tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-388402812024-03-20T17:55:13.669+08:00ParadiseShenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02433248496060648884noreply@blogger.comBlogger498125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38840281.post-16934062173269804392011-12-01T12:41:00.002+08:002011-12-01T13:01:07.980+08:00IronicLife is simply ironic, doesn't it? Sometimes now matter how hard you work for it, if it's never meant to be yours..it will never be. Parents tought us that we should always work hard to achieve our dreams but sometimes no matter how much effort you put it, it will never come to you and sometimes when you hardly do anything, it just comes to you easily. Yeah, sucks but that's the reality that life is full of unfairness. In fact, I'm so getting used to it. <div><br /></div><div>In fairy tales, there are characters that live "happily" ever after but that doesn't work in real life. Reality check. My sister disliked me being sad, down or tattered. But I'm so lost with the things I want in my life right now. I always felt that something important is missing in my life and probably I was just trying too hard to seek for a certain ideal life which rarely exist. </div><div><br /></div><div>Dissatisfaction with life isn't a big deal, right? In fact it's just a matter of how a person looks into their life. I should probably learn to look at the big picture and learn to realize that things may not be perfect, but they are simply wonderful. Appreciation, simplicity and satisfaction are what I should cultivate in my inner self. And true happiness too. </div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFR8V4krRwsiD-MnlLnELLABaLQuFPlZziUUsJh_UF8nhK-j3gWNrNIkrGMMw8h9QB1IyIA15c6kLWmRcXprAc6Xy1A_wlGx7XH3Qs6Pw1yafk37-MoPnvyI5VXC05uNdbtSWPHA/s1600/IMG_3236%255B1%255D.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFR8V4krRwsiD-MnlLnELLABaLQuFPlZziUUsJh_UF8nhK-j3gWNrNIkrGMMw8h9QB1IyIA15c6kLWmRcXprAc6Xy1A_wlGx7XH3Qs6Pw1yafk37-MoPnvyI5VXC05uNdbtSWPHA/s320/IMG_3236%255B1%255D.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681015843793916578" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">And there's always someone out there who loves me a lot. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Whom adore me for who I am. </div><div style="text-align: center;">so what's there not to be happy with life, right?</div><div style="text-align: center;">yes, shen. </div><div style="text-align: center;">"Smile as you hit the bumps in the road and savor the best moments- and with that, you will achieve the happily ever after you seek" </div>Shenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02433248496060648884noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38840281.post-45215923459932167752011-11-25T22:57:00.005+08:002011-11-25T23:06:58.321+08:00Assurance<i><span class="Apple-style-span" >"When everyone wants you to be that someone whom you can never be" </span></i><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>For the past 21 years, I wondered over my existence in this world. Is it merely a burden? What's the main point of living in this world? Is it all about chasing after your dreams (living in a huge house with a six figure salary, driving the most posh car and dressing up in the best wardrobe range ever?) or is it just about attaining happiness from the simplest thing in life (driving kids to school, eating the most delicious food ever and doing things that you enjoy most in your life)? Chasing after your dreams does not guarantee happiness and likewise, happiness is temporary only. So tell me what is the purpose of choosing either one when both do not seem to guarantee anything at all? </div>Shenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02433248496060648884noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38840281.post-27005237886489171152011-11-24T21:07:00.002+08:002011-11-26T00:36:53.547+08:00Best of 2011 Kpop SongsFor those who claim <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">kpop</span> songs are trash, then you're probably missing out one of the best-produced songs ever. I admit the fact that I listen to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">kpop</span> songs most of the time, preferably those by male bands or male solo artist (sadly female voices especially those cutesy/ high pitched ones do not work well on me- totally hate it) and I am total sucker for <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">korean</span> slow and dandy raps, which I totally totally totally adore it. Hence, my best of 2011 <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">definitely</span> has a rap inserted somewhere within the song and I quoted some lines from the song too. Despite my dislike listening to female songs, Baby Soul's No better than strangers and Going Crazy (Song <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">ji</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">eun</span>) stood high in my list, defeating all the other male songs.<br /><br /><br /><b><span class="Apple-style-span">Best of 2o11</span></b> (in random orders)<div><br />1) Can You Smile (Infinite)<div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>"By having you by my side, you've lost your smile. Because you can only be happy once you leave my side" </i></span><br /><br /><iframe width="400" height="233" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/mURWRvwfVXQ?hd=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe><br /><br /><br /><br />2) The fact (Beast)<br /></div><div><br /></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span">totally adore all the voices here</span></i></div><div><br /></div><div><iframe width="400" height="233" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/a4S2xiRSLOc" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe><br /><br /><br /><br />3) I remember (Bang Yong <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Guk</span> ft <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Yoseob</span>)<div><br /></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span">"First I became better than anyone else, I hoped you will regret it when you saw me, Yeah like that you even ignored my music, Now I blast it through the streets of Seoul"</span></i></div><div><br /><iframe width="400" height="233" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/71uX72tMjvI?hd=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe></div><div><br /><br />4) On rainy days (Beast)</div><div><br /></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span">"It's over anyway, what is there to do now?, just looking back and regretting like an idiot, It rains all the time so this will keep repeating, when it stops i will stop too"</span></i></div><div><br /><iframe width="400" height="233" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/eOl_5WWPNNE?hd=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe><br /><br /><br />5)Run Away (Wei Chen ft <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Joon</span> & Thunder (<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Mblaq</span>)</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>(one of my favourite rap of all time) </i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>"The sky's pitch black painted with shades of grey clouds, can't recall the last time I've seen a sunny day. You hear the concrete cry"</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span">"if we can grow together instead of growing apart, maybe we can save what wasn't even ours form the start"</span></i></div><div><br /></div><div><iframe width="400" height="233" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/3abKO5Q2WLk?hd=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe><br /><br /><br />6) Paradise (Infinite)</div><div><br /></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span">"If only you're here, this is paradise, a paradise where I retained you against your will, a sad paradise from where you can't escape, a paradise where we can be together forever" (awesome falsetto chorus)</span></i></div><div><br /><iframe width="400" height="233" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/wEqqym5xb4s?hd=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe><br /><br /><br />7) No better than strangers (Baby soul ft <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Wheesung</span>)</div><div><br /></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span">i love this song as a whole because