumbo quilt flip bag sold for USD250. Its a bargain if you're asked me!? Most ofthe bags are below USD500; the ones that I like so far-lah! It all seemed too good to be true, maybe it is ..maybe it's not. Whatever it is, it definitely caught my attention (and my heart!) to own that taunting Chanel Jumbo bag!! Damn u! Someday I'm gonna wrap you around my arms! &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/4981645959613756968-8240698628354433086?l=nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/feeds/8240698628354433086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/07/love-this-site-shopstarstylecom.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/8240698628354433086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/8240698628354433086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/07/love-this-site-shopstarstylecom.html' title='Love This Site: shopstarstyle.com'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00885192937511472044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SVrbjuspYKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jy5y5AS_pAg/S220/P1010669.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981645959613756968.post-5746580948306978276</id><published>2009-07-01T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T07:40:08.848-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Super cute song!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_1F1ZsWbFAM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_1F1ZsWbFAM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's so relaxed, comfortable, and warm. Just how a person in love should be feeling. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My fave line:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"..And you know how people shorten other people's names&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; to show their affection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; like if you called me Ray, if my name was Raymond&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; well your name ain't Susan but I would call you Sue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; to show you how bad I like to be with you.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4981645959613756968-5746580948306978276?l=nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/feeds/5746580948306978276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/07/super-cute-song.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/5746580948306978276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/5746580948306978276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/07/super-cute-song.html' title='Super cute song!'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00885192937511472044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SVrbjuspYKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jy5y5AS_pAg/S220/P1010669.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981645959613756968.post-7823486988104380744</id><published>2009-06-30T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T07:35:03.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5 days in Paris.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;With the economy downturn and the swine flu epidemic, it is not safe to travel at the moment. Although, some people I know who just came back from the US, did raved about how we tend to blow this matter out of portion. People over the States didn't walked around in masks like we are over here. But, then again, we better be safe than sorry, aite? So, what a girl to do with insufficient funds and fever from piggies than lead people to a nervous breakdown more than it can kill them? -The girl could dream/plan for her next stop to Paris!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fortunately, I've been to the City of Lights once before. It was a gift from my dad as part of his 'graduation' gift to me. Sayang my dad for that! Unfortunately, I only got 4 full days in Paris, and plus other 2 days that counts me abroad in the skies with the flying peanuts. So, my plan is to have 5 full days in Paris.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Day One.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Upon arriving at Charles de Gaulle airport, I will get my necessities; purchasing the train pass and the museum pass. See, the train system is just like ours, so its not that hard (except the destination are all in French) to determined which stops to take and which line to follow. Once you know where to go and which stops to get off to, you're safe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SkrxbnrdCvI/AAAAAAAAAWY/JwYx4_SoLCU/s1600-h/hcom_888905_13_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SkrxbnrdCvI/AAAAAAAAAWY/JwYx4_SoLCU/s320/hcom_888905_13_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353356563893258994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Firstly, of course, time to refresh yourself. That means a quick nap will do to reenergize myself. This time, I would preferably much to stay in a hotel near to Eiffel Tower, a place like Paris Eiffel Cambronne&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;where you can walk in minutes to Eiffel Tower. After taking a much deserving shower, I will go down to the supermarket; like my mother, I love-love-love exploring local supermarkets or hypermarkets wherever I go. Over there, I need to get a few supplies, like mineral bottles, Coke, and bread. Then, make a quick stop at the bakery on the way back to buy some warm toasty baguettes and choquettes. Went back to hotel, and refuel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SkrvtoC6fbI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/Jgz00iinUkk/s1600-h/Eiffel_tower_from_the_neighborhood.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SkrvtoC6fbI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/Jgz00iinUkk/s320/Eiffel_tower_from_the_neighborhood.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353354674206047666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Done with lunch, I will then visit the Eiffel Tower. Admire the structure and the surroundings while I'm under it. So majestic! Then, climbed up to the higest peak, and admire Paris itself. Next, an afternoon tea/espresso/coffee at the Eiffel Tower Cafe'. Take the time to immersed myself to the obvious knowledge that I AM IN FREAKING PARIS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/Skrx2xQ0qII/AAAAAAAAAWg/A7NNQ1tZUOA/s1600-h/ArcDeTriompheNightSmall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 269px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/Skrx2xQ0qII/AAAAAAAAAWg/A7NNQ1tZUOA/s320/ArcDeTriompheNightSmall.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353357030322382978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After an hour or two at the tower, its time to to venture out to Arc de Triomphe. Here, you have to climb up what seemed to be an endless flight of stairs. They even have a small corner for you to rest. The stairs will take a lot of energy from you. While on top, admire the artifacts, then the finale, basked in the lovely view of Paris in another angle. I will take my time on the top just admiring the view, because later I will have to climb down the freaking stairs again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After Arc de Triomphe, I will head back to the hotel, but not just yet. It's important to know your surroundings at the place you stay in. To note if there is a nearby hospital, pharmacy, banks, cafe's, supermarkets and Metro Station. After walking around the neighbourhood, its time to call it a day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day Two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SkryTW8ArnI/AAAAAAAAAWo/BbRZ697H6TQ/s1600-h/pyramide_louvre.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SkryTW8ArnI/AAAAAAAAAWo/BbRZ697H6TQ/s320/pyramide_louvre.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353357521471975026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm gonna wake up freaking early because I will be excited for the next destination: Musee de Louvre. I dedicate the whole day to only one venue!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;More than 35, 000 artworks with thematic and crossed departments, any art freak or just simply people with impeccable taste WILL enjoy this. Trust me, just walking around, climbing the HUGE staircase, have a bite at the cafe and admiring the artworks and artifacts, is enough for the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Day Three&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Visiting Musee Rodin. I love old mansions, like the ones from 19th or 18th century with the huge landscape garden. So, I definitely love Musee Rodin because the museum itself was the artist's old residence. A few of his beloved scuptures were spread out on the mansion's compound.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SkrzjtG6zOI/AAAAAAAAAWw/jsS2LedOsAI/s1600-h/Paris-Musee_Rodin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SkrzjtG6zOI/AAAAAAAAAWw/jsS2LedOsAI/s320/Paris-Musee_Rodin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353358901812841698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Next, I'll visit Musee D'orsay. Just to see Van Gogh's, Munch's, and Monet's. The place is equally spectacular!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/Skr0patGqwI/AAAAAAAAAW4/sjDjOjfvRYE/s1600-h/Paris-MuseeD%27Orsay2-W.jpg."&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/Skr0patGqwI/AAAAAAAAAW4/sjDjOjfvRYE/s320/Paris-MuseeD%27Orsay2-W.jpg." alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353360099463572226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Day Four&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Shopping at La Vallee Outlet Shopping Village. Since, this is a long journey by train, take the advantage to enjoy the scenary. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;La Vallee is a best-buy factory outlets mall in the east of Paris&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Offering 70 prestigious and luxury brands with reduce pries. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I would go gaga for these brands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In my shopping list includes: A Salvatore Ferragamo classic ribbon flats in black, Burberry handbag, and a red Furla long French purse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Check out the official site for this: http://www.lavalleevillage.com/fr_FR/?lan=en&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/LAFAMI%7E1/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SkttGwpn8WI/AAAAAAAAAXA/KEgaixo-Bo4/s1600-h/village.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SkttGwpn8WI/AAAAAAAAAXA/KEgaixo-Bo4/s320/village.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353492544966095202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Day Five&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Strolling and maybe some window shopping at streets of Champ de Elysee. Maybe I should save my money to buy a Chanel 2.55 Jumbo bag or a Louis V., maybe? Just to feel the thrill to shop there instead of purchasing it over at KLCC or Pavillion. Plus, I might get my hands on some limited e's from these Parisian fashion houses. Or just finished my couple 100 Euros at Sephora will do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Champ de Elysee is a great place for celebrity spotting. I know because while I was there, Justin Timberlake was shopping in Paris too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SktvIrF5h3I/AAAAAAAAAXI/b0rOIGkxsUw/s1600-h/Champs_Elysees_Paris_Wikimedia_Commons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 130px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SktvIrF5h3I/AAAAAAAAAXI/b0rOIGkxsUw/s320/Champs_Elysees_Paris_Wikimedia_Commons.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353494776857069426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After a tiring day of shopping maybe I'll stop by one of those cafe' that sprout like wild mushrooms at every way you turn. They are like local kopitiam just with over priced coffees and breakfasts, AND better looking peop&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;le to stare at. A good space for people watching. &lt;/span&gt;A must do in Paris!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's that. That's all I can think of in my next 'dream' trip to Paris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just make sure you'll dress appropriately and chic as possible. Good looking guys, I mean REALLY good looking guys that looks like they came off from a Vogue photo shoot just roaming around from the moment you land in Paris. They are on superbikes wearing suits and mufflers a'la Jude Law in Alfie, on the train with long soft dirty blonde hair and reading glasses reading a book (I'm just decribing the hotties that I saw!),and  at the museums -just plain hot. Totally hands down! the most best looking peeps I ever laid my eyes on (in person).&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, u might want to look your best when meeting a hot French dude, aite?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Au revoir!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4981645959613756968-7823486988104380744?l=nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/feeds/7823486988104380744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/06/5-days-in-paris.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/7823486988104380744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/7823486988104380744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/06/5-days-in-paris.html' title='5 days in Paris.'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00885192937511472044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SVrbjuspYKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jy5y5AS_pAg/S220/P1010669.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SkrxbnrdCvI/AAAAAAAAAWY/JwYx4_SoLCU/s72-c/hcom_888905_13_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981645959613756968.post-426324995382473113</id><published>2009-06-29T02:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T03:27:53.251-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Faboo List 11</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SkiWVtDjzPI/AAAAAAAAAWI/eE7QydK7j1U/s1600-h/Daniel+Radcliffe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SkiWVtDjzPI/AAAAAAAAAWI/eE7QydK7j1U/s400/Daniel+Radcliffe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352693456745778418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Man Candy: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel Radcliffe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(so young yet so CUTE!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming of: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living in the 19th century. Straight from a Jane Austen's novel.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smiled the widest when: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Air punching my brother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Last Purchased:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pore Minimizer by Z.A Cosmetics. (good purchase!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Last thing I ate:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate covered 'Rocky' biscuit stick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Fave Routine: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making my nephew laughs.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go shopping without me paying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Sad to: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;King of Pop had passed and to spend my own money.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently reading:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'A Girl for All Seasons" - Camilla Morton&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;and the July issue of In Style mag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughed the Loudest:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While watching Graham Norton show. If I were in his show, I would most definitely be speechless!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most bizarre thing that happened lately:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;While eating at my fave place for Penang Kueh Teow @ Kelana Jaya, my mum noticed the wok behind us was in flames, AND, it was left unattended. So, being the good civilian she is, she reached someone's attention to the fire, thankfully we noticed it, because after they splashed some water, we discovered the wok has nothing in it, and there's a hole through it already. Basically, that's the end of the burning wok.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Movie I Saw: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Sassy Girl.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Craving for:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;????? I ate it all!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next Purchase:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marks and Spencer's capri pants.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't Wait for/to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch the next installment of Harry Potter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Planning to: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spend the whole Saturday out and about.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently Crazy About: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where's Wally travel book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;The Last Time I Cringed: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While on the road.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humming to: &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She's a genius" by Jet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4981645959613756968-426324995382473113?l=nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/feeds/426324995382473113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/06/faboo-list-11_29.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/426324995382473113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/426324995382473113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/06/faboo-list-11_29.html' title='Faboo List 11'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00885192937511472044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SVrbjuspYKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jy5y5AS_pAg/S220/P1010669.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SkiWVtDjzPI/AAAAAAAAAWI/eE7QydK7j1U/s72-c/Daniel+Radcliffe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981645959613756968.post-1753374720551973934</id><published>2009-06-22T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T20:20:08.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Faboo List 11</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SkBJc9Jyi3I/AAAAAAAAAWA/Xhrb4atHRl0/s1600-h/matt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 145px; height: 333px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SkBJc9Jyi3I/AAAAAAAAAWA/Xhrb4atHRl0/s400/matt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350357119116938098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Man Candy:&lt;/span&gt; Matt Flynn (Maroon 5's Drummer)&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming of:&lt;/span&gt; Spending the whole day at Musee de Louvre, Paris.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughed the hardest:&lt;/span&gt; While watching Spongebob Squarepants.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last thing I ate:&lt;/span&gt; Lay's Barbeque chips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Addicted to: &lt;/span&gt;Harvest Moon for Nintendo DS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Missing most:&lt;/span&gt; Holding kitties!