it tells a story and the verse after the 1st chorus was awesomely written. </span></i></div><div><br /></div><div><iframe width="400" height="233" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/dTledrWQseY?hd=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe></div><div><br /><br />8) Going Crazy (Song <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Ji</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">Eun</span> ft Bang Yong <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">Guk</span>)</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>I swear Bang Yong <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">Guk's</span> rap totally rocks the whole song even though it wasn't his song. </i></span></div><div><br /></div><div><iframe width="400" height="301" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/qMEpBJ-ZIIc" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div></div></div><div>Apart from all the songs listed above, there's one particular song that will always remain special in my heart because I am exactly the kind of person, described by the song. Cold from the outside and finds it extremely difficult to express my love to someone including my own parents/family even though I treasured them more than anything in my life. "I love you" is not a term that you will listen from me but I do love everyone that's part of my life tremendously. So yes mum, dad, sis and friends, I treasure you a lot!<br /><br /><iframe width="400" height="233" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/I8ik5qswUp0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe><br /></div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Shenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02433248496060648884noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38840281.post-61117341487447216712011-08-20T21:36:00.005+08:002011-08-20T21:52:57.135+08:00So much of being popular..<div style="text-align: left;">I ditched my long-established blog for varied reasons, either i am tired of it or hate the fact that</div><div style="text-align: left;">too many people knew about my blog. Despite many years back I would have forked all the way</div> out to publicize my blog, I would not do it now. I grew up. Back then, all I wanted to be was popular, to be known, to be pretty, to be the one and only one. Those days when i wanted to be everything that everyone wanted to be. Back then, I thought life was all about being popular and getting recognized from people. But surprisingly as i grew up, I begin to hide under my shell, isolating myself from the outside and keep hidden secrets within myself. I find it difficult to express what I hold beneath my heart and felt alone occasionally. I wasn't a special person and wasn't someone's special too. My life is plain boring, revolving around myself only. And as i grew up, I realized I was more complex than ever. Was it just a part of growing up? Or just the something that was only found in me? Right now, all I want in my life is to do the things that I<div> always wanted to do and care less of others' opinions on me.I may not be awesome but I can never change who I am. <div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxFEP1Mg6gwS7hg6-3Uv71Rz64R2kHqY6VuLotbeIUaABWbQEJtJUAc2hEVj_EZGsFshrByQi00scIUx2gc55NWmeL6VWrliQQ6DtJDNRWeqZyJLpxCdGSJ-a-Is1QTNkns4Ug_A/s320/10994322_DYVJpHTK_c_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642934822147224098" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 320px; " /></div><div style="text-align: center;">and probably one day, I will be a superhero in myself. </div><div>
<br /></div></div>Shenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02433248496060648884noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38840281.post-39965023660050983912011-03-09T20:05:00.003+08:002011-03-20T17:31:17.956+08:00Life of A Man (Joseph Vincent)<iframe title="YouTube video player" width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/nq-KmvPtHIY" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe>
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<br /><div>i refuse to believe the fact that i was back in Brisbane for a month already. </div><div>and for a month, i abandoned my blog.</div><div>i am not sure if i am glad to be back in Brisbane but I miss my parents and my sister dearly. </div><div>It feels different not having them by my side, not eating proper meal and not commuting by car any longer. </div><div>I am usually reminded that there is sunshine after rain....and after a storm, the sun will shine again. It may take a few minutes later, a few hours or even a few days but it will happen eventually. I might be seeing my sunshine soon for everything went pretty well lately. Despite the occasional ups and downs, I am handling it way better than before, for experiences make a person wiser. </div><div>I know my parents are checking my blog regularly and earnestly waiting for my updates. They aren't using <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">skype and </span>I couldn't see them visually for 9 months. It sucks and i miss their faces badly. So, here I am, back in my Blog.. stuffing as much pictures as possible to let them know I am doing great here. So worry less about me and be healthy back home. </div><div>
<br /></div><div>In fact, in three words, I can sum up everything about my life: "It goes on"</div><div>
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<br />rural awareness trip to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">maleny</span>, sunshine coast.</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; ">
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<br />Korean International Dinner, we won <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">ramen</span>! </div><div>
<br /></div><div>i am not sure if anyone realize, but my circle of friends is changing. For better or for worse? I could never figure that out, only time will tell. </div><div>and so, that simply sums up my one month in Brisbane.. and though it was more than that, I am just too lazy to upload the pictures in my blog. </div><div>Till then, I shall return to this blog real soon (I hope so) </div><div>
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<br />my summer break in Malaysia began with a 3 days 2 nights trip to KL. it was so short and brief that I earnestly yearned for a longer trip with them. During that brief period, my mind was free from worries and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">laughter</span> didn't seem fake at all. Sincerity brought the joy in friendship. </div><div>
<br /><div><a href="http://s834.photobucket.com/albums/zz263/maxscamer/?action=view&current=156316_1679425899366_1049072416_1881479_4108309_n.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i834.photobucket.com/albums/zz263/maxscamer/156316_1679425899366_1049072416_1881479_4108309_n.jpg" border="0" alt="<span class=" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" /></a></div><div>despite being so drenched out from the earlier KL trip, we challenged our bodies for a cycling trip in the forest. Though we wasn't exactly cycling due to exhaustion, I knew I was having one the best time of my life. I learnt that best friends are like diamonds, precious and rare while false friends are like leaves, found everywhere. </div><div>
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<br /></div><div><a href="http://s834.photobucket.com/albums/zz263/maxscamer/?action=view&current=DSC02289-1.jpg" target="_blank"></a><a href="http://s834.photobucket.com/albums/zz263/maxscamer/?action=view&current=IMG_0586.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i834.photobucket.com/albums/zz263/maxscamer/IMG_0586.jpg" border="0" alt="<span class=" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" /></a></div><div><a href="http://s834.photobucket.com/albums/zz263/maxscamer/?action=view&current=IMG_0586.jpg" target="_blank"></a>My dear sister who is a friend and defender of mine. A listener, a counselor and a sharer of delights and sorrows too. And seriously, the best thing about having a sister was that I always had a friend and I was never left alone. </div><div>
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<br />No matter how far you proceeded from your starting point, the heart still misses the beginning of everything. Though we left school for nearly 5 years already, the familiarity never changed from the ringing sound of the school bell to the teachers who taught us.
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<br />Just when i lost faith in friendship, I found the true sincere ones who love me for who I am. Who stood up for me when I was betrayed, lost and sad. Who showered me with hope and love. I am thankful to be surrounded by amazing family and friends. I promised that with my return to Brisbane this time, I will be a different person, a more mature and a more forgiving one. A more independent one and most importantly a more optimistic one. Though it will not be easy, but I know my family and friends will be there by my side throughout my journey.
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<br /><a href="http://s834.photobucket.com/albums/zz263/maxscamer/?action=view&current=IMG_0672-1.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i834.photobucket.com/albums/zz263/maxscamer/IMG_0672-1.jpg" border="0" alt="<span class=" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" /></a></div></div><div>Final words for my high-school friends, "If all my friends were to jump off a bridge, I wouldn't jump with them. I will be at the bottom to catch them."</div><div>
<br /></div><div>Goodbye my home and Malaysia, I shall see you again in 2012. =(</div>Shenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02433248496060648884noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38840281.post-86160938972077467702011-02-19T13:45:00.002+08:002011-02-19T13:47:08.482+08:00Really Really (Dalmatian)I really wanted to attend Beast concert badly. Really really badly.Shenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02433248496060648884noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38840281.post-32984278204051877802011-02-18T23:50:00.004+08:002011-02-19T00:03:30.170+08:00Lost in Love (Dalmatian)revamp my blog with my very first hand-drawn banner. <div>named it quirky buzz because i am a fan of quirky fashion, though i never rock the fashion well. </div><div>i decided to keep my blog as simple as possible because I desperately wish my mind is as simple as that, just like an innocent child. </div><div>
<br /></div><div><a href="http://s834.photobucket.com/albums/zz263/maxscamer/?action=view&current=IMG_0552-1.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i834.photobucket.com/albums/zz263/maxscamer/IMG_0552-1.jpg" border="0" alt="<span class=" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" /></a></div><div>Sis is leaving this Sunday and I felt lonelier than ever. </div><div>Could I freeze the summer breaks and never return to Brisbane? </div>Shenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02433248496060648884noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38840281.post-68443283813260532372011-02-05T00:22:00.001+08:002011-02-05T00:27:02.085+08:00團圓飯 (178 Reunion)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq1ruNT-oPnvPq1H2hIHMkRZAZTe-cVS4XomLAv7DsjsQEoVHXuNTnlAxdJgGoMGC0LC_R4lSNd0CvRBEV6HTMmK6BUyysDFONxvuSa-PiIUwfB6krOYs7ILCXyBp4IvVYjMpz-Q/s1600/IMG_0551.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 296px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq1ruNT-oPnvPq1H2hIHMkRZAZTe-cVS4XomLAv7DsjsQEoVHXuNTnlAxdJgGoMGC0LC_R4lSNd0CvRBEV6HTMmK6BUyysDFONxvuSa-PiIUwfB6krOYs7ILCXyBp4IvVYjMpz-Q/s400/IMG_0551.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569870843870624498" /></a>Shenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02433248496060648884noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38840281.post-56566527556015047182011-01-30T10:06:00.005+08:002011-01-30T22:51:17.983+08:00Beautiful (B2ST)<div style="text-align: center;">As <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">CNY</span> is just a few days away, I can't help feeling happier than ever. Explicitly delighted, ecstatic and intoxicated. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">1) Did i told you I won THREE <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">cds</span> and not one? THREE Cube Entertainment <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">CDs</span>, specifically B2ST. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">OMG</span>. total <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">OMG</span>. I might have downloaded their songs already but winning something you love is an unexplainable overjoyed feeling, way better than having a boyfriend. Liking B2ST since late last year is bringing in so much luck into my life and I might stick with B2ST for a pretty long time. My lucky charm. </div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio56Os9uXWt1vOXUfEXip5uAkH8dbRjRGsHlJ4bAzE_AsSKS5fDk_xKILud3DEl2pVq5KrrHkvP4_g0HAQCXoU33w_klo5UcfvWI3IssJ1948mgwMBO3wIPA-Ej9IW2vyQOtcvxg/s400/IMG_0488.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567796128797845170" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">2) Unplanned but I ended up meeting 8<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">tv</span> personalities in Malacca. Though they are not the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">hallyu</span> stars, but seeing someone familiar in the TV with your own eyes delivers this pleasant satisfaction. </div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFKXKaMUndoEJtcZhzn5zLuMjVPUhS6fPL2uSD6Pv_7RgMFrYWBoskdSfgRUcdlQbKePeLeniiEuZcoO6r6lA_S_zIBHPksgiBRRvKr2QXgO7ccWcWv6ogFRRN66PuAGPTbc0kgQ/s400/IMG_0481.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567796130553946418" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">3) after back for nearly 2 months, i finally had my all-time favourite dipping food, sate <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">celup</span>.</div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWhN2SRp-svSWcgVbpdu3IOl0lQSNCGUqxAgwF9yYbAi6RNKi2x-uXqwomm32zOWKlfqqYdQGvi64yg4qgsfxs2T_GSTtkJ24282bTXL0NqS1Q27JBWAGlPyNw2BnCBA_aLQToWQ/s400/IMG_0485.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567796122863941378" /><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">4) my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">pre</span>-order from Yes Asia arrived way earlier than I expected, sweet surprise and I'm absolutely pleased that i bought it. No regrets.<span><span></span></span></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-EAXFOVDJ0hmpcza23tz1m3Imn_xks9oglrgzL8im3L9mwzuD7I8z9OtrbFXG-F4gtjA-YVpOpADuxzaGKxZUS-2lGA5jrB_82RXTZIMmU4LgwPRy4WvraDS01Qcjwopv6m6cvg/s400/IMG_0441.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567796118473540594" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">5) Korea is famous with the so called <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">bromance</span> (the close friendship between boys, as if they are a couple) and I have my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">sromance</span> too. Couple specs, Couple shirt. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ4yIjoc5nlmN5edYKBNkqHy4R-jx6lMoEM2v1JuEOkHkBTuoybFMgIsZD-_lTipO3eZ54KAXglXA-8epWwb_12msqVZhRrMrD7Nr02PRJBAe5SbFr4vaAZ9fhtx0XFRIJMcfk5Q/s1600/friends.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ4yIjoc5nlmN5edYKBNkqHy4R-jx6lMoEM2v1JuEOkHkBTuoybFMgIsZD-_lTipO3eZ54KAXglXA-8epWwb_12msqVZhRrMrD7Nr02PRJBAe5SbFr4vaAZ9fhtx0XFRIJMcfk5Q/s400/friends.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567987578466067042" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">On, yes May the year of Rabbit bring endless luck and wealth to everyone too. And with each passing moments, Lets embrace the Chinese New Year with a brighter, joyous and colourful Future. Happy CNY! Gong Xi Fa Cai!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div>Shenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02433248496060648884noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38840281.post-64211501242818982062011-01-27T23:32:00.001+08:002011-01-27T23:41:16.355+08:00Hello (Shinee)Say Hello to Duffy, from HK Disneyland!!!<br /><br /><a href="http://s834.photobucket.com/albums/zz263/maxscamer/?action=view&current=IMG_0467.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i834.photobucket.com/albums/zz263/maxscamer/IMG_0467.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a>Shenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02433248496060648884noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38840281.post-43389379760553749482011-01-24T22:58:00.005+08:002011-01-25T00:37:31.615+08:00Pierrot (JYJ)<span><span></span></span>I did not wrote a heartfelt post for a very long time as I was fully pampered back home. <div>But the 'thing' in me will never change, the thing = the brain of mine which wanders 10000000 miles across the sea everyday. Yeah, i am a fantasy dreamer, an unnecessary worrier,and a full-time pessimist. My heart is reluctant to return Brisbane. Studying in overseas is the dream of everyone, pursue the prestigious degree in a prestigious university. That was my dream when i was little, i had my dream into reality now, yet i wasn't happy. in fact, i was far from happy. And I am tired of being a Pierrot, someone who is not a fool but struggles to find something more in life. </div><div><br /></div><div>I felt alienated studying in a country that doesn't belong to you and no matter how friendly the people there were, I always felt a part of me was missing and the bond i had with them isn't the same. Friends, that's the furthest we could be, Not best friends. Despite them, being really nice and sweet, I find myself difficult to trust them because we are not from the same cultural background. For instance, I can't crap with them about 'Pig stomach soup' which I doubt they ever tasted it before. At times, I had to stop myself from blurting out random '<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Hokkien</span>' or 'Malay' during conversations to avoid the 'wft' look from them. </div><div><br /></div><div> When i was doing my foundation, I had one of the best time studying despite the less famous, unhygienic and isolated college. I had the best roommate who share pretty much the same passion with me in music, the most awesome classmates that made me laugh frequently, the friendliest next-door/ down-stairs neighbour, the best dinner session in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">mamak</span> stalls, the best karaoke session ever in a VIP room for a normal rate and the most memorable moment of tumbling down the stairs with my neighbours swinging their doors open to laugh at me. </div><div><br /></div><div>But yet the one i miss most is my secondary life, especially Form 5. When I was hanging out with my friends lately, they told me they hated me back in Form 2 because I seemed more superior than them. To think about it again, I never really had many friends since young and especially after I skipped to standard 5 where my presence wasn't welcomed at all in 5 Hijau (my primary life) Everyone looked at me as if I was the intruder of their class. Honestly my dear friends, do you really hate <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">PTS</span> students back then? I even received '<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">surat</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">layang</span>' from my classmates, shoo-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">ing</span> me out from their class. Sadly, I am so unlikeable back then. Things became worse when I was elected as the Head Prefect in my primary school where my classmates isolated me completely except a few. It was only till Form 5 where I sat beside <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Jyi changed my social life entirely.</span> I never regretted a single moment of it because That's exactly how I met all my current best friends.</div><div><br /></div><div>Making friends ain't difficult for most people but for me, it is like a pain in the ass. Yes, best fitted description ever. I hate making first move in knowing someone. I am always concerned about people's impression on me. That's why I never make friends. It's stupid, I know but I will never approach someone unless someone approach me first. So forget about me going up to you to say HI even if i know you well. Don't ask me why. I hate that part of mine too and that's why I sucks a big time in long distance friendship because I never laid any effort to retain it despite I cherish the friendship more than myself in reality. </div><div><br /></div><div>I never make friends easily and that's a fact. Just look at my own <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Malaccan</span> friends, I knew them since Form 1 but I was only close to them in Form 5. My closest buddy ever, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Seow</span> Lin. I knew her since Standard One but we were only attached to one another in Standard 5. It took freaking 4 years to develop both friendship I had know. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Intec</span>, I knew my friends like Koo, Mary <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">anne</span>, Melissa, Carolyn since <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">Sem</span> 1 but we were only close in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">Sem</span> 3. It took freaking 1 year to build our friendship. And once I own the friendship, I treasured it more than anything. </div><div><br /></div><div>And because of those ridiculous characteristic of mine, I never make many friends in Brisbane and I felt so isolated and even more alienated in an unknown place. I do not like strangers and I hate random people trying to be your friends all of the sudden. And All of that, sums up to my pathetic unhappy life in Brisbane. Alright, not really pathetic, just far from the university life i dreamed when i was little. </div><div><br /></div><div>p/s: Oh, if you took the time to read till this sentence, you are awesome and I respect your patience to read an entire long draggy post. If you reach till this point and totally freaking out that I might be a social phobic, sorry to disappoint you but I am not. That's just me, a sad Pierrot and a more homely person. If you read till here and you are one of my friend, please be my friend forever because I do not own your friendship easily. Thanks. </div><div><br /></div><div>p/s p/s: This is the most genuine post ever written in my blog while listening to my top rated <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">korean</span> songs. </div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://s834.photobucket.com/albums/zz263/maxscamer/?action=view&current=MEMORIES.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i834.photobucket.com/albums/zz263/maxscamer/MEMORIES.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a></div>Shenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02433248496060648884noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38840281.post-27121376583790478722011-01-19T22:41:00.007+08:002011-01-20T10:52:24.968+08:00Black & White (G.NA)<div style="text-align: center;"><span><span></span></span><br /></div><span><span></span></span><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBjo7uHx83UTKbTttCWYQdec2o_FOoRe-0LV5D1AOHYZbO4cN6f0eU1_zmX_PFViLmzc8BB7aI_kkU3lfuElZa9Kb-zrMtdgWYOGxckzQmzcP81x4rGENJOOmGfKwOJPZkMvvuyw/s400/DSC05164.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563909330413661058" /><div style="text-align: center;">the annual reunion with my maternal cousin. </div><div style="text-align: center;">but our reunion ain't complete, without the other cousin who is studying in Edinburgh and the other one in India.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEhTK8XdCbliz7jHkC4M9fnViPItNWoKlq1ucbxUag9b9o007gcN181bAZ50xVfQvZFC4vrgkrr-sT1_l9EVtBOkBCEQ5pFpq2LXc81GTRsTGFNEUmlSO8QNP6kiKqqMurggJuGQ/s400/IMG_0367.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563922965633410322" /><div style="text-align: center;">and that's exactly how much we grew up. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">******</div><div style="text-align: center;"><center><object width="560" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bnz7q2v4gYE?fs=1&hl=en_US"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bnz7q2v4gYE?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object></center><center><br /></center><center>my favourite solo artist (G.NA) released her new album, Black and White yesterday. </center><center>And thanks to her, 4 minute and Beast, I won a CD from The Breakfast Show <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">NTV</span>7 by participating in the slogan writing. What an awesome way to officiate 2011!</center><center>and thanks to her title track, I discovered the coolest app in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Iphone</span> 4. One freaking awesome, FREE photo app that i enjoy tremendously. </center><center>Be prepared for the worst. </center><center><br /></center></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2IFIvV_F-Dj9iVc3rWShbh3tzAsZwH_KJQELUpQQp1JLJPsqbwS_HJZY4Ut6IPNnAvzpfgrwF9py8s6f3eXrMzzkgz3SxbbNXGDagUX3j3oc0QHL-I_dz8nub00G6sBj9EJVR8g/s400/IMG_0351.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563909320222578978" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxg5srV-4VIvK_XNeICgANB5cQwhTD3pc2g681fzGzSzyWypExo4Aiti1gw_hlIzi7x6mG8OBKiez5y1dHFyvk7j4ioTQLAi9HEiRGhfp1EA5EryU_R6fG1FJCwSS5d9I6DLQ70Q/s400/IMG_0320.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563909327151949378" /><div style="text-align: center;"> Bye, there goes my image. </div><div style="text-align: center;">but honestly, I don't care about my image any longer after being ruined by my dearest friend, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Siang</span> several times. =)</div><div style="text-align: center;">Black and White Rocks!</div>Shenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02433248496060648884noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38840281.post-53253988238859896742011-01-14T22:18:00.004+08:002011-01-14T22:52:48.631+08:00Special (B2ST)stay at this page till the picture moves.<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://picasion.com/" title="gif generator"><img src="http://i.picasion.com/pic37/e83ebdc7f3aa6016b593dea72e6f63bb.gif" width="300" height="400" border="0" alt="gif generator" /></a><div><a href="http://picasion.com/" title="gif generator"></a><br /><div>Are you irritated with the moving pic? Lol. I was.</div></div><div><br /></div><div>Currently, I'm trying my real best to learn guitar. </div><div>Good news: I could play Jingle Bell now</div><div>Bad news: My fingers are in pain and it's only the chorus I could play. </div><div><br /></div><div>I'm being pedophile lately, all because of this Guitar genius. How I wish I was six years younger. </div><div><br /></div><div><object width="560" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HVgw3hSl6A8?fs=1&hl=en_US"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HVgw3hSl6A8?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object></div><div><br /></div><div>p/s: I am lucky and fortunate that my house in Brisbane was not flooded but Brisbane will never be the same again after the flood. Hereby, I would like to convey my heartfelt sympathy to the victims of the flash flood. May the ordeal ends soon and Brisbane returns to its sunshine state. </div>Shenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02433248496060648884noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38840281.post-20879952297626324542011-01-09T23:21:00.005+08:002011-01-10T00:02:24.970+08:00Rhythm of Love (Plain White Ts)Whenever my fringe is up as below (due to the unbearable hotness in Malaysia), mum claims i look like Hwang Tae Kyung in You're Beautiful drama. Very funny, mum.
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<br /></div>p/s: Thanks to the Kecoh ones, No one is as capable as us to produce 211 comments within 3 hours.