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indulgences:&lt;/span&gt; Lunches&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy to be:&lt;/span&gt; Unemployed and looking.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current State of Mind:&lt;/span&gt; I'm a farmer in my head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Smiled the Widest: &lt;/span&gt;When Jason Mraz's "You and I Both" vid came up on the telly and when I finally got my Michael Kor's watch (thanks mumzy!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Can't wait for:&lt;/span&gt; To Watch Transformers 2!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Next Purchase:&lt;/span&gt; ????&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favourite Routine:&lt;/span&gt; Waking up at 9am!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Craving For:&lt;/span&gt; Berrilicious Chocolate Pavlova @ Delicious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4981645959613756968-1753374720551973934?l=nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/feeds/1753374720551973934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/06/faboo-list-11.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/1753374720551973934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/1753374720551973934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/06/faboo-list-11.html' title='Faboo List 11'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00885192937511472044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SVrbjuspYKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jy5y5AS_pAg/S220/P1010669.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SkBJc9Jyi3I/AAAAAAAAAWA/Xhrb4atHRl0/s72-c/matt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981645959613756968.post-1823704936498279033</id><published>2009-06-22T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T19:54:27.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't Wait: "The Time Traveler's Wife"</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="500" height="315"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/USUDlMBR-dQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/USUDlMBR-dQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="315"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Staring Eric Bana (Time Traveler) and Rachel McAdams (the love interest). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I guess u can figure out the catch to this movie already, Eric Bana plays the man who has the ability to time travel, I know, what an awesome power aite? But, the sucky part is, he can't control it, so imagine he's married Rachel McAdams in the process which he met when she was a little girl, but then throughout the movie he keep vanishing off to another time. Leaving his wife alone. Now, that's the drama for u. It's a bittersweet love story. Sure to watch it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;P.s: I tried to read the book once, and for a time travel book, it's a slow read. Looks like the movie is far more interesting. &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/4981645959613756968-1823704936498279033?l=nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/feeds/1823704936498279033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/06/cant-wait-time-travelers-wife.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/1823704936498279033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/1823704936498279033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/06/cant-wait-time-travelers-wife.html' title='Can&apos;t Wait: &quot;The Time Traveler&apos;s Wife&quot;'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00885192937511472044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SVrbjuspYKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jy5y5AS_pAg/S220/P1010669.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981645959613756968.post-2456877992874355136</id><published>2009-06-18T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T20:57:36.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Try this: B.Wings</title><content type='html'>From the moment I got their flyer at the mail, I knew I had to try it. My family is a sucker for anything chicken wings...especially Buffalo wings. It reminds us the chicks wings we ate at Las Vegas. Super yummy. So, without wasting time, I gave them a call to deliver the yummers straight to my door step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SjsMhcKZYJI/AAAAAAAAAV4/uVLzQ4_3KOc/s1600-h/Photo0644.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SjsMhcKZYJI/AAAAAAAAAV4/uVLzQ4_3KOc/s320/Photo0644.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348882751067611282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SjsMhNY_47I/AAAAAAAAAVw/TeaxDSaYPyg/s1600-h/Photo0643.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SjsMhNY_47I/AAAAAAAAAVw/TeaxDSaYPyg/s320/Photo0643.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348882747102323634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fyi, they have 6 different flavors to choose from. My pick would be the barbeque and the hot sauce. Superb. The price range are from RM21  (20 pcs) to RM50. They even have value meals that all cost below RM10. And, they don't charge for the delivery. They have set family meals, that are quite pricey: cost around RM41 for a 20 pcs chicks + vegetables + 2 cupcakes + a big bottle of Coke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, have a go the next time you visit SS15, Subang Jaya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4981645959613756968-2456877992874355136?l=nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/feeds/2456877992874355136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/06/try-this-bwings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/2456877992874355136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/2456877992874355136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/06/try-this-bwings.html' title='Try this: B.Wings'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00885192937511472044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SVrbjuspYKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jy5y5AS_pAg/S220/P1010669.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SjsMhcKZYJI/AAAAAAAAAV4/uVLzQ4_3KOc/s72-c/Photo0644.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981645959613756968.post-6980474672945078576</id><published>2009-06-15T23:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T23:40:45.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Faboo List 10</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/Sjc-BJZ-CzI/AAAAAAAAAVo/RTFmS9zw3WA/s1600-h/seth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/Sjc-BJZ-CzI/AAAAAAAAAVo/RTFmS9zw3WA/s320/seth.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347811271951387442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Man Candy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Seth Rogen (super hilarious!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Humming to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'The Climb' by Miley Cyrus (really, it somehow catches on..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dreaming of:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Island vacation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Craving for:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanilla Shake @ McDonald's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Coolest thing I did:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching 3-D version of 'Monsters vs. Aliens'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scariest thing I did:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First job interview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I'm missing:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daddy and old classmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Things that been bugging me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Job hunting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Hooked on:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Brain Age' and 'Harvest Moon' on Nintendo DS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Favorite Past-time:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waking up late and playing Nintendo DS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Latest Thing I cooked:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pancakes with strawberry jam and honey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Indulgences:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expensive lunches and dinners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Praying for:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dream job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Things to purchase next:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Kors' Tortoise Watch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4981645959613756968-6980474672945078576?l=nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/feeds/6980474672945078576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/06/faboo-list-10.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/6980474672945078576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/6980474672945078576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/06/faboo-list-10.html' title='Faboo List 10'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00885192937511472044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SVrbjuspYKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jy5y5AS_pAg/S220/P1010669.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/Sjc-BJZ-CzI/AAAAAAAAAVo/RTFmS9zw3WA/s72-c/seth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981645959613756968.post-3005165525092609495</id><published>2009-06-15T22:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T23:22:31.934-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Job Interview One: Chapter One</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I love the serendipity to this very first experience...how it is my first real job interview, and the company that potentially hiring me is called 'Chapter One'. I never had anyone interviewed me for a job before, I was fortunate enough to have my former employers to trust me to take me under their wings JUST by looking through my resumes. The only professional interview I had was when I wanted to get in the freaking school. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Honestly, I never heard of the company before until my cousin emailed me in Facebook asking me to check it out. My cousin was super nice to look after me - thanks for your kind gestu&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;re! Any-who! This particular company is the leading co for image consultant in Malaysia -  and we never heard of it before! &lt;/span&gt;Somehow, I'm sure you all have seen them before in newspapers and magazines. Just that we didn't pay much attention. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;You can tell it's a niche company by the location of the HQ and the office itself. It's pretty decent for starters. But I have to say I've work at better places before. Suddenly, I miss Bates141 and ACP Magazine because they are near to Starbucks Coffee. Hehe. Just a 5 minutes walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I scout the place a day before the interview, just to get the hang of things, I was dumbfounded by the location - it is next to a automobile workshop. Besides that, the area have massive traffic jams. That's double frown. Well, that's down, the very day I left home around 9:15am from home as I thought my interview is at 10am-11am! I manage to find a very lucrative parking spot behind the shop lots, and I have the aircond water dripping at the side of my car from the neighboring shops...definitely cramming my style. As taking my long walk - (my car is at the other end of shop lots and the office is at the other), my mobile phone buzz - a text message from the company reminding me I have an interview with them , I thought how sweet!! ...then as I read on...it states...the interview schelduled at 11am!! And, I was there at 9:40am already! This makes up to 3 frowns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frantic and a little amused, I texted back stating that I am already there. No replies as I walked up the office. So, I buzz the door, and the person who was texting me opened the door. She asked me why am I so early...I replied with my assumption and certainty that the person who called me yesterday morning said 10am to 11am. And, she was like..'Oh, is it?'&lt;br /&gt;I greeted the 2 ladies that seemed to be the only 2 people there- with a smile. They make me sat at this square sofa with black and white geometry prints on it which is in front of my interviewer's office. As I waited I browse an old copy of Cleo magazine and pretending to read I can't even concertrate while they were talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After what seemed like a 3 minutes break, my interviewer called me. My first impression, what a very pleasant dude! My first question was.."tell me about yourself?"...after short introduction, he seemed not pleased, he wanted more info...and played coy and asked, what else he needed to know..he replied.."What do you think I need to know?"...then, I start to babble again on my professional experiences. Talked about my family, my work experiences, my weakness and strengths, my dreams and goals...and at the end he analyzed me by saying that I am 'unstable' and a sort of 'Jack of all Traders'...he gave me an advice...which a damn good one- to sort my priorities. He said that he is impressed with me and my communication skills as compared to other candidates he interviewed before. Then, he said, its my turn to ask questions...so I babbled away all my uncertainties about the company and the job. He was babbling away and I was nodding away. We ended the conversation with a smile...he has nice wrinkles on his face. *Apa lar, Nad ni!!* Four frowns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, he said he will go through my application with the other lady in charge, and he said I would probably need to see the lady too later on. So, from there, we bid our 'auf wiedersehen'. Proximity of interview length: 30 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Good luck to all my mates who are hunting for jobs now!&lt;/span&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/4981645959613756968-3005165525092609495?l=nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/feeds/3005165525092609495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/06/job-interview-one-chapter-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/3005165525092609495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/3005165525092609495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/06/job-interview-one-chapter-one.html' title='Job Interview One: Chapter One'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00885192937511472044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SVrbjuspYKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jy5y5AS_pAg/S220/P1010669.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981645959613756968.post-6819456890673759532</id><published>2009-06-10T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T20:34:53.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I WANT IT: Chanel 2.55 Bag</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SjB5Ig2u9cI/AAAAAAAAAVY/qy9CweRTjz0/s1600-h/chanel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SjB5Ig2u9cI/AAAAAAAAAVY/qy9CweRTjz0/s320/chanel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345905944854197698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yes, u saw tons of celebrities parading this bag around town. And, yes it kinda influences me to own one. But one celebrity that really planted the idea into me, her name is Lauren Conrad. What's not to love about it? Its timeless! Sturdy design (I'm referring to the structure). And, its quilted and practical! I want it so bad and in a biggest size. This 'it' bag alone, is my fuel to my tiny-itty-bitty flame to find work ASAP so I could save up to finally own one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SjB7ABVBvMI/AAAAAAAAAVg/12Ty7HDeDmM/s1600-h/laurenconrad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 208px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SjB7ABVBvMI/AAAAAAAAAVg/12Ty7HDeDmM/s320/laurenconrad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345907997975624898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Damn u Lauren Conrad!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/4981645959613756968-6819456890673759532?l=nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/feeds/6819456890673759532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-want-it-chanel-255-bag.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/6819456890673759532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/6819456890673759532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-want-it-chanel-255-bag.html' title='I WANT IT: Chanel 2.55 Bag'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00885192937511472044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SVrbjuspYKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jy5y5AS_pAg/S220/P1010669.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SjB5Ig2u9cI/AAAAAAAAAVY/qy9CweRTjz0/s72-c/chanel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981645959613756968.post-59242897767054175</id><published>2009-06-10T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T20:16:26.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do it for the money or love or glory?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My final exam results are not out yet, but I've already looking for jobs. Is that the right to do? Should I wait and be patient. Chill and enjoy the freedom (and boredom) while it last? I'm not the kind of person who favors just sit and watch. I hate waiting. Period! But this so-called relaxing honeymoon 'pre-post grad' act is getting old. And, I know I'm a bump, just by looking the size of my ever expanding thighs. Since I hate routines, I've accommodate myself with daily non-frantic activities. Reading, playing video games, going online looking for jobs and super hilarious news, updating my blog and running errands. Besides that, I always find excuses to go out, mainly for drinks with friends or just running around the shopping mall aimlessly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go for a quick vacay but this is not the right time to do. School holiday sucks! (for now). They are only good for lesser traffic jams during rush hour which is a gem for those who are employed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about employment, I have scared myself with the scarious question of all: "What if...?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;What if I took a job at......? Is it the right career path?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Do I have the charisma and talent to go ahead?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;What if the place is far, and I have to drive, that means I have to battle in the jams every other day to work? That means I'm prone to traffic accidents and besides that my car will be in danger - Scully alone at the parking lot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;What if I get bored?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;What if the colleagues are not compatible with me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;What if the environment is decieving?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; What if my car makes problems while I'm at work/after work?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;What if I have to work late and all alone? (don't really mind that!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;What if I have to drive a lot to get where I needed to be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Should I do it for the money? Love? Or glory?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Those are the questions running in my head. But ultimately, there are answers to every question. Now that I've typed it and read it outloud, I realize that's the joy to life. You will never know what will happen, you hope and try as u might to make it right, but in the end life will take it's course. So, chill out and have fun while you're at it. New experiences is what counts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4981645959613756968-59242897767054175?l=nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/feeds/59242897767054175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/06/do-it-for-money-or-love-or-glory.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/59242897767054175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/59242897767054175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/06/do-it-for-money-or-love-or-glory.html' title='Do it for the money or love or glory?'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00885192937511472044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SVrbjuspYKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jy5y5AS_pAg/S220/P1010669.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981645959613756968.post-2104123516561762575</id><published>2009-06-08T20:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T22:10:19.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Faboo List 9</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/Si3bhxDj7AI/AAAAAAAAAUY/fM4lVnEeYt8/s1600-h/g.lbdy"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/Si3bhxDj7AI/AAAAAAAAAUY/fM4lVnEeYt8/s400/g.lbdy" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345169705909087234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Man Candy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gary Lightbody, David Adjey &amp;amp; Shia LaBeouf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/Si3prDeoZzI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/YoV7bPo8Rws/s1600-h/Photo0617.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/Si3prDeoZzI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/YoV7bPo8Rws/s320/Photo0617.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345185258636076850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Craving for:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delectable's Designer Cupcakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Dreaming of:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going on a luxury expedition cruise to Antarctica with loved ones. (Icebergs, whales and penguins!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;The latest fashion item I've purchased:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charles and Keith's nude color 'T' sandal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Currently busy with:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Job hunting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="285" width="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jswAKHBf4tA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jswAKHBf4tA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="285" width="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Currently I'm humming to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel Merriweather's 'Change'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm excited about: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marc Jacobs' Fall/Winter Collection 2009.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Things that have been bugging me lately&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;The internet connection. Freaking errors!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The song that is STILL stuck in my head but I don't know the title or even the singer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;One Utama parking space.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/Si3oGEoEFPI/AAAAAAAAAU4/zr3j7-OegUs/s1600-h/landofthelost_l200906011511.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 261px; height: 385px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/Si3oGEoEFPI/AAAAAAAAAU4/zr3j7-OegUs/s400/landofthelost_l200906011511.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345183523777287410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/Si3oX3zA5oI/AAAAAAAAAVI/P7Eg9u49--c/s1600-h/thegirlfriendexperience_l200905151430.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 261px; height: 385px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/Si3oX3zA5oI/AAAAAAAAAVI/P7Eg9u49--c/s400/thegirlfriendexperience_l200905151430.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345183829571200642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Movies I'm excited to see:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The latest Transformers movie, Land of The Lost, The Girlfriend Experience, &amp;amp; 17 Again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Favorite Routines:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Watching Playhouse Disney with my nephew - Amreel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Not-so-favorite Routines:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Online for jobs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The Last Thing I Checked-Off My To-Do List:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Go to UiTM to get my 'final year' student letter.&lt;/span&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/4981645959613756968-2104123516561762575?l=nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/feeds/2104123516561762575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/06/faboo-list-9.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/2104123516561762575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/2104123516561762575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/06/faboo-list-9.html' title='Faboo List 9'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00885192937511472044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SVrbjuspYKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jy5y5AS_pAg/S220/P1010669.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/Si3bhxDj7AI/AAAAAAAAAUY/fM4lVnEeYt8/s72-c/g.lbdy' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981645959613756968.post-4900194329776016243</id><published>2009-06-08T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T20:43:29.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mating season is up and running again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5Cuser%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;link rel="Edit-Time-Data" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5Cuser%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_editdata.mso"&gt;&lt;!--[if !mso]&gt; &lt;style&gt; v\:* {behavior:url(#default#VML);} o\:* {behavior:url(#default#VML);} w\:* {behavior:url(#default#VML);} .shape {behavior:url(#default#VML);} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="place"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="country-region"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="City"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="PlaceName"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;    &lt;w:usefelayout/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !mso]&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:38481807-CA0E-42D2-BF39-B33AF135CC4D" id="ieooui"&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;style&gt; st1\:*{behavior:url(#ieooui) } &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */  @font-face 	{font-family:"MS Mincho"; 	panose-1:2 2 6 9 4 2 5 8 3 4; 	mso-font-alt:"ＭＳ 明朝"; 	mso-font-charset:128; 	mso-generic-font-family:modern; 	mso-font-pitch:fixed; 	mso-font-signature:-1610612033 1757936891 16 0 131231 0;} @font-face 	{font-family:"\@MS Mincho"; 	panose-1:2 2 6 9 4 2 5 8 3 4; 	mso-font-charset:128; 	mso-generic-font-family:modern; 	mso-font-pitch:fixed; 	mso-font-signature:-1610612033 1757936891 16 0 131231 0;}  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"MS Mincho";} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{pag&lt;/style&gt;The kiddies school holiday is up and running again. That means got to stay away from shopping malls, theme parks and cinemas. Its gonna be jam pack with school kids and their parents. This also NOT the best time for vacations. The rates gonna be reaching the roof! And, plus what's the point of r &amp;amp; r if the whole freaking beach is filled with screaming kids. Besides the annoyance of jam pack capacity, school holiday also means the mating season are on again. These are the times for foreigners to experience local weddings, and for us locals to get excuses to eat more of those delicious 'nasi minyak'. For the down side of this 'faux-fabulous' season, this is when you discovered most main roads in your housing area are blocked by a huge freaking tent, and if your neighbor is getting hitch, even worst, the area near your house suddenly will be flooded with cars. Leaving you cursing to yourself in the car alone trying to get home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Note to self:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; Avoid doing wedding at your own house, and during school holidays. That's what weekends and public holidays are for.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;In a lighter and happier note, me and my sister had a road trip to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city style="font-family: georgia;" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Ipoh&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; last weekend to attend my sister friend's wedding. It is our first time in the lovely state. But the thing that cramming our style is the massive traffic jams at the highway. The jams were not caused by road accidents or in-coming traffic, it was simply caused by idioitics that wanted to change lanes to over take the slow heavy vehicles. What a drama. That annoying antics, caused our road trip close to 3 hours before safely reaching the destination (thanks GPS!). Due to that, I've lost my mind while on the way and back, and my sister cramped her right leg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="georgia" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/Si3Z7Ws70vI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/M3BDK9x1Bvo/s1600-h/Photo0619.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/Si3Z7Ws70vI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/M3BDK9x1Bvo/s320/Photo0619.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345167946488206066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="georgia" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Note to self:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Next time when decided to go for a road trip for more than 3 hours drive, don't do it during school holidays and make stops to rest. Even better, just fly by plane to the destination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along the way, we have the lovely scenary to calm us down -God's creation is so majestic. Here's a video:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="georgia" style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="georgia" style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/Si3ZXKpSQgI/AAAAAAAAAUI/wmSosFNyvNw/s1600-h/Photo0625.jpg"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-88d91664213ec1af" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D88d91664213ec1af%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331141573%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D71C4F1BAC8F91FD0FD6FDB660E63F946BCD19EE3.44D7477425BF6DCD90EADFE6A83F0092859CBF04%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D88d91664213ec1af%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DGRNVRwARGVVEt4_CwADExZ-oAHU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D88d91664213ec1af%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331141573%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D71C4F1BAC8F91FD0FD6FDB660E63F946BCD19EE3.44D7477425BF6DCD90EADFE6A83F0092859CBF04%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D88d91664213ec1af%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DGRNVRwARGVVEt4_CwADExZ-oAHU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;" align="center"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;v:shapetype id="_x0000_t75" coordsize="21600,21600" spt="75" preferrelative="t" path="m@4@5l@4@11@9@11@9@5xe" filled="f" stroked="f"&gt;  &lt;v:stroke joinstyle="miter"&gt;  &lt;v:formulas&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="if lineDrawn pixelLineWidth 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 1 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum 0 0 @1"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @2 1 2"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 0 1"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @6 1 2"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @8 21600 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @10 21600 0"&gt;  &lt;/v:formulas&gt;  &lt;v:path extrusionok="f" gradientshapeok="t" connecttype="rect"&gt;  &lt;o:lock ext="edit" aspectratio="t"&gt; &lt;/v:shapetype&gt;&lt;v:shape id="BLOG_video-acd3a9d6416116fc" spid="_x0000_i1025" type="#_x0000_t75" alt="" style="'width:24pt;height:24pt'/"&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Oh, along the way, we spotted some unusual phenomena at the highway; we saw hitchhikers!&lt;br /&gt;Seriously! I was like; "What the hell are these 4 Chinese/Japanese ladies doing at the side of the highway!?OMG! There are hitching for a ride!" Yes, the lovely tourist - all ladies, with their massive backpacks were doing that hand sign to hitch a ride. Well, we thought since it is unusual, I thought people didn't bother to give any ride to them, but I guess someone did. Cause after passing them for half an hour, we were stuck a light jam caused by these 4 girls, now that the highway turned into 2 lanes, people on the road got a better view of them hitchhiking. Plus, now that I thought of it, isn't it illegal to hitchhike in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Malaysia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;? Or is there no such rules?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While on the way, I had to pee so bad, so my sister dropped me by at Shell station. It was decent, but one person troubled me most. This old lady, old enough to be my grandmother, she was lining up for to the toilet, if I was the people lining up, I would let her go ahead first. Plus, she doesn't have anyone to assist her. Where the hell is her cucu or daughter? Aish, sungguh kesian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Note to self: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;Never leave your old man or women behind, always take good care of her! Or you'll be sorry!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After more than 2 hours of driving, we know that we arrived in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Ipoh&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; when we saw this huge sign up the hill:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/Siy7iAu5gWI/AAAAAAAAATA/VDXjim6abiE/s1600-h/Photo0622.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;v:shape id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344853050768589154" spid="_x0000_i1026" type="#_x0000_t75" alt="" style="'width:24pt;height:24pt'" button="t"&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/Si3YgWTvi9I/AAAAAAAAATw/frCPLiWUp5k/s1600-h/Photo0623.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/Si3YgWTvi9I/AAAAAAAAATw/frCPLiWUp5k/s320/Photo0623.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345166383014448082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought we trust the map attached to the wedding invitation because it seemed simple enough, but, oh, how wrong we were. That map turned into a tiny adventure. Let just say we got lost driving around the &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Ipoh&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;. So, after a few minutes of play ride, we decided to follow the GPS after all. Though, we drove into people's kampung, safe to say, we arrived at our destination. Thanks British-talking GPS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Note to Self:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Try to avoid marrying some dude from up north or other states in the Peninsular besides Selangor, if not, every festive season, you'll have to endure&lt;i&gt; this &lt;/i&gt;once again. Choose a partner that you can FLY to his hometown. Save time and energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After devouring the yummy food at the wedding, we took a ride around town - with the help from the GPS, of course! We thought of searching for the authentic coffee experience at ANY local kopitiam. Sadly, by the looks of it, the place was not what you would grade 'A' for cleaniness.&lt;br /&gt;So, after 2 failures of scouring the area. We ditched the idea, and decided to settle for &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Old&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Town&lt;/st1:placetype&gt; kopitiam near the &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Ipoh&lt;/st1:city&gt; &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;padang&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. Assumably, it was the first &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Old&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Town&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; branch. It settled in a old building and with peranakan deco. Lovely.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/Si3ZASQT0nI/AAAAAAAAAT4/7gZRMnJJF6I/s1600-h/Photo0637.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/Si3ZASQT0nI/AAAAAAAAAT4/7gZRMnJJF6I/s320/Photo0637.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345166931682120306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Ipoh&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; kinda took us by surprised. The town is clean, and the architecture was in between of Colonial and peranakan. Totally, swooning over it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/Si3ZXKpSQgI/AAAAAAAAAUI/wmSosFNyvNw/s1600-h/Photo0625.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/Si3ZXKpSQgI/AAAAAAAAAUI/wmSosFNyvNw/s320/Photo0625.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345167324776382978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;All in all, the trip was fine. I make it home alive to write it in this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Note to self: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;A short adventure to an unknown place will do u good.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4981645959613756968-4900194329776016243?l=nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=88d91664213ec1af&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/feeds/4900194329776016243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/06/mating-season-is-up-and-running-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/4900194329776016243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/4900194329776016243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/06/mating-season-is-up-and-running-again.html' title='Mating season is up and running again!'