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<br /></div>And if it wasn't for the support from my family and friends back in Malacca, I would not have hurdled through 2010 easily. Thanks to them, I felt love and sense of belonging. And because of them, I knew I am not alone in this world, in fact I knew I was the lucky one to be loved. And so, for the year of 2011, i promise to ditch the bad behind with a whole new world awaits for me, "Its mine for the taking and I know I can make it, Today my life begins."</div><div>
<br /></div><div>since my last post or since my sis was back in Malaysia, I was so preoccupied for the past two weeks, travelling to Putrajaya, Muar, Kuala Pilah, KL and celebrating friend's birthday, Xmas countdown and New Year Countdown. i blame no one, but myself when i put on endless weight. </div><div>
<br /><a href="http://s834.photobucket.com/albums/zz263/maxscamer/?action=view&current=PB271439.jpg" target="_blank"><span><span></span></span><img src="http://i834.photobucket.com/albums/zz263/maxscamer/PB271439.jpg" border="0" alt="<span class=" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" /></a></div><div><a href="http://s834.photobucket.com/albums/zz263/maxscamer/?action=view&current=PB271439.jpg" target="_blank"></a>one of my best old buddy in Malacca, Siang's 21st birthday. Thanks to Onn's extraordinary, astonishing, mind-blowing and fascinating handmade book, this dear friend of mine shed priceless tears on her birthday.
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<br />Popsicle that I miss so much, the cheapest ice-cream and yet the one I missed the most while I was in Brisbane. </div><div>
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<br /><b><i>kawan baik tersayangku dalam hatiku,</i></b></div><div>cheesy ain't it? oh well, at least my Malay ain't that rusty yet. The awesome two who brought so much laughter, though I only had a few weeks with you guys, you both deserve a lifetime memory in the brain of mine. </div><div>and secretly, i miss my other three friends tremendously too:- Jyi, Darlynn and Eunice.
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<br /></div><div>and nothing could end this post better than a candid picture with a simple smile that friends carved on your face. precious. </div><div>
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<br /></div></div>Shenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02433248496060648884noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38840281.post-22872879843494349392010-12-20T22:10:00.003+08:002010-12-20T23:24:12.462+08:00I My Me Mine (4 minute)<div style="text-align: center;">i am, one happy child.</div><div style="text-align: center;">with</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">1) a brand new striking red laptop</div><div style="text-align: center;">2) <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">sis's</span> arrival in <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Malaysia</span> this <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Wednesday</span> </div><div style="text-align: center;">3) B2st releasing 4 new tracks tomorrow with a prolonged version of my favourite song of theirs " Lights Go On Again"</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">laughing and smiling have been so easy lately. </div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN9JV22pJ8Jnc8oNEVGxIB-W_jj2c9odtCd4MSMtFMlTjeEPyoKLNfRL8WDznLMzKAQoqQ3a6f0pHRJeAyhBVbCyXU31iAEG5Jg-elwbZYc0aI5x4MBuexfBl35Mh0cR4jO_MS7w/s1600/edited.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN9JV22pJ8Jnc8oNEVGxIB-W_jj2c9odtCd4MSMtFMlTjeEPyoKLNfRL8WDznLMzKAQoqQ3a6f0pHRJeAyhBVbCyXU31iAEG5Jg-elwbZYc0aI5x4MBuexfBl35Mh0cR4jO_MS7w/s400/edited.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552768094368240434" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">till tonight, i am currently replaying five songs in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">itunes</span>;- prettiest friend (<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">jason</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">mraz</span>), <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">udon</span> ( by dong <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">woon</span> and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">davichi</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">minkyung</span>), like a star (<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">taeyon</span> & the one), i my me mine & what a girl wants ( 4 minute). </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><center><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FHSbF23YnlQ?fs=1&hl=en_US&color1=0x234900&color2=0x4e9e00"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FHSbF23YnlQ?fs=1&hl=en_US&color1=0x234900&color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></center><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">thanks to B2st, i am now addicted to 4 minute too. they're hot. sizzling hot and i somehow find myself drawn towards their songs easily. i am not so 'into' girl bands because i hate girl bands. exceptionally, 4 minute impressed me pretty well, with their vocals and sexiness. hell yes, if you are guy and you do not salivate upon watching the video, you're sick cause even i, as a girl drools over them. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><center><object width="560" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OGvwy3qhjDM?fs=1&hl=en_US&color1=0x234900&color2=0x4e9e00"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OGvwy3qhjDM?fs=1&hl=en_US&color1=0x234900&color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object></center>Shenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02433248496060648884noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38840281.post-22664305148151220232010-12-17T20:39:00.013+08:002010-12-18T00:03:04.715+08:00Sunflower<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWIn2qWlhb54OrF9W61r7Ej3C7xUwJwqH2K8Ji0RJ7-GiCV6Gl4CBzIwE4clNdHBtqMYF2Ty6p4oLRJyic-UsprkVgzvXUmDIAQE2OgVq8x1eSfSj1vu8VBz8zhCbgjT-It1rfbw/s1600/IMG_0302.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWIn2qWlhb54OrF9W61r7Ej3C7xUwJwqH2K8Ji0RJ7-GiCV6Gl4CBzIwE4clNdHBtqMYF2Ty6p4oLRJyic-UsprkVgzvXUmDIAQE2OgVq8x1eSfSj1vu8VBz8zhCbgjT-It1rfbw/s320/IMG_0302.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551678804141495170" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-style: italic;">Sunflower (</span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Sg</span><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-style: italic;"> Wannabe)</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >sorry dear blog, the comfort of home overpowered the desire of blogging.</span><br /><br /><br />being home is so overwhelming, the best time of the whole year.<br />with mum waking me up every morning, dishing out on the awesome food that i grew up with, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">lol</span>-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">ing</span> with the best <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Malaccan</span> buddies, and the ultimate bliss of not-worrying-anything. Brisbane is filled with fake smiles and stupid lies that I personally do not have the courage to face them again next year. well, as for right now, indulging into every second of it worth a million, summer holidays that i treasure a lot.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9di_l50FEiTKtiylPpkrBhizlqdpdYGmXLZ6juFGCQct86vLLAryBQcNvXEgLXwdYyIVy2ewTp0exSEYNKG3EMBTlu4CvT_zBP74KYC7kr2B34PleE0OCokvhnpjX9DN52f2GKw/s1600/154143_1667940452237_1049072416_1856541_7434572_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9di_l50FEiTKtiylPpkrBhizlqdpdYGmXLZ6juFGCQct86vLLAryBQcNvXEgLXwdYyIVy2ewTp0exSEYNKG3EMBTlu4CvT_zBP74KYC7kr2B34PleE0OCokvhnpjX9DN52f2GKw/s400/154143_1667940452237_1049072416_1856541_7434572_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551656071441134498" border="0" /></a>reunited with few of my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Malaccan</span> friends. Honestly, spending 3 days and 2 nights with them is one of the happiest moment in my life this year. 'How happy you are with your friends' is largely determined by the type of friends surrounding you. i am always isolated and deceived at the same time in Brisbane and no matter how much forgiveness is given, the scar remains a lifetime.<br />i grew up a lot this year and from my experiences, i learned which friends are worth treasuring and which are not.<span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />and for those in the pictures, you guys worth a zillion in my heart. </span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhyphenhyphenz-3D4DIrpFXfLKQGNUsMiwWKD4i_Mo3WVnUVu3FnHFf2bVSM6Z5M2hpGnoEdUMO7pbDlOQZrx-cLhsre7kJom9U366xcZ_EdaeRvSs3RYYoJjOgSfUHhSJBZFGPoBQUBh_rwg/s1600/63559_1667838369685_1049072416_1856328_5862623_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhyphenhyphenz-3D4DIrpFXfLKQGNUsMiwWKD4i_Mo3WVnUVu3FnHFf2bVSM6Z5M2hpGnoEdUMO7pbDlOQZrx-cLhsre7kJom9U366xcZ_EdaeRvSs3RYYoJjOgSfUHhSJBZFGPoBQUBh_rwg/s400/63559_1667838369685_1049072416_1856328_5862623_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551656078894195938" border="0" /></a>back home, friends regard me as 'Ah <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Shiok</span>', a name which I despised being called as back in school days. But lately, whenever, my friends yell 'Ah <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Shiok</span>', those fuzzy warm feeling creeps in and it <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">made</span> me smile. How I wish I could hear that the whole year through for it signifies that I am safe and back home in Malacca.<br />so for those in Malacca, please do call me 'Ah <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Shiok</span>' as many times as possible within these 3 months because it adds smiles into my day.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTVqLrEyTjE_z_AVHeb_8rXulQvTxrughnri1HeJGDDNrEyxEaDQBDJVD4JA8bFuLTi300E76KaZDs6D96O30FfiWFPkikzXqYF8pYpYp7E8c7wlr0HSiaU2Um8LjGK3DiP-PO4w/s1600/154186_1667892491038_1049072416_1856459_8146054_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTVqLrEyTjE_z_AVHeb_8rXulQvTxrughnri1HeJGDDNrEyxEaDQBDJVD4JA8bFuLTi300E76KaZDs6D96O30FfiWFPkikzXqYF8pYpYp7E8c7wlr0HSiaU2Um8LjGK3DiP-PO4w/s400/154186_1667892491038_1049072416_1856459_8146054_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551656070248447954" border="0" /></a><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9di_l50FEiTKtiylPpkrBhizlqdpdYGmXLZ6juFGCQct86vLLAryBQcNvXEgLXwdYyIVy2ewTp0exSEYNKG3EMBTlu4CvT_zBP74KYC7kr2B34PleE0OCokvhnpjX9DN52f2GKw/s1600/154143_1667940452237_1049072416_1856541_7434572_n.jpg"><br /></a><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div>Shenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02433248496060648884noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38840281.post-54853464966058450452010-12-03T14:41:00.004+08:002010-12-03T14:53:59.359+08:00Creating Love<span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">Creating Love (4 minute)</span>
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<br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">my last post from Brisbane in the year of 2010. </span></span>
<br />yes i am boarding the plane tonight and i will be home tomorrow morning.
<br />i did a horse book for <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">miranda</span>, it turns out pretty amazing. What do you guys think?
<br />Lame story, i know but it's for a five year old kid.
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<br />Perhaps i should have considered kids' cartoonist as my job instead of pharmacist.
<br />Till then, i shall be blogging from Malaysia instead. See YA!
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<br />Shenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02433248496060648884noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38840281.post-71745186818954927372010-11-29T20:32:00.003+08:002010-11-29T21:44:33.830+08:00I'll be Back<span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">i'll be back (2pm) </span>
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<br />am i blogging a little too often lately? sorry, my bad.
<br />i am TOTALLY excited right now for the fact that i will be back home this Friday. yes, on a plane, across the sea and cuddle myself on my own bed on Saturday morning. WOW, hard to believe but it has been a year. time flies amazingly fast.
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<br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">my updated playlist (28th Nov) </span>
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<br />hey sis, if you are reading this post, please please i am begging you to play the video below. It features <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">MA JUN</span>, yes my gu ma jun from baker king. damn, i miss his incredible acting so much and sis, please do bring the other two cds back so i could stalk on him again.
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<br />Nothing could be more pleasurable in a music video when you are feasted with everything you wanted:- amazing vocals, incredibly good looks, sleek attires and pretty actress + my favourite actor, Joo Woon aka Gu Ma Jun. pure indulgence and fan-girling. am i too old for fan-girling?
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<br />1) Miss You : SM Town Ballad
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<br />2) First Snow, First Kiss : Yo Seob B2ST and Daniel Dalmatian
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<br />3) I like you more than anything: B2ST
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<br />4) Love again: Kyu Hyun SM Town Ballad
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<br />5) I'll Back Off So You Can Live - G.NA
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<br />damn, her vocals totally gave me those goosebumps especially when you are blasting it loudly on earphones and i can't stop replaying this song for her impressive vocals and also the lyrics itself which somehow affected me slightly. it feels as if the song was written for me. and everytime i listen to it, it pierce right through me. Shall i quote the chorus here?