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00885192937511472044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SVrbjuspYKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jy5y5AS_pAg/S220/P1010669.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/Si3Z7Ws70vI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/M3BDK9x1Bvo/s72-c/Photo0619.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981645959613756968.post-3568664225888914038</id><published>2009-06-01T03:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T04:20:46.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Totally swooning over...Peter Davis</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SiO5aOSnPiI/AAAAAAAAASo/1ig0q88mtBM/s1600-h/peter-big4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 249px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SiO5aOSnPiI/AAAAAAAAASo/1ig0q88mtBM/s320/peter-big4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342317443155443234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Last week, me and my usual partners in crime held our usual continuously gossip session at Starbucks, The Gardens. Like all flamboyant homo guys I know and learned to love, my beloved bestie - Azlan, scanned the room faster than any straight person I know. He spotted this incredibly cute young guy sat at the nearby coffee counter. According to him, that guy is a model, as my eyes gander over the lovely dude, my mind immediately run with it. He looked incredibly familliar. So, I began to assumed that he is a commercial model, just that we all can't put a finger on which ad. With coffee arrived at the counter, and the 2 'gentle' men sat nicely outside, I had to leave that dude behind, literally, as we took a seat outside the cafe'. But, in a pyscho world, he was still running in circle in my head. Damn that boy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;As we were minding our business - gossip is our top priority. The cute dude ventured outside to meet another dude of his. Safe to say, we all cried in delight. Immediately, turned into a stalker mode. Sadly, I can't take a good look of him, but the glances I had was quite enough to make me smitten over him to this day. Unfortunately, he left earlier than us. It's good, because we began to drool already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It has been days, and almost a week, since that incident, today, out of sheer joy and surprise, I was reminded of his good looks again. I was about to catch a movie with my family, as I waited for my brother to buy the tickets, I saw a familiar face on the preview screen. It was him. I will regret this later, but I have to say my heart skipped a beat. I know, how cheessy (hmm...cheese). I pulled out my phone, immediately text my hunny bunch about my new discovery. I finally have a name put with that cute face. He's name is Peter Davis. And, he's a lead to this newly release local movie called - "Sell Out?". Plus, he sings in that too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;But, I have to say this one fact, tough, that cameras doesn't do justice to him. He looks 10 times better in person. Just take my word for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4981645959613756968-3568664225888914038?l=nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/feeds/3568664225888914038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/06/totally-swooning-overpeter-davis.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/3568664225888914038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/3568664225888914038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/06/totally-swooning-overpeter-davis.html' title='Totally swooning over...Peter Davis'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00885192937511472044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SVrbjuspYKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jy5y5AS_pAg/S220/P1010669.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SiO5aOSnPiI/AAAAAAAAASo/1ig0q88mtBM/s72-c/peter-big4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981645959613756968.post-9000037967048715380</id><published>2009-05-31T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T21:03:53.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Faboo List 8</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SiNSSvKHJ4I/AAAAAAAAASg/zc9Z5bGZKt4/s1600-h/man.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 86px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SiNSSvKHJ4I/AAAAAAAAASg/zc9Z5bGZKt4/s320/man.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342204064841541506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Man Candy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sam Worthington (Super HOT and an Aussie - errr!)&lt;br /&gt;Christian Bale ( Loved him for a long time already)&lt;br /&gt;Travis P******a (Too embarrassed to tell)&lt;br /&gt;Wes Bentley (a subtle sexy beast)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;The Happiest News I Received Recently:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best friend is getting engaged this year. Congrats!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Most Satisfying Thing I Did Recently:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having 3-course meal at Tony Roma's (Yummers!)&lt;br /&gt;Shopping with mum.&lt;br /&gt;Had a posh lunch with Azlan and Jaja at the Apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;The Best Thing I Purchased Recently:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A black woven belt and a floral paint brush print skirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;The Best Movie I've Seen Recently:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terminator Salvation. (Totally 'heart' Mr.Bale)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;The Saddest Thing I had to do Recently:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saying goodbye to my hunny bunch; Azlan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Best Routines:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanging out with former classmates from UiTM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thing That Troubled Me Most:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking for a stable career.&lt;br /&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/4981645959613756968-9000037967048715380?l=nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/feeds/9000037967048715380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/05/faboo-list-8.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/9000037967048715380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/9000037967048715380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/05/faboo-list-8.html' title='Faboo List 8'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00885192937511472044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SVrbjuspYKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jy5y5AS_pAg/S220/P1010669.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SiNSSvKHJ4I/AAAAAAAAASg/zc9Z5bGZKt4/s72-c/man.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981645959613756968.post-2945859515234165770</id><published>2009-05-31T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T20:10:26.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Toy Story 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SiNGmQSegfI/AAAAAAAAAR4/JXjsZ38DH30/s1600-h/toystory3_200905291246.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 193px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SiNGmQSegfI/AAAAAAAAAR4/JXjsZ38DH30/s400/toystory3_200905291246.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342191206012977650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh!! Pixar is coming out with a new Toy Story! I love those tiny aliens. Love-love-love!&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to catch Woody, Buzz Lightyear, Rex and the aliens on big screen again. Watch the trailer next.&lt;br /&gt;The movie is due out June, 2010!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4981645959613756968-2945859515234165770?l=nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/feeds/2945859515234165770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/05/toy-story-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/2945859515234165770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/2945859515234165770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/05/toy-story-3.html' title='Toy Story 3'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00885192937511472044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SVrbjuspYKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jy5y5AS_pAg/S220/P1010669.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SiNGmQSegfI/AAAAAAAAAR4/JXjsZ38DH30/s72-c/toystory3_200905291246.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981645959613756968.post-4183730457665542682</id><published>2009-05-31T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T20:04:29.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bruno</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SiNFMwV6heI/AAAAAAAAARw/Z0fqHcqtRPs/s1600-h/bruno_l200905271439.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 261px; height: 385px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SiNFMwV6heI/AAAAAAAAARw/Z0fqHcqtRPs/s400/bruno_l200905271439.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342189668429104610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first watched this trailer, I couldn't stop laughing! It's super-hilarious! Sacha Baron Cohen is super genius in remaking himself! That man has no shame!&lt;br /&gt;You guys got to check the trailer out after reading this entry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4981645959613756968-4183730457665542682?l=nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/feeds/4183730457665542682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/05/bruno.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/4183730457665542682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/4183730457665542682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/05/bruno.html' title='Bruno'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00885192937511472044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SVrbjuspYKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jy5y5AS_pAg/S220/P1010669.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SiNFMwV6heI/AAAAAAAAARw/Z0fqHcqtRPs/s72-c/bruno_l200905271439.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981645959613756968.post-576116776175347716</id><published>2009-05-29T04:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T05:05:08.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Defense Mechanism: Practice In Real Life Situations</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I first use the term 'defense mechanism' to describe the 'wall' I kept building around me. Little did I know, it is a professional term used by the famous Sigmund Freud to describe human personality to cope with anxiety. The id, ego and super ego. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;In a fashion of my writing, relating to another person's actions and emotions are very subjective. Therefore, those who are reading this may get a hint of their fellow friends or even themselves, or even better; myself. So, here is a 'note to self' about defense mechanism practice in real life situation - through my acquaintances' experiences and myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;1. Denial -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Many people used in their daily life. Personal favorite of mine. The most popular 'mechanism' of all. Deny or lie  to yourself from your true feelings. Example: When my dearly beloved says she doesn't fancy Jeremy Piven after watching his travel show on the travel channel. I can see right through her, with a grin on her face and a giggle that follows when I asked if she fancies him. She denies wholeheartedly .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;2. Repression -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Common defense mechanism, where we keep the information out of conscious awareness though, the information/memories won't go away instead it influences our behaviors. Like, when a friend lost his dearly beloved in a tragic accident, thought he tries to suppress the anxiety of losing a loved one, it somehow effects his behavior and perception that people who cares for him, will 'go' the same way too. So, the harsh goodbyes comes with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;3. Displacement -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Put the anger or any emotions caused by something or someone to another person as a release. A girl broke up with her boyfriend, suddenly brings grim atmosphere to the people around her. When confronted by innocent friends, she blows! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;4. Sublimation &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;- We suffered a negative emotion but turning it into a positive thing. Like my fellow clicks, we suffers in the final examinations or reports or sucky superiors/jobs, that anxiety and frustration we channel by screaming our pipes out at the karaoke center when we can. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;5. Projection -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Well, thought that we hated that particular someone so much, maybe that person hate us as much too. Point taken, when a person hate this girl she barely knew that newly join her class, with a reputation for loving designer bags and being a designer whore, and a show-off - fact known from common friends. She beginning to dislikes her, with her disapproval look on her taste of bags she wore to class, she began to come up with a solution that that 'whore' might not like her anyway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;6. Intellectualization -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Channel that negative news or emotion by getting feedback and further knowledge to overcome it. Like, when a love one suffered from a 'mysterious' illness that 3 or 4 professional doctors can't explain besides 'stress related', the daughter turn her thinking cap on, to search in the books on the possible diseases and it cures.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;7. Rationalization -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; We do this a lot when we are searching for a solution to a life's problem. Lay the problem down and list down the pros and cons. Then, the questions goes, should I or shouldn't I go out today to the mall, and spend my money on that gorgeous skirt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;8. Regression -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Become stupid. Thinking the only way to overcome that stressful problem by turning yourself into a prick/whore/ass. Example: Draw a hole at a teacher's eyes with a pen on your senior class year book page that someone's else responsible of doing because the teacher criticized you for not being a team player. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;9. Reaction Formation -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Doesn't necessarily dislikes or hate that person, maybe subjected to preferences of acquaintances, but channel that negative emotion the opposite way. In other words - become 'plastics'! Example: Have a gossip fest with your friends about that person but when facing the subject matter, all masks are on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;10. Affiliation -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; When stress and down, always turn to a shoulder to cry on. - Sharing time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;11. Humor -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; I feel sad sometimes for clowns, with that permanent smile on their faces, who will ever know their real true feelings. Huggies for clowns....err..not too close now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4981645959613756968-576116776175347716?l=nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/feeds/576116776175347716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/05/defense-mechanism-practice-in-real-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/576116776175347716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/576116776175347716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/05/defense-mechanism-practice-in-real-life.html' title='Defense Mechanism: Practice In Real Life Situations'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00885192937511472044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SVrbjuspYKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jy5y5AS_pAg/S220/P1010669.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981645959613756968.post-4706079987134404286</id><published>2009-05-27T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T20:41:39.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Faboo List 7</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/Sh4HlM7bg9I/AAAAAAAAARo/qhEmaHKio84/s1600-h/simon-baker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 279px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/Sh4HlM7bg9I/AAAAAAAAARo/qhEmaHKio84/s400/simon-baker.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340714543815033810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Man Candy: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simon Baker - that mischievous grin of his drives me nuts. Wrinkles!&lt;br /&gt;(he is everything I would 'not prefer' in a dude- Australian,  married and a surfer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Favorite Routine of the Week:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanging out with former classmates I haven't seen in a while. Gossip time! Plus, yesterday's outing with Nadhyrah, Azlan, Jaja and Lobo was super fun. I saw a couple of cuties. One is off the charts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;In My To-Buy List: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quarter-sleeve cardigan and a nude sandals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Things I Hate to do This Week:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saying good-byes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Currently Reading:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June Issue of In Style Magazine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Favourite thing in my wardrobe:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I Laughed the Loudest:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while watching Japanese prank clip on Ellen DeGeneres Show.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4981645959613756968-4706079987134404286?l=nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/feeds/4706079987134404286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/05/faboo-list-7.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/4706079987134404286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/4706079987134404286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/05/faboo-list-7.html' title='Faboo List 7'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00885192937511472044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SVrbjuspYKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jy5y5AS_pAg/S220/P1010669.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/Sh4HlM7bg9I/AAAAAAAAARo/qhEmaHKio84/s72-c/simon-baker.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981645959613756968.post-3310879338099627453</id><published>2009-05-26T00:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T00:58:54.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Patrol's "The Planets Bend Between Us"</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="500" height="315"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4OwczjuRsW8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4OwczjuRsW8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="315"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This song reminded me why I simply adore Gary Lightbody. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4981645959613756968-3310879338099627453?l=nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/feeds/3310879338099627453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/05/snow-patrols-planets-bend-between-us.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/3310879338099627453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/3310879338099627453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/05/snow-patrols-planets-bend-between-us.html' title='Snow Patrol&apos;s &quot;The Planets Bend Between Us&quot;'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00885192937511472044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SVrbjuspYKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jy5y5AS_pAg/S220/P1010669.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981645959613756968.post-4272602082342693752</id><published>2009-05-24T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T07:08:12.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Faboo List 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/Shqi0AsUozI/AAAAAAAAARg/lyK8iya3R6M/s1600-h/paul-newman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 370px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/Shqi0AsUozI/AAAAAAAAARg/lyK8iya3R6M/s400/paul-newman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339759322623943474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Man Candy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul Newman (He's dead but still hot)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I need a:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new sandals..to wear with my new Gap dress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Craving for:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juicy grilled burger@Tony Roma's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Listening to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Planets Bend Between Us" by Snow Patrol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Wishful Thinking:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going on vacation to Paris and Rome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;The Last Thing I (helped) Cooked:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cottage Pie and Strawberry Smoothie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Emotional Rate:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calm and a bit agitated (Gary!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Indulgences:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food, imported sparkling juices and See By Chloe' 'Les Jardin' bag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;The last thing I unchecked in my to do list:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sending a 'thank you' note to Jason Mraz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Things that kept buggin me: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My career path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I laughed loudest:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while watching "Night at the Museum 2"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Movies I want to watch next:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Terminator Salvation", "Monsters and Aliens" and "Paper Heart"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Current Fashion Idol:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashley Olsen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Currently Reading:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A Girl for All Seasons" by Camilla Morton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/4981645959613756968-4272602082342693752?l=nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/feeds/4272602082342693752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/05/faboo-list-6.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/4272602082342693752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/4272602082342693752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/05/faboo-list-6.html' title='Faboo List 6'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00885192937511472044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SVrbjuspYKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jy5y5AS_pAg/S220/P1010669.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/Shqi0AsUozI/AAAAAAAAARg/lyK8iya3R6M/s72-c/paul-newman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981645959613756968.post-3178577125544345070</id><published>2009-05-20T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T19:46:43.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Loving Kris Allen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/ShS_ZlyhRcI/AAAAAAAAARY/pWxFhXrMXe4/s1600-h/kris-allen3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/ShS_ZlyhRcI/AAAAAAAAARY/pWxFhXrMXe4/s320/kris-allen3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338101904702522818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have to admit that I'm not the avid American Idol follower this season, but at throughout the end of the competition, I found myself drawn to this one incredibly humble contestant. That person is Kris Allen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was super sure that Adam Lambert was going to win this season, because of the press coverage and the hoopla going on about him. Frankly, I had enough. Heck, I even made a draft text message to my sister, stating that Adam Lambert won, so I could sent it right away after Ryan announce it. But you have to give credits to Adam for his amazing high vocal range. That man can sing. But, all I can say, he has all the confidence in a man that Kris are lacking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nonetheless, during the showdown, I fancied Kris' version of 'No Boundaries', as it has the sounds of One Republic and The Fray pitched in. Love it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Adam has the amazing voice and talent to create something of his own throughout all the competition. But they all started to sound the same. And his stage presence was not my cup of tea either. That man wears much more make-up than Amy Winehouse. And the stage outfits are ridiculous. Love him when he keeps it simple with a suit and less screaming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;With all the coverage Adam been receiving, I lost slight hope that Kris will win. That's why I was jumping out of my seat, screaming my head off, and with tears in my eyes when they announced Kris Allen is the new winner. I was moved. Super excited than last season AI when my dreamy David Cook won. What I love about Kris that he knows the other guy have great high range vocals and very theatrical, so he pulled out his 'Unique Selling Proposition' (USP) by playing his own instrument, subtle vocals, and modesty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Even when he won, he was still humble. You can see he has the most passion to sing and perform. All in all, if they're both an animal, they would be from a cat family, Adam would be the tiger with amazing stripes, and, Kris would be the cool cat, modestly chilling around but talented.&lt;/span&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/4981645959613756968-3178577125544345070?l=nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/feeds/3178577125544345070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/05/loving-kris-allen.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/3178577125544345070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/3178577125544345070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/05/loving-kris-allen.html' title='Loving Kris Allen'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00885192937511472044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SVrbjuspYKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jy5y5AS_pAg/S220/P1010669.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/ShS_ZlyhRcI/AAAAAAAAARY/pWxFhXrMXe4/s72-c/kris-allen3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981645959613756968.post-2878761306308057274</id><published>2009-05-17T05:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T05:44:40.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Faboo List 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/ShAGe5jM-fI/AAAAAAAAARQ/JcXfKrUcdZ4/s1600-h/taylor-mane.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 114px; height: 237px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/ShAGe5jM-fI/AAAAAAAAARQ/JcXfKrUcdZ4/s200/taylor-mane.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336772686348351986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sexy Beast of the moment:&lt;/span&gt; Taylor Mane (Have u see the size of that men!?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I Need/Want to buy:&lt;/span&gt; Tailored shorts (panas-lah nowadays - love the one from GAP!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Song I want to hear now:&lt;/span&gt; Plain White T's "1,2,3,4" (Simple and sweet)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Movies I want to watch next:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Night at the Museum 2 (Ben Stiller cracks me up!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I hate the...:&lt;/span&gt; ...hot weather&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hungry for:&lt;/span&gt; Popeye's Chicken or Sauteed Garlic Mushroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Can't Wait for:&lt;/span&gt; ...to go on a holiday to the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Can't get this song out of my head:&lt;/span&gt; "Mmm..Papi" by Britney Spears (cheeky!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Strange Occurrence:&lt;/span&gt; European cities/countries (Rome, Paris, Spain &amp;amp; Germany) - Europe&lt;br /&gt;                                           calling!!!! Suddenly, I feel so calm. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4981645959613756968-2878761306308057274?l=nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/feeds/2878761306308057274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/05/faboo-list-5.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/2878761306308057274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/2878761306308057274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/05/faboo-list-5.html' title='Faboo List 5'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00885192937511472044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SVrbjuspYKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jy5y5AS_pAg/S220/P1010669.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/ShAGe5jM-fI/AAAAAAAAARQ/JcXfKrUcdZ4/s72-c/taylor-mane.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981645959613756968.post-283118938490061734</id><published>2009-05-17T04:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T05:10:26.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How to keep cool when it's hot.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/Sg_-pEktsxI/AAAAAAAAARI/ma-VdhQfgiw/s1600-h/sweat.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 176px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/Sg_-pEktsxI/AAAAAAAAARI/ma-VdhQfgiw/s200/sweat.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336764065013150482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know u guys been sweating like lil' piggies a lot these days. The heat is excruciating, even when u're indoors. So, it is advisable for you to spend your days in shopping malls to cool off in a vast space of air-conditioned place. Besides that, here are some tips to avoid u passing out every single day or spoiling your fair complexion (i know we're Asians are not so keen on tanned skin).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Drink lots of water&lt;/b&gt; to regain the water lost due to sweating.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Keep still and quiet.&lt;/b&gt; This is not a good time for exercising, sports or running around. Keep these activities for the evening when the air becomes cooler and the sun goes down.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stay in the shade.&lt;/b&gt; Read a good book, sit still or take a nap.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Open the windows to let in a breeze.&lt;/b&gt; Use screens to keep out insects if they are a problem.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Go swimming.&lt;/b&gt; If you can, select a shady body of water.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Have a cold shower or bath.&lt;/b&gt; Even a small amount of water sprayed or splashed on you can help. Or try a face washer dipped in cold water and held against your face and forehead for instant cooling relief. Wet towels if you need to cool all of your body and wrap your legs, torso and arms with them.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wet your hair with cold water every half an hour.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Use fans.&lt;/b&gt; Fans keep the air circulating and produce a small cooling effect. Place a wet face cloth on the fan to produce a mini air-conditioning effect. Be careful to sit the wet face washer only on the outer cage part of the fan so that it cannot be caught by the fan blades and do not leave the room without taking it off.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Try and get used to the heat.&lt;/b&gt; Try to do this without relying on fans too much. That way, you can be more independent of relying on any electrical equipment, something that become very important should there be a summer blackout.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Apply lots of sun protection lotion throughout the day.&lt;/b&gt; The protective function of such lotion only lasts for a few hours and less when you are in water. Reapply frequently for best coverage. Do not rely on it alone, however. Always combine with wearing a hat, long-sleeved clothing and keeping out of the sun during the hottest part of the day.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wear a hat and don't expose too much skin.&lt;/b&gt; Long-sleeved shirts made of cotton, hemp and other natural fabrics will help deflect the sun's rays and protect your skin. A broad-brimmed hat is essential to protect your face and to create some shade over your head.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Keep inside or in the shade when the sun is at its height.&lt;/b&gt; Don't go outside if you can help it between 11 o' clock and 3 o' clock, as these are the hours during which the sun is at its strongest.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Use a washcloth&lt;/b&gt;. Get a washcloth and soak it in cold water . Barely ring it out, and lay it   on your neck . Repeat when needed .&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken from http://www.wikihow.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BE COOL, GUYS! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4981645959613756968-283118938490061734?l=nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/feeds/283118938490061734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/05/how-to-keep-cool-when-its-hot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/283118938490061734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/283118938490061734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/05/how-to-keep-cool-when-its-hot.html' title='How to keep cool when it&apos;s hot.'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00885192937511472044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SVrbjuspYKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jy5y5AS_pAg/S220/P1010669.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/Sg_-pEktsxI/AAAAAAAAARI/ma-VdhQfgiw/s72-c/sweat.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981645959613756968.post-7812887781316291729</id><published>2009-05-15T06:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T06:49:08.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Imperfections: Learn it, live it, love it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is the very perfection of a man, to find out his own imperfections.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saint Augustine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;There is nothing in this world that is perfect. Yet, we all strive for perfection in all our doings.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Of course, it is only natural to a human to be attracted to pretty and beautiful things. But, as I sat at a coffee cafe' with my mate, I saw a family, the dad (I assumed) was on a wheelchair, I felt compassion from the wife because her man had his head stitched and his throat has a plastic tube sticking out. The man doesn't look fatally ill, but his condition looked like he seen better days. His wife was spoon feeding him a cake, while he smiles at every bite. As I pondering on, I believe that a love like that is a rarity in this world. How she stood by him, looking pass his flaws. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I can't help it but see a beauty in it. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The thing is, imperfections is what made us grand. Not many people are gifted with the set of eyes to notice it, and the heart to appreciate it. You have to look pass what's on the surface and into the core.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The only thing that I would describe as &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ugly&lt;/span&gt; are people without morals, mind or ethics. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you love something or someone for what or who it is, you tend to get pass the good and and the bad. You will begin to acknowledge the beauty and love that they brought into your life. Surface imperfections are very attractive sometimes. I tend to love guys with scruffy facial hair, wrinkles around their eyes and lips, pot bellies, and chubby fingers. But, that doesn't mean that I don't like the opposite kind - clean shaven, polish, rock hard abs, and high cheekbones. They are all welcome. Just by experience these gorgeous peeps tend to be very vain. And I hate that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all those peeps who think they are not worth anything, just embrace the inner diva in you but never loose control. Be who u really are. Those who always is the guy or chick everyone looks/adores upon (perasan!), take it easy. Don't be such a whore. We are not haters, we just hate your guts. Plastics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just remember, the next time you think you want to judge a guy with pagoda t-shirt and selipar Jepun as a beggar and useless dude. He might turn out to be a multi-millionaire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, just because it looks good doesn't mean it taste good too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time to see the world with both eyes and heart open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/4981645959613756968-7812887781316291729?l=nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/feeds/7812887781316291729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/05/imperfections-learn-it-live-it-love-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/7812887781316291729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/7812887781316291729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/05/imperfections-learn-it-live-it-love-it.html' title='Imperfections: Learn it, live it, love it.'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00885192937511472044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SVrbjuspYKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jy5y5AS_pAg/S220/P1010669.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981645959613756968.post-7344666792249062719</id><published>2009-05-12T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T19:44:33.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wait for this: Post Grad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/Sgoz_3zDYjI/AAAAAAAAARA/ddzsh44LsSA/s1600-h/postgrad_l200904301543.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 261px; height: 385px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/Sgoz_3zDYjI/AAAAAAAAARA/ddzsh44LsSA/s400/postgrad_l200904301543.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335133880976630322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is something that me and my UiTM mates can relate to at the moment. It's all in the title. Check it out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryden Malby (Bledel) had a plan. Do well in high school, thereby receiving a great college scholarship. Now that she’s finally graduated, it’s time for her to find a gorgeous loft apartment and land her dream job at the city’s best publishing house. But when Jessica Bard (Reitman), Ryden’s college nemesis steals her perfect job, Ryden is forced to move back to her childhood home. Stuck with her eccentric family – a stubborn do-it-yourself dad (Keaton), an overly thrifty mom (Lynch), a politically incorrect grandma (Burnett), a very odd little brother (Coleman) – and a growing stack of rejected job applications, Ryden starts to feel like she’s going nowhere. The only upside is spending time with her best friend, Adam (Zach Gilford) – and running into her hot next-door neighbor, David (Santoro). But if Ryden’s going to survive life as a post grad, it may be time to come up with a new plan…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the trailer at http://www.apple.com/trailers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The young guys in the movie are HOT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4981645959613756968-7344666792249062719?l=nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/feeds/7344666792249062719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/05/wait-for-this-post-grad.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/7344666792249062719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/7344666792249062719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/05/wait-for-this-post-grad.html' title='Wait for this: Post Grad'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00885192937511472044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SVrbjuspYKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jy5y5AS_pAg/S220/P1010669.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/Sgoz_3zDYjI/AAAAAAAAARA/ddzsh44LsSA/s72-c/postgrad_l200904301543.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981645959613756968.post-5375322195700430574</id><published>2009-05-11T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T01:29:41.059-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is what umemployed people do...get themself a virtual makeover!</title><content type='html'>Fine, I'm bored. My plan to go holiday and relaxing after retiring from my internship is still in pending. Nowadays, I'm even thinking of looking for job. Maybe starting in June. Hope I'll get one or two or three offers...hehehe. *Wishful thinking*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day, I was recycling my magazines..while looking through the pages of In Style magazine, something caught my eye. 'Virtual Makeover', this look like fun I thought to myself. So, I took a picture of myself, then, upload it on instyle.com and voila! Ready for my makeover!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who are always wondering how they would look like with blonde or red hot hair, go nuts! I did my hair a'la Penelope Cruz, Ashley Olsen, Reese Witherspoon, Drew Barrymore, Scarlett Jo, Katie Holmes, Selena Gomez, Mandy Moore &amp; Natalie Portman. Have a look..and guess which's hairstyles belong to which celebrity?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/Sgkx04Ei3fI/AAAAAAAAAP4/VzKjAGjqD18/s1600-h/halle-berry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/Sgkx04Ei3fI/AAAAAAAAAP4/VzKjAGjqD18/s320/halle-berry.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334850018071469554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/Sgkx0y5hv2I/AAAAAAAAAPw/XE7EdzmihIk/s1600-h/drew-berrymore.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/Sgkx0y5hv2I/AAAAAAAAAPw/XE7EdzmihIk/s320/drew-berrymore.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334850016683081570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/Sgkx0m24ruI/AAAAAAAAAPo/o_diePS8nkY/s1600-h/selena-gomez.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/Sgkx0m24ruI/AAAAAAAAAPo/o_diePS8nkY/s320/selena-gomez.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334850013450776290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/Sgkx0m3IEqI/AAAAAAAAAPg/y1JYe6gfMvA/s1600-h/mandy-moore.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/Sgkx0m3IEqI/AAAAAAAAAPg/y1JYe6gfMvA/s320/mandy-moore.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334850013451784866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/Sgkx0WtNOTI/AAAAAAAAAPY/57khmeyPJRY/s1600-h/natalie-portman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/Sgkx0WtNOTI/AAAAAAAAAPY/57khmeyPJRY/s320/natalie-portman.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334850009115212082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SgkyL253awI/AAAAAAAAAQg/IdGx5YVCi6g/s1600-h/taylor-momsen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SgkyL253awI/AAAAAAAAAQg/IdGx5YVCi6g/s320/taylor-momsen.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334850412895234818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SgkyLnAuiyI/AAAAAAAAAQY/y9PXw_GqGjQ/s1600-h/resse-witherspoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SgkyLnAuiyI/AAAAAAAAAQY/y9PXw_GqGjQ/s320/resse-witherspoon.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334850408629046050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SgkyLrqttwI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/TjRDdtNRhcE/s1600-h/katie-holmes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SgkyLrqttwI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/TjRDdtNRhcE/s320/katie-holmes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334850409878894338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SgkyLsR1aNI/AAAAAAAAAQI/9GdVBBeSO8s/s1600-h/ashley-olsen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SgkyLsR1aNI/AAAAAAAAAQI/9GdVBBeSO8s/s320/ashley-olsen.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334850410042976466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SgkyLRll6UI/AAAAAAAAAQA/bVBepWAmbEQ/s1600-h/penelope-cruz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SgkyLRll6UI/AAAAAAAAAQA/bVBepWAmbEQ/s320/penelope-cruz.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334850402878089538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I like my hair long a'la Ashley Olsen...and blonde hair kinda make me pale..gotta stay true brunette hair. &lt;br /&gt;After the virtual makeover, I'm inspired to go to Kimarie hair salon @ Taipan USJ for a trim since I still want to keep my longer, and shorten my bangs with added layers. Voila! Here's my new look for the summer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SgkzCUytJlI/AAAAAAAAAQw/3892qFMXR-E/s1600-h/Photo0596.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SgkzCUytJlI/AAAAAAAAAQw/3892qFMXR-E/s200/Photo0596.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334851348631201362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SgkzCAJI5HI/AAAAAAAAAQo/J-dk2XvjAN8/s1600-h/Photo0595.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SgkzCAJI5HI/AAAAAAAAAQo/J-dk2XvjAN8/s200/Photo0595.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334851343088149618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4981645959613756968-5375322195700430574?l=nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/feeds/5375322195700430574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-is-what-umemployed-people-doget.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/5375322195700430574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/5375322195700430574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-is-what-umemployed-people-doget.html' title='This is what umemployed people do...get themself a virtual makeover!'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00885192937511472044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SVrbjuspYKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jy5y5AS_pAg/S220/P1010669.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/Sgkx04Ei3fI/AAAAAAAAAP4/VzKjAGjqD18/s72-c/halle-berry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981645959613756968.post-727158103151884442</id><published>2009-05-11T03:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T01:43:39.122-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Watch this: Doubt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/Sgk2aL_tzfI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/iZ5aLwnaA2Q/s1600-h/doubt_movie_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/Sgk2aL_tzfI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/iZ5aLwnaA2Q/s400/doubt_movie_poster.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334855057121594866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what you're thinking, probably what's the fun in watching a movie about nuns and priests, right? Well, just take my word for it, that it is worth your time to watch these women and men dressed in black and white. &lt;br /&gt;Since there's a huge Oscar buzz surrounded this movie, of course, some of y'all knows a thing or two what the movie is basically about. Well, I first heard it was about a pedophilia case in the Catholic school. It certainly revolves around the idea throughout the movie, but it unfolds among the main characters of the movie one by one. Very thrilling. &lt;br /&gt;Plus, the added skills and star power of heavy weight actors such as Meryl Streep and Philip Seymour Hoffman (Mission Impossible &amp; Copote), truly made biggest puzzle that complete the enigma of this movie. &lt;br /&gt;You will love Amy Adams, you will hate Meryl Streep and you will wooing for Philip. I somehow, fell for Philip Seymour Hoffman in this movie, felt like having a scream fest with him. ;)&lt;br /&gt;Enough said, watch this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4981645959613756968-727158103151884442?l=nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/feeds/727158103151884442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/05/watch-this-doubt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/727158103151884442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/727158103151884442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/05/watch-this-doubt.html' title='Watch this: Doubt'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00885192937511472044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SVrbjuspYKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jy5y5AS_pAg/S220/P1010669.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/Sgk2aL_tzfI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/iZ5aLwnaA2Q/s72-c/doubt_movie_poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981645959613756968.post-8993135125642566277</id><published>2009-05-10T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T08:16:11.015-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day. - Sorry the weather is too hot for your liking.</title><content type='html'>Ahh, Mummy's Day. I love this holiday because I could make my mum cry without feeling guilty. Hehe. - She always cry whenever we gave her presents despite how sucky they might be. I gave her a Amber stone necklace..since she digs semi precious stones jeweleries. Initially, I wanted to get her a rare Tibetan turquoise necklace (I LOVE turquoise accessories now!), but, the length was short as for my mum wears head scarves now. Nonetheless, the Amber stone necklace was perfect length for her. I got her the necklace...the boys got her fave ice-cream brand: Baskin Robbins ice cream cake!! It's an ice cream and a cake. Double whammy! The cake's flavor is "Jamoca Almond Fudge"! Super yummers! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SgbpnMj3hOI/AAAAAAAAAOw/C9aJ3MvUihQ/s1600-h/Photo0586.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SgbpnMj3hOI/AAAAAAAAAOw/C9aJ3MvUihQ/s320/Photo0586.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334207668262765794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As yummy as the cake was, we had to rush for our lunch. We already made a reservation at 2PM @ Bubba Gump, The Curve. Well, the reason why you booked prior before the lunch like 2 days before D-Day was to avoid getting shitty seats. But, we got them after all. We were cramped to side table which were close to the kitchen entrance. When we sat there, we all started to sweat out like 5 lil piggies. My family was impressed of the deco. But I have to say, it is pretty small than the one in Sunway Pyramid and a bit more cramped. We all felt uneasy with the heat and all. Somehow, it felt like we were in the countryside like the movie Forrest Gump, when people are cramped inside the poorly ventilated church and everyone started to fanning themselves. Me and siblings started to loose our minds with the southern accents while fanning ourselves with the menu card. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, we decided to change tables and ended up at the 'special' corner in the restaurant called: "Momma House". Quaint deco. Very southern countryside. Thankfully we changed tables cuz all the kiddies ordered the RM55++ set. That's 3 courses each. So imagine the portions. All in all, we had a 'full-filling' lunch! Barely can contain my belly. Here's the pics. Btw, I had 'strawberry shortcake' for dessert. Always wondered how the sweet name dessert taste like. - It's yummy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SgbvQ1tRGcI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/xKWoJzHfdM8/s1600-h/Photo0592.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SgbvQ1tRGcI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/xKWoJzHfdM8/s320/Photo0592.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334213881240820162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SgbvQ5cLg7I/AAAAAAAAAPI/e3_dobPmDRw/s1600-h/Photo0591.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SgbvQ5cLg7I/AAAAAAAAAPI/e3_dobPmDRw/s320/Photo0591.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334213882242892722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SgbvQrkxveI/AAAAAAAAAPA/EZbTCVgTqro/s1600-h/Photo0590.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SgbvQrkxveI/AAAAAAAAAPA/EZbTCVgTqro/s320/Photo0590.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334213878520856034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SgbvQvrr6PI/AAAAAAAAAO4/OiOIZn7fdwU/s1600-h/Photo0588.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SgbvQvrr6PI/AAAAAAAAAO4/OiOIZn7fdwU/s320/Photo0588.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334213879623575794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4981645959613756968-8993135125642566277?l=nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/feeds/8993135125642566277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-mothers-day-sorry-weather-is-too.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/8993135125642566277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/8993135125642566277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-mothers-day-sorry-weather-is-too.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day. - Sorry the weather is too hot for your liking.'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00885192937511472044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SVrbjuspYKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jy5y5AS_pAg/S220/P1010669.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SgbpnMj3hOI/AAAAAAAAAOw/C9aJ3MvUihQ/s72-c/Photo0586.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981645959613756968.post-3805142542918272318</id><published>2009-05-05T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T22:21:57.414-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eat and Be Merry!</title><content type='html'>My holiday have just started..well, sort of. And, all my food cravings has been answered. On Saturday, my granny from Sarawak came over, so we had a nice big lunch over at my family's fave restaurant; La La Chong, near Subang Aiport. It's our &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;go-to &lt;/span&gt; restaurant for great Chinese cookings. Yummers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, there was Yellowcab Pizza. The nearest to me was Taipan USJ. Basically, belakang rumah. Don't expect &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Meal Deals&lt;/span&gt; like Domino's and Pizza Hut. Instead, they sell their pizza according to sizes individually: 10', 14' and 18'. What I like about the shop is that, it's gone 'green', in a sense of it being environmental friendly. The light bulbs are all energy saving, they serves dine-in customers with paper plates and plastic cutlery to conserve water, the drinks they serve are all in aluminum cans, glass bottles, or plastic bottles (easier to recycle),  and the used pizza boxes are stacked according to sizes - flat out after customers finish eating. The deco is so minimalist, which is not cluttered at all compared to likes of Pizza Hut new deco. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course the food - the pizza was superb! I ordered the 14' Pepperoni and Mushroom - absolutely LOVE it. And a side order of Twice Baked Potato Halves which was a double/triple YUMMERS! The 10' pizza can cost up to RM29, 14' cost up to RM45, and the AMERICAN SIZE XL 18' pizza can cost up to RM70. Be sure to try it soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SgETJmXJNYI/AAAAAAAAAN4/RZS5QqLzlUs/s1600-h/yellow2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 282px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SgETJmXJNYI/AAAAAAAAAN4/RZS5QqLzlUs/s320/yellow2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332564489420748162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SgETJZCPVTI/AAAAAAAAANw/NDqQbIyqpwY/s1600-h/yellow1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 274px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SgETJZCPVTI/AAAAAAAAANw/NDqQbIyqpwY/s320/yellow1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332564485843408178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the menu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, two cravings down, another two to tell. Next, sort of like the desserts to the 2 main courses I've just mentioned. Me and Huda both crazy about Krispy Kreme doughnuts. They just opened one at Berjaya Times Square. You guys should visit the website, you'll drool! I spent close to 50 bucks on doughnuts alone. Crazy, but the ones with Hershey's on top, makes it all worth while. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a pic of me MUNCHING the Cookies and Creme Hershey's doughnut- like a doughnut monster! The expression tells it all, how happy I am eating it. Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SgEUVOJktgI/AAAAAAAAAOA/72m4Q-3H9ss/s1600-h/Photo0573.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SgEUVOJktgI/AAAAAAAAAOA/72m4Q-3H9ss/s320/Photo0573.