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<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">(I know) you probably got a lady,
<br />(I know) you probably got sick of me,</span>
<br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">Even though the tears are rushing to me </span>
<br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">I'll Back off so you can live</span>
<br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">That is all I can say</span>
<br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">I'll forget you so you can live better</span>
<br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">So that you'll be happy without me</span>
<br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">The love that you tossed away, you can take it</span>
<br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">Don't even leave a trace behind and take it all</span>
<br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">Don't even say you're sorry</span>
<br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">Don't worry about me</span>
<br /></div><p>6) Growing Pain Theme Song : B2ST <span style="font-style: italic;">(sorry no mp3 version, in fact i had to rip it from youtube video)</span></p>Shenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02433248496060648884noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38840281.post-29128350488878407332010-11-28T16:49:00.002+08:002010-11-28T17:00:34.099+08:00Butterfly<span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">Butterfly (G-dragon)</span>
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<br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">adorable, ain't she? </span></span>
<br />honestly, her huge brown bear weighs tonnes, twice heavier than myself. whoever invented that teddy bear is really ridiculous. how could a small child carry that heavy bear when an adult like myself has to drag the bear?!??
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<br /><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div>Shenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02433248496060648884noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38840281.post-65687469577809229032010-11-27T14:57:00.006+08:002010-11-27T15:26:26.138+08:00Angel<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">Angel (by Super Junior)</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >What would you feel if you come home everyday and discover lots of drawings under your room door? </span><br />i find it cute.<br />extremely adorable.<br />and that's exactly what i am experiencing right now.<br />the small kid that i am living with will always slide her drawings under my room door.<br />random but it just makes me <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">smile</span> seeing cute surprises when i am back home.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibq83H71rUnmA6UPEqQd0xn9-dDOasLhYAGQWtPTwAW3et3RstMwSHZ_DWAWAryb_Y6ILMsVB8-op5kc5M399LKRO2FzS21YfBSg7u3P4jLQdr8JnvH50YTTyrHD_nmUuBnGRa9Q/s1600/IMG_0164+-+Copy.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibq83H71rUnmA6UPEqQd0xn9-dDOasLhYAGQWtPTwAW3et3RstMwSHZ_DWAWAryb_Y6ILMsVB8-op5kc5M399LKRO2FzS21YfBSg7u3P4jLQdr8JnvH50YTTyrHD_nmUuBnGRa9Q/s400/IMG_0164+-+Copy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544123063412593346" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-VW46gzSdNvez84E0T-AHkwfY0D_v2H-Pyfhtgb8Rt76jKt04a452JptSD0tbghFDV79kKTs-K-ZE8___RjAMRJRhvUSC2VTFlj6tj5vk4l-udvzIbPPCjvwwwF-05OzzrasM4w/s1600/IMG_0165.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-VW46gzSdNvez84E0T-AHkwfY0D_v2H-Pyfhtgb8Rt76jKt04a452JptSD0tbghFDV79kKTs-K-ZE8___RjAMRJRhvUSC2VTFlj6tj5vk4l-udvzIbPPCjvwwwF-05OzzrasM4w/s400/IMG_0165.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544121894497927698" border="0" /></a>and this giraffe would be my favourite by far.<br />seeing her just reminds me so much of my childhood. i even actually watched 'Barney' with her, one of my favourite cartoon way back time.<br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">and sometimes seeing her just reminds me that i have grew up a lot.</span></span><br /><br />and so i decided to drew something for her in return.<br />honestly, i had not drew for ages.<br />and you are so welcomed to laugh at my so called masterpiece.<br />well, it is meant for a kid so it is meant to be a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">kiddy</span> drawing.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzuFMdKXqNZT2h_gtOI405mRChm1F0riYrt8_ANYyahp4SU4BegcmY2wNFnisiKBH1Rd197YGAJWQZqQ-rKRqdTn4g2KTiMMdgKQvuf5Ojzajx6V-IusNv5r6ROAeHRU0BFKDJFA/s1600/IMG_0163.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzuFMdKXqNZT2h_gtOI405mRChm1F0riYrt8_ANYyahp4SU4BegcmY2wNFnisiKBH1Rd197YGAJWQZqQ-rKRqdTn4g2KTiMMdgKQvuf5Ojzajx6V-IusNv5r6ROAeHRU0BFKDJFA/s400/IMG_0163.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544121269194166530" border="0" /></a>she told me she love horses and i decided to draw one for her.<br />i am 'so' laughing at my own drawing now.<br /><br /></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div>Shenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02433248496060648884noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38840281.post-41620828046695060422010-11-26T02:27:00.004+08:002010-11-26T03:17:06.528+08:00So Today<span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">So Today (Ft Island)</span>
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<br />after much hassle, i settled down in a small new room. nothing fantastic about it, but warm and cosy enough as my shelter for my 3rd year as a pharmacy student. in fact, i am renting a room from an Australian mum and living together with her and her 5 year old daughter. it feels different to be in a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Caucasian</span> home and living with someone whom you hardly knows. And honestly, i hope i make the right decision and will not regret about it later. the house is filled with Christmas decors and kids drawings which makes it really warm and cute in a way that i really enjoy it somehow. The landlord has two dogs too, a jack <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">russell</span> breed and another brown dog which i fail to identify the breed because it hardly moves. Thank goodness they are small because i am not really good with animals. i adore them but i am afraid of them at the same time.
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<br />i am bored to hell staying at home alone, my friend who rented the other room from the same lady was out whole day accompanying her relatives from Malaysia while my other friends are either back in Malaysia or on holiday. i am practically stranded alone, watching movie, stalking people on <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">facebook</span> and playing some war games which i am being defeated repeatedly. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">pffft</span>. and worst part, i have to do all these again and again for a week till i board the plane back home on 3rd December. and seriously, why no Korean bands releasing <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">mv</span> at this time when i need some entertainment the most?!!!??!!!
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<br />pardon me for my boredom but i am scrambling back watching more and more movies. and if i happen to put on lots of weight for gluing onto the bed most of the time watching movies, don't comment me when i am back cause i know i did. thanks and i'll be back blogging nonsense real soon.
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