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332565788591437314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a tiring day of walking around the 7th largest shopping mall in the world (we didn't cover the whole freaking building!).. me and Huda are stunned by the precision of the workers in this reflexology shop. So, we decided to unwind our feets..LIKE..really unwind my nerves and veins of my pale legs. Huda got a lady, while I got an old guy. He looked well experience. I just know him for like 1 minute and he already pulled my legs apart!! That was funny. Throughout the 40 mins message, me and Huda was at awed with this one masseuse, he got big tone arms, and he was massaging this 'bapak ayam' like he's dead thing. He's like pulling his legs apart. But, the man seemed to enjoy..along with his 2 presumably chicks. We're both were disgusted by the 'bapak ayam' who was in his undies which same goes with his other partner who had her pants off. Here's a pic of us..being tortured. But at the end, it was all worth it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SgEXL2PhRLI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/7rMGlW4mlNQ/s1600-h/Photo0572.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SgEXL2PhRLI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/7rMGlW4mlNQ/s320/Photo0572.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332568926089987250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SgEXLyJ3ZII/AAAAAAAAAOI/5xKiabFTj_g/s1600-h/Photo0571.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SgEXLyJ3ZII/AAAAAAAAAOI/5xKiabFTj_g/s320/Photo0571.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332568924992529538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next craving fulfilled was: dining at Bubba Gump Shrimp &amp; Co. It's a bit pricey than your usual Friday's and Chilli's, but it has a specialty of shrimp dishes, which the very thing I love. But, when I was there, I tried their BBQ burger - delicious! Serves with giant onion rings, reasonable quantity of fries and big pounds of beef patty. I chuck down the burger with a VERY REFRESHING shake called "Run Forrest Run". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A apart from the food. The deco is inviting and cosy. They have a private room for special occasions called Mama's house. Decorate like Forrest Gump's mum house. Very quaint and country like. The rest of the place is like bar/ship going on - wood and car plates all over. And, at every table they have a couple of car plate signs written: "RUN FORREST RUN" and the other; "STOP FORREST STOP". The 'Run' is like do not disturb sign. While 'stop' is for you to call the waiter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pics: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SgEc6cwfTJI/AAAAAAAAAOo/pgffUxhAr9Y/s1600-h/Photo0577.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SgEc6cwfTJI/AAAAAAAAAOo/pgffUxhAr9Y/s320/Photo0577.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332575224260938898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SgEc6bVXz0I/AAAAAAAAAOg/Re6i_guCjoM/s1600-h/Photo0576.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SgEc6bVXz0I/AAAAAAAAAOg/Re6i_guCjoM/s320/Photo0576.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332575223878766402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SgEc6E5RZLI/AAAAAAAAAOY/hVHGcBhxn0k/s1600-h/Photo0575.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SgEc6E5RZLI/AAAAAAAAAOY/hVHGcBhxn0k/s320/Photo0575.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332575217855325362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4981645959613756968-3805142542918272318?l=nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/feeds/3805142542918272318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/05/eat-and-be-merry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/3805142542918272318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/3805142542918272318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/05/eat-and-be-merry.html' title='Eat and Be Merry!'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00885192937511472044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SVrbjuspYKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jy5y5AS_pAg/S220/P1010669.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SgETJmXJNYI/AAAAAAAAAN4/RZS5QqLzlUs/s72-c/yellow2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981645959613756968.post-5418171646483624291</id><published>2009-05-03T03:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T03:57:36.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yummers!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/Sf14Ni7ny6I/AAAAAAAAANY/XjhRJsRtMSs/s1600-h/krispy-kreme-logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 114px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/Sf14Ni7ny6I/AAAAAAAAANY/XjhRJsRtMSs/s320/krispy-kreme-logo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331549707987045282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, school is not over yet but my craving is uncontrollable. There are these 2 American import I would love to try now. One is a dessert and the other is, well, you can label it as a main course. Krispy Kreme doughnuts and Yellowcab Pizza. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huda already booked me as her Krispy Kreme partner. So, we'll be visiting their first outlet in Malaysia at Berjaya Times Square soon. I think both of us already drooling over their doughnuts shown at their official site. Definitely love the ones with Hershey's choc. You will drool too once u check it out. Here's the address: http://www.krispykreme.com.my&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/Sf14OGzikMI/AAAAAAAAANo/k6hZEeg4imk/s1600-h/YellowCabGC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 230px; height: 230px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/Sf14OGzikMI/AAAAAAAAANo/k6hZEeg4imk/s320/YellowCabGC.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331549717616824514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the pizza, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;YUMMERS&lt;/span&gt;! is all I can think of when I looked through their menu. Obviously, many things in the menu reminding bits of what people thinks of New York hence the 'Yellowcab'. The pepperoni and mushroom, four cheese pizza, New York Finest...I could go on...they're all seem DELICIOUS! Can't wait to try them. Nearest I know is at Taipan USJ, Subang Jaya. Oh, yea..one tiny cute detail, their delivery boys rides very cute scooter version of NY's famous yellow cabbies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/Sf14N-3Tf8I/AAAAAAAAANg/jEJxTyWx8vg/s1600-h/yellowcab.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 221px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/Sf14N-3Tf8I/AAAAAAAAANg/jEJxTyWx8vg/s320/yellowcab.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331549715485130690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check them out at: http://www.yellowcabpizza.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4981645959613756968-5418171646483624291?l=nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/feeds/5418171646483624291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/05/yummers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/5418171646483624291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/5418171646483624291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/05/yummers.html' title='Yummers!!!'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00885192937511472044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SVrbjuspYKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jy5y5AS_pAg/S220/P1010669.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/Sf14Ni7ny6I/AAAAAAAAANY/XjhRJsRtMSs/s72-c/krispy-kreme-logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981645959613756968.post-3252664749500973992</id><published>2009-05-02T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T06:48:21.204-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Listen to this: Joanna Wang</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1fw18QYPQPU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1fw18QYPQPU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her voice doesn't match her face. It sounded like it belongs to the likes of Diana Krall, Nina Simone and Billie Holiday. I was at awed when I first saw this video on Channel V. She's a superb singer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4981645959613756968-3252664749500973992?l=nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/feeds/3252664749500973992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/05/listen-to-this-joanna-wang.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/3252664749500973992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/3252664749500973992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/05/listen-to-this-joanna-wang.html' title='Listen to this: Joanna Wang'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00885192937511472044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SVrbjuspYKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jy5y5AS_pAg/S220/P1010669.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981645959613756968.post-8681337343407891957</id><published>2009-05-02T06:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T06:35:23.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Katy Perry's new video: "Waking up in Vegas"</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="500" height="315"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9CYuAcTEkU4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9CYuAcTEkU4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="315"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HEART KATY PERRY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4981645959613756968-8681337343407891957?l=nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/feeds/8681337343407891957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/05/katy-perrys-new-video-waking-up-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/8681337343407891957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/8681337343407891957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/05/katy-perrys-new-video-waking-up-in.html' title='Katy Perry&apos;s new video: &quot;Waking up in Vegas&quot;'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00885192937511472044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SVrbjuspYKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jy5y5AS_pAg/S220/P1010669.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981645959613756968.post-7674323063389431647</id><published>2009-04-30T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T19:58:00.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I missed and definitely not. (in pictures).</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SfpjBZDkrzI/AAAAAAAAAMw/_Jeb_3x19mY/s1600-h/Photo0553.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SfpjBZDkrzI/AAAAAAAAAMw/_Jeb_3x19mY/s320/Photo0553.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330681984503295794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catching a train. Queuing up at the triple colored line at KL Sentral. I don't miss this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SfpjbP0CWDI/AAAAAAAAAM4/QWKMhpo45mU/s1600-h/Photo0554.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SfpjbP0CWDI/AAAAAAAAAM4/QWKMhpo45mU/s320/Photo0554.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330682428698810418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for my always DELAYED train from Midvalley station. Absolutely don't miss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/Sfpj85VRS3I/AAAAAAAAANA/uA4vLu1NkTk/s1600-h/Photo0557.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/Sfpj85VRS3I/AAAAAAAAANA/uA4vLu1NkTk/s320/Photo0557.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330683006779738994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing up in the train while on the way to work. Definitely won't miss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SfpkX3IeSnI/AAAAAAAAANI/glfrlAsVaNs/s1600-h/Photo0562.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SfpkX3IeSnI/AAAAAAAAANI/glfrlAsVaNs/s320/Photo0562.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330683470045661810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one, I would TOTALLY miss! Me and Nad's final drinks after work as Bates141 girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SfpkwkJ8FGI/AAAAAAAAANQ/j-Uox53pQbc/s1600-h/Photo0539.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SfpkwkJ8FGI/AAAAAAAAANQ/j-Uox53pQbc/s320/Photo0539.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330683894448264290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't be missing to go to work. But I'll be missing people in them. Menara IGB is the one far right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4981645959613756968-7674323063389431647?l=nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/feeds/7674323063389431647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/04/things-i-missed-and-definitely-not-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/7674323063389431647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/7674323063389431647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/04/things-i-missed-and-definitely-not-in.html' title='Things I missed and definitely not. (in pictures).'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00885192937511472044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SVrbjuspYKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jy5y5AS_pAg/S220/P1010669.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SfpjBZDkrzI/AAAAAAAAAMw/_Jeb_3x19mY/s72-c/Photo0553.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981645959613756968.post-2197257894073934483</id><published>2009-04-30T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T19:43:11.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Countdown</title><content type='html'>Since my life are all about numbers and silly lyrics/jingles. Here is the countdown of silly stuff I've done or happened during my internship. Because I can't just take life so seriously, you silly!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - 4 movies I've catch with Nadhyrah after office hours. &lt;br /&gt; - 6 people hugged me goodbye when I left the company.&lt;br /&gt; - 2 guys were my mentor (Frederick &amp; Julian).&lt;br /&gt; - 6 weeks in total, I had to endure the boring part of doing data entry ONLY.&lt;br /&gt; - 3 times I got the flu while at work. Never been so easily sick in my whole life.&lt;br /&gt; - 1 time I saw a lady flossing her teeth in the train.&lt;br /&gt; - 1 time my brother actually picked me up from KL Sentral.&lt;br /&gt; - 1 day is the total day of me driving to work most of the week. &lt;br /&gt; - 1 (Once) my COO actually acknowledge me in the weekly WIP meeting. &lt;br /&gt; - 1 (Once) there was no WIP meeting in a week. &lt;br /&gt; - 3 cute guys I saw in the train or while waiting for the train. One, most recently &lt;br /&gt;   last Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt; - 2 is number of times the train actually waited for me be to get on board.&lt;br /&gt; - 15 is the number of clients I helped handle. &lt;br /&gt; - 1 (Once) my car broke down at the Midvally's parking lot.&lt;br /&gt; - 1 (Once) Muzaffar treat me and Nad for an expensive movie. Thanks!&lt;br /&gt; - 1 (Once) I went back incredibly late around 9pm.&lt;br /&gt; - 1 (Once) I arrived home late around 11pm. &lt;br /&gt; - 1 (Once) gone karaoke with friends until 4am after work.&lt;br /&gt; - 5 times I had lunch with Huda at Midvalley.&lt;br /&gt; - 3 times we had lunch with Sue and Baya. (Primeworks gals)&lt;br /&gt; - 4's and 5's is the scale my supervisor gave me in my evaluation form.&lt;br /&gt; - 6 is the total I have to pay for parking at Midvalley.&lt;br /&gt; - 6 days in total I took leave/mc during my internship.&lt;br /&gt; - 5 is the number of questionnaires I did while I was there.&lt;br /&gt; - 1 (Once) I participated in a talk/presentation by a research company on "Malay &lt;br /&gt;   Culture". - Seriously, I didn't learn anything, all it was to me its a realization&lt;br /&gt;   of how NOT Malay I am. At least I don't fall into that norm.&lt;br /&gt; - 1 (Once) I came to work freaking early at 8am. (First time I drove to work)&lt;br /&gt; - 1 (Once) I got involved in a fender bender in front of Angkasapuri while on the &lt;br /&gt;   way to work.&lt;br /&gt; - 2 times I had lunch with my colleagues besides Nad (of course!). One was with the&lt;br /&gt;   slut and the other with me and Nad's gossip buddy; Kak Azlina.&lt;br /&gt; - 3 guys actually asked me if I have a boyfriend. One of them is actually gay.&lt;br /&gt; - 1 (Once) my supervisor bought me a drink @ Starbucks.&lt;br /&gt; - 4 times I have to become the 'mystery' women on the phone. (Mystery Caller)&lt;br /&gt; - 4 'manja' nicks my supervisor called me (babe, sweetie, darling, baby - but &lt;br /&gt;   usually darling). This happened often whenever he wanted to give a new task.&lt;br /&gt; - 1 (Once) my supervisor mentioned my name while in the WIP meeting.&lt;br /&gt; - 2 times I had to moved desks in the office.&lt;br /&gt; - 1 time I had to stay back at work until 9pm to pack goodie bags for an event.&lt;br /&gt; - 1 amazing concert I went during the internship course. (Jason Mraz)&lt;br /&gt; - 5 is the number of Chinese newspapers I have to monitor most days in a week. &lt;br /&gt;   (Nanyang Siang Pau, Kwang Wah Yit Poh, Sin Chew Daily, Oriental Daily &amp; China &lt;br /&gt;    Press)&lt;br /&gt; - 1 (Once) I saw a guy dancing at the train platform while he was listening to&lt;br /&gt;   his MP3. Weird. &lt;br /&gt; - 1 (Once) I had a baby spat at me while in the train. Thankfully, he was CUTE!&lt;br /&gt; - 1 (Once) I had my PC at work reformat because it can't accept the new 2007 &lt;br /&gt;   Windows installation.&lt;br /&gt; - 1 (Once) I wore a short dress at work.&lt;br /&gt; - 5:30pm to 6:30pm is my usual time I got off work.&lt;br /&gt; - 6 people at work actually asked me to do work for them directly. If indirectly,&lt;br /&gt;   the number would be double.&lt;br /&gt; - 1 (Once) I had to buy breakfast for my colleague. But no biggie, I was somewhere&lt;br /&gt;   near McD, anyway.&lt;br /&gt; - 1 (Once) I stole a promo display of a competitor at Cold Storage. After that,&lt;br /&gt;   I didn't set foot in there for a week.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Well, that's all I could think of. Sayonara.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4981645959613756968-2197257894073934483?l=nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/feeds/2197257894073934483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/04/countdown.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/2197257894073934483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/2197257894073934483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/04/countdown.html' title='The Countdown'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00885192937511472044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SVrbjuspYKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jy5y5AS_pAg/S220/P1010669.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981645959613756968.post-1423150446538512341</id><published>2009-04-30T06:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T08:18:07.737-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Week 17: The Finale.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/Sfmqka3t-OI/AAAAAAAAAMY/eR7P-Q9jWXc/s1600-h/Photo0532.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/Sfmqka3t-OI/AAAAAAAAAMY/eR7P-Q9jWXc/s400/Photo0532.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330479176634726626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. That's my messy desk at the office. I know right, Nadia messy? - Aahah! Well, what can I say, I have 2 'brilliant' supervisors that kept asking me to do tabulation and data entry, so my desk is filled with thousands sheets of papers. And yes, that's YM on the screen, and yes again, I have a pic of Jason Mraz as my wallpaper. I need to keep it calm while dealing with these pranksters. Listening to Jason is not enough, I need to see him in the morning to keep me in the 'zen' mode. Once, one of my supervisor passed behind me and saw Jason on the screen, he made a comment: "Ahh, (pointing at the screen), makes u wanna kiss him, right?"...I replied with a big grin and said "YES!". So busybody. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the finale. I got like 5 hugs in total from my colleagues. One actually hugged me more than once. Other than that, people would shake my hand when i bid them goodbye. Y'know, this morning when I drove to work, I felt at ease, calm, cool, and collected. Jason was on, that's probably it, but this is a strange calm, it has a mix of grim feeling, which I didn't predict. Well, I've been dissing and complaining, AND even swooning over some of my colleagues. But, to tell you the truth, it is those that I was dissing over, and complaining about that I miss most. Those that I was swooning over, I don't feel a thing. Mandarin, Japanese or even that cute Indian guy I got as my supervisor. Nope. Plus, he gave me bad grades. So, couldn't care less. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who read my blog, knows that there is this one particular person who drove me nuts every single week. The hedgehog. He wasn't there when I bid my 'auf wiedersehen' on this finale. But he did gave me a strange and unpredicted hug from behind when he found out that I was leaving - I was sitting down, doing his data entry work. I couldn't be more shocked. It was incredibly sweet, so I lay my head on his belly that was practically near my head anyway. He told me, he will misses me. I bet he misses bossing me around and teasing me. That could be it. Nadhyrah was dumbfounded  when i told her this. But, it was sweet, I couldn't resist a belly for a pillow. Somehow, I miss his sarcastic comments. I gotta say, sarcasm is one of the traits he taught me unofficially. That's why I find it strange that I miss this ass, me and him are like cat and mouse. Btw, he called me a mouse once. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other people that I'll be missing is one scary lady and her 'loyal' companion. They make a good PR team. I called her scary because she seldom smiles at me when I first started. I feed her and her companion candies and junks. Love sharing food with them. They're like kids when they eat junks. Her loyal companion, also have a partner in crime. She's a great sport. I knew right away she's got to be the sweet one. But I'm not fooled by the looks, she could be a slut in disguise too. I mean it in a good bitchy way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike what Nad was predicting, the 141 peeps didn't throw me a farewell. In fact, most of them, didn't even know that I'm leaving today. With the exception of my partner in crime, the 'slut' aka Ivan Khoo, my supervisors, and the COO - somehow, he knows and actually acknowledge it during the first day this week. I can't believe that busy guy knows, and those working under him, didn't know squat. So, when I bid them farewell, they all were surprised that I'm leaving. I was like..duh!? I thought I made my point since last week. I guess no one was taking hints except myself. So, when I had my awkward talk and hand shake with the COO, he asked if the peeps buy me lunch, of course I said no, and it's not necessary. But, he insist of me setting a date next week and actually do lunch with them all. Sweet gesture. Let's just see how my week unfolds next week. But, one thing for certain, I will totally would have lunch with Nadhyrah and Kak Azlina - the lovely receptionist.  I'll be missing them both so incredibly much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since they didn't buy me lunch, the interns (that's me, Nadhyrah and Ivan - from UTAR) and plus, our beloved Jaja from Cosmopolitan came over to joined us for our much deserving lunch at Tony Roma's. We were incredibly full and fully satisfied. &lt;br /&gt;Since it was our last day, we couldn't care less so we went out early and came back late. Here is a pic of us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/Sfm2jDBBSzI/AAAAAAAAAMg/8XiwG1t9CxY/s1600-h/Photo0559.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/Sfm2jDBBSzI/AAAAAAAAAMg/8XiwG1t9CxY/s320/Photo0559.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330492347190954802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, I resumed back to my crappy data entry task. But at this point, I loss the edge already. So, I was still continuing on my indie/rock music education courtesy of the 'slut'. So, I was taking my own sweet time of chatting around and surfing the net. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I left, I attended a few businesses first. First, the checks. One for Jaja's cousin which were overdue for 2 months. Two, for me. Then, I handed up my office pass to the HR. The office manager passed me a phone call sheets - basically the calls I made from my phone at the office. It was ALL office calls. Then, there was the instruction I gave to my supervisor about the data entry sheets. Which is the done pile and which one are not done yet. Then, I packed my stuff, and bid not strange and nice looking people goodbye. If I didn't say bye to them, its because they're scary looking, or just simply not reachable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After many awkward goodbyes and handshakes. But even more lovelier huggies. Me and Nadhyrah had our last after office drinks at one of our fave restaurant; Belanga. I drank sirap selasih and she had lime juice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/Sfm7UGx5ICI/AAAAAAAAAMo/ImIz1x0q_RU/s1600-h/Photo0561.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/Sfm7UGx5ICI/AAAAAAAAAMo/ImIz1x0q_RU/s320/Photo0561.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330497588061347874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nad cried continuously. Her eyes are red most of the time were there. I was just there staring and trying to come up with the right emotion because frankly, I can't feel a thing. I was in a state of shock. A few days ago, I was super excited that I'm leaving, I can't wait to close this phase of my life. But, now when the day comes, I started to realize the things that I'll missing. Nadhyrah, is hands down, is a rarity to me. We don't agree in some things, but somehow, and mostly often we know exactly what each other are talking about. She understands me better than my own best friends who know me longer than she does. It happens quite a lot, to the extend we want to stop talking to each other about our likes and dislikes of the day. She knows how I thinks and vice versa. I swear, if she was a man, I'll marry him this instance. Our fave line: "Nad, we better stop talking, if not we're scared ourselves!!". While at the office, people around us are constantly wondering and asking why are we go giggly. I just replied, we are naturally giggly. Can't help it if we enjoy each others company. On a serious note, Nad is the only person in the whole office that keep me sane in the circus they called Bates141. For that honey, a million thanks to u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I left, I sent an email to everyone, y'know, the typical thank you note. And, like how I would end every phase in life with a song: this time its...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So long, farewell, auf Wiedersehen, goodbye, I leave and heave a sigh and say goodbye -- Goodbye!" &lt;br /&gt;- Sound of Music movie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4981645959613756968-1423150446538512341?l=nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/feeds/1423150446538512341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/04/week-17-finale.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/1423150446538512341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/1423150446538512341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/04/week-17-finale.html' title='Week 17: The Finale.'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00885192937511472044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SVrbjuspYKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jy5y5AS_pAg/S220/P1010669.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/Sfmqka3t-OI/AAAAAAAAAMY/eR7P-Q9jWXc/s72-c/Photo0532.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981645959613756968.post-4642898852451039076</id><published>2009-04-18T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T10:47:38.015-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Listen to this: Ben Folds</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SeoSKh9eVyI/AAAAAAAAAL4/epOKyrEQnk8/s1600-h/benfolds-mso1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 254px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SeoSKh9eVyI/AAAAAAAAAL4/epOKyrEQnk8/s320/benfolds-mso1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326089481443235618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably wondering why is this nerdy looking guy is on my blog page. Well, I happened to love this nerdy looking guy, at least his music lah! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is Ben Folds. I heard his song; "You don't know me" somewhere. It's pretty catchy. So you guys SHOULD check it out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That song is in repeat in my PC at work, thanks to my flamboyant colleague for giving me all these indie rock musics education. He practically give me like almost half of his iTunes playlist!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember to check him out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4981645959613756968-4642898852451039076?l=nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/feeds/4642898852451039076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/04/listen-to-this-ben-folds.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/4642898852451039076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/4642898852451039076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/04/listen-to-this-ben-folds.html' title='Listen to this: Ben Folds'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00885192937511472044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SVrbjuspYKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jy5y5AS_pAg/S220/P1010669.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SeoSKh9eVyI/AAAAAAAAAL4/epOKyrEQnk8/s72-c/benfolds-mso1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981645959613756968.post-2838034038152261109</id><published>2009-04-17T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T10:33:41.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Week 15: "hahahahhehehehahahehe"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SeoOuSTMVQI/AAAAAAAAALw/ondqwGam4Lw/s1600-h/giggle_magnet01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SeoOuSTMVQI/AAAAAAAAALw/ondqwGam4Lw/s320/giggle_magnet01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326085697668142338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quite enjoyed my week at work this week. I thought that my work will pile up since the departure of Suh Shien (UTAR intern). Well, it supposedly did, but the 'Headcount' business is starting to slow down...all i heard are t &amp; C, some golf events and so on..lots of P &amp; C shitz. No more silly 'mystery phone calls', and visits to competitors or clients to check up on them. Literally, I only helped my supervisors with making copies and scanning only...other than that we barely talked to each other besides occasional "Hello/Morning/Are you Ok, Nadia?". That's it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I lend my hand to the PR department and to the Account Director. I pick up some of the previous intern's chores, like doing media monitoring (paper clippings), that task alone is freaking time consuming and very tedious, because it involves a few steps. First, monitor for clients and competitors through the whole freaking newspapers available in the state of Selangor (and YES! I have to flip through the Chinese newspapers too!). Second, need to divide it to articles and ads. Then, scan the articles. Next, retrieve the scan clippings online. After that, photoshop it. Label it accordingly. Create a new folder in the company's public server for the recent date of clippings. Then, go through once again the paper clippings for the day and type it in the email one by one to disseminate to everyone in the department. Lastly, file and store it accordingly in the cupboard for safekeeping. This whole process will take half a day. Sometimes it takes even longer if some people would rather do the work twice, of reading and highlight the wanted news and ask us to check and pull it out. Why lah can't pull it yourself while you reading it? You can safe your time and effort of actually gives us the instructions and avoid the Q &amp; A session. Aiyoo! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only best part of doing these tasks is that my homo friend in the office who is the junior PR exec is super fabulous! So, it's a blast doing this with him! We joke around a lot. We played darts at the office, he did catwalks impersonations, we mix each others rhythms, we gossiped a lot, we poke/pinch/chase/tease each other, prancing, exchange musics, and brag about cute guys in the papers! He's like my bestie; Azlan Mohamed's substitute...note: not a replacement! Basically, he's the sunshine in the dark cloud of Bates141. Don't even need to mention Bates, they're quiet as a grave most of the time anyway. Thankfully, my side is more livelier, although many contribute to a lot of sarcasm and craziness. I think it something to do with stress. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, most interesting task this week is doing market research. Me and Nad did a duo effort this time around. She's doing some hair styling research. While, I'm in charge to do research for our existing client. Don't get me wrong, I love doing field work, cuz I get to get out of the office, but for market research you have to be sneaky. You're like a spy for the company. Spying not only on your clients, but also their competitors. Thankfully, the office is near Midvalley, so, basically 'almost' everything under one roof. I have to go to supermarkets for research on the competitors promo activities if there is any. I got to be sneaky enough to score some pictures of the promotional efforts - that's bad cuz these places doesn't allow cameras. And, if they see you writing something down, they will get suspicious! And, maybe ask you to leave. Well, I didn't get caught, but I think the security camera caught my face while stealing the inserts at the display. I even took a picture. After I noticed there's a camera next to me, I grabbed Nad and rushed off outside. Scary. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After getting back to the office, the whole office went berserk on my espionage activity. It's hilarious when I think of it. Somehow, masa tu lah every freaking supermarket wanted to stock up. So, there's no privacy for me to do research. My look of urgency and nervous, doesn't help the securities from thinking twice about my doing there. Mana nyer tidak, I felt like I'm doing something naughty! Sheesh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, you guys got to congratulate Nad for something. Asked her why. It's a great news. You should be proud of it, Nad. You got to be the only one now in our class with a certain future ahead of you. Cheers, babe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that, we shared a lil bonding time with our beloved gossipy receptionist. She's a doll. She had shared so many office gossips with me and Nad. So, I said that our lunch with her on last Friday is overdue. Let's just say, the 3 of us, can really gossip! Hehehehahahehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, till next week, you'll hear me bragging about my data entry shitz..since my boss said I'll be doing that 'shitz' once again before I leave for some kids milk powder brand event. This 'product redemption' thingy is killing me. I'm gonna get cross eyed. Speaking of ill being, I was feeling freaking woozy last Thursday. I lost my balance when I woke up. The when I took my shower, I kept leaning to the left. I can't close my eyes for a moment, if not I fell. Can't even look up or down, which is sucks because I have to reach in high places when I work. Ended up, I made a conclusion that I had a low blood sugar level. I've been skipping my Cokes' lately. I guess the body just not use to it. Now, no need to worry, I got plenty of sugar in my system - I just drank Godiva's Elixir drink, a Coke and a Rootbeer! Power up!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers! 2 more weeks to go and we're FREE!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4981645959613756968-2838034038152261109?l=nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/feeds/2838034038152261109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/04/week-15-hahahahhehehehahahehe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/2838034038152261109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/2838034038152261109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/04/week-15-hahahahhehehehahahehe.html' title='Week 15: &quot;hahahahhehehehahahehe&quot;'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00885192937511472044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SVrbjuspYKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jy5y5AS_pAg/S220/P1010669.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SeoOuSTMVQI/AAAAAAAAALw/ondqwGam4Lw/s72-c/giggle_magnet01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981645959613756968.post-2154615067835710824</id><published>2009-04-15T05:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T05:55:27.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cutest Thing I Ever Laid My Eyes On (period!)</title><content type='html'>I was in awed when my nephew, Amreel Nuqman came over my house this morning. It was raining that morning, so he had the CUTEST Osh Kosh hoodie on!! Totally melt my tiny heart. See for yourself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SeXZD3jQP-I/AAAAAAAAALo/WYpAe7S3XIg/s1600-h/Photo0535.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SeXZD3jQP-I/AAAAAAAAALo/WYpAe7S3XIg/s320/Photo0535.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324900794910130146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SeXZDRWdoiI/AAAAAAAAALg/ueGo1YzUxHg/s1600-h/Photo0534.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SeXZDRWdoiI/AAAAAAAAALg/ueGo1YzUxHg/s320/Photo0534.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324900784655933986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't he the cutest baby u ever seen!!??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4981645959613756968-2154615067835710824?l=nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/feeds/2154615067835710824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/04/cutest-thing-i-ever-laid-my-eyes-on.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/2154615067835710824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981645959613756968/posts/default/2154615067835710824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-notetoself.blogspot.com/2009/04/cutest-thing-i-ever-laid-my-eyes-on.html' title='The Cutest Thing I Ever Laid My Eyes On (period!)'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00885192937511472044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SVrbjuspYKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jy5y5AS_pAg/S220/P1010669.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcgjed0HWY/SeXZD3jQP-I/AAAAAAAAALo/WYpAe7S3XIg/s72-c/Photo0535.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
