<?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-82161225486011236</id><updated>2012-01-24T00:18:26.132+08:00</updated><category term='Personal'/><category term='MilkaDeal'/><category term='Melbourne'/><category term='Sunway Giza'/><category term='Sunway'/><category term='Animals'/><category term='Gifts'/><category term='Dogs'/><category term='Western Food'/><category term='sex education'/><category term='Sydney'/><category term='Memories'/><category term='Smoothies'/><category term='Women'/><category term='BBQ'/><category term='Announcement'/><category term='Movie'/><category term='College'/><category term='Languages'/><category 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term='religion'/><category term='Damansara Jaya'/><category term='Proposals'/><category term='Anniversary'/><category term='Malacca'/><category term='Sports'/><category term='health'/><category term='Karaoke'/><category term='Nuffnang'/><category term='Voice Out Loud'/><category term='Books'/><title type='text'>Sue Me If You Can</title><subtitle type='html'>Be amazed with what I can tell you..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Sue Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246951901089173781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-nO1jNKvZ4/Tm1-ptVFoYI/AAAAAAAAIjI/GmfaOGW0ZfM/s220/8b170fcee0a94b91bc1c525fbd857602_7.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>887</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82161225486011236.post-584781658669947744</id><published>2012-01-24T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T00:18:26.142+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>2012 and Counting..</title><content type='html'>I just realized that I have yet to list down what I want to achieve in 2012. There's a bunch of things that I want than I could actually do. I better be realistic about what are the things I want to achieve or I'll lose interest in making a list next year. And of course, being able to achieve my list would probably be my proudest moment for 2012.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's begin, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;1) Purchase a car with my own money&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking of getting an affordable car for my convenience's sake. &lt;a href="http://wetwetwater.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20 cents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; not around much and I desperately need a car to drive around on weekends to do my chores and of course, to church. I was actually calculating of how much I need to pay for a car. It seems impossible but I believe I can manage it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;2) Increment and bonus&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was told countless times that this year will be a tough year for the finance and banking industry. But I refused to listen to all these. I believe in preparing for the best and never the worst..therefore, increment and bonus I'll get. After all, it is the year of Much More Surpassing Favors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;3) Financially independent&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have probably achieve this one by 50% already. I am living on my own and I pay everything on my own. One thing I need to do is give a little bit more of money to my parents. And of course, the plans I want to do for 2012 for my own finances.. I know I can do it. I just need to be more prudent about my expenses. I'll try hard to avoid impulsive shopping. It's kinda hard sometimes to say NO to sales. Oh damn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;4) Paying for my own and first trip&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually, my trips are paid and sponsored by my parentals and of course, my Grandma. Now that I am earning.. I want to pay for my own trip. I was thinking of Langkawi or Singapore end of this year and pay with my own hard earned cash. Bangkok is actually where I want to go but it seems a little ambitious because I have other commitments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;5) Giving tithes and hopefully, first fruit&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always wanted to give this. But I am unsure when I should do it because I often calculate what commitments I need to pay off and the stupid me brushes off the tithing part. I know it's not a must thing to do but I do want to tithe. I shall hope that I'll be able to tithe this year and of course, giving my first fruit too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;6) Read more books!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read a lot last year. I managed to read at least one book per month. But this year, I have yet to read even a book. Visited Big Bad Wolf Sale last year and I have yet to really start reading the books. Oh gosh! I miss reading so much and I must, must read more because it makes me feel smart. Oh yea.. loan &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Francis&lt;/span&gt;' The Edge copies to read more about the financial industry because I think it's crucial as a part of my job and of course, finally understanding what other people are talking about too. Aim: 1 book per month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I got aplenty of things I want to achieve. But these are the things I could think of. I shall add more when I am mentally awake. It's almost three in the morning and I am awake to blog about this. For now, I shall try hard to achieve this list of mine. It's gonna be a great year for me because it's the Year of Much More Surpassing Favors. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/82161225486011236-584781658669947744?l=suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/feeds/584781658669947744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=82161225486011236&amp;postID=584781658669947744&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/584781658669947744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/584781658669947744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/2012/01/2012-and-counting.html' title='2012 and Counting..'/><author><name>Sue Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246951901089173781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-nO1jNKvZ4/Tm1-ptVFoYI/AAAAAAAAIjI/GmfaOGW0ZfM/s220/8b170fcee0a94b91bc1c525fbd857602_7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82161225486011236.post-3610376164987543712</id><published>2012-01-23T01:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T02:06:33.248+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Vain Pot</title><content type='html'>There's some reasons of why I dislike showing off my pictures on my blog unless I look good in it. I don't remember looking really good for sometimes especially after I gained like 3647383 tonnes of weights. It's not pleasant at all. Looking back at my thin pictures, I have no clue how the heck I gained so damn a lot of weights in mere three to four years. Oh well.. I am trying hard to lose some weights lately. Perhaps working life would motivate me to lose some weights. After all, I do want to shop in shops that sell XS and S clothes.. the ones that I used to fit in. And and also, I want to lose weights because I think I'll look better..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Sf7d6snBF1k/TxxPHDNboFI/AAAAAAAAIx8/SuSFmAP8Vts/s1600/378711_303860026324314_100001009581449_847346_1850237202_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Sf7d6snBF1k/TxxPHDNboFI/AAAAAAAAIx8/SuSFmAP8Vts/s400/378711_303860026324314_100001009581449_847346_1850237202_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700518210883526738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;At my best when I am a little loony&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much to do to ermm .. reconstruct myself.. not in a plastic surgery senses but oh well... it's always good to change a little of my appearance. I think I don't look too bad; not supermodel great either but oh well.. you get my drift. Sometimes when I get all emotional, I'll blame the society for being superficial for the idea of being skinny is beautiful. Oh damn.. anyway, these pictures are taken by my colleague, Jon. He said I look good when I smile. I wonder.. do I? Oh well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tv7LPASylXI/TxxPHbI-sPI/AAAAAAAAIyE/Db20DOPSg-g/s1600/408057_311269998916650_100001009581449_865828_1981058037_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tv7LPASylXI/TxxPHbI-sPI/AAAAAAAAIyE/Db20DOPSg-g/s400/408057_311269998916650_100001009581449_865828_1981058037_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700518217307304178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Look at my eyebags; I could totally make tea with it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Motivation to look awesome in 2012: My freaking S size dress hanging sadly in my wardrobe. We shall see what will happen to me by the end of 2o12. I'll make the best of everything I have..I think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/82161225486011236-3610376164987543712?l=suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/feeds/3610376164987543712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=82161225486011236&amp;postID=3610376164987543712&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/3610376164987543712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/3610376164987543712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/2012/01/vain-pot.html' title='Vain Pot'/><author><name>Sue Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246951901089173781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-nO1jNKvZ4/Tm1-ptVFoYI/AAAAAAAAIjI/GmfaOGW0ZfM/s220/8b170fcee0a94b91bc1c525fbd857602_7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Sf7d6snBF1k/TxxPHDNboFI/AAAAAAAAIx8/SuSFmAP8Vts/s72-c/378711_303860026324314_100001009581449_847346_1850237202_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82161225486011236.post-710729523332891773</id><published>2012-01-23T01:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T01:43:36.924+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Festivals'/><title type='text'>Growing Up..</title><content type='html'>It was reunion dinner and there was only seven of us this year. Dad's not back for dinner because of work commitment. There used to be more of us when I was younger. Oh well.. life goes on. Steamboat reunion dinner was good. There were too much food, as usual and yes, we didn't managed to finish it. On a bright side, I did not overeat this year and I helped in cleaning the dishes and pots. I guess it's an alright reunion dinner. But I do always wish that there'll be more people though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CvcLyZImdxM/TxxKCn8hYVI/AAAAAAAAIxw/22b72IYDAdw/s1600/396192_10150503497992684_580827683_9087043_1094047275_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CvcLyZImdxM/TxxKCn8hYVI/AAAAAAAAIxw/22b72IYDAdw/s400/396192_10150503497992684_580827683_9087043_1094047275_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700512637287227730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Hands belonged to my two &lt;s&gt;glutton&lt;/s&gt; sisters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, I went for a yumcha session with some primary school mates. It has been more than 13 years since I left school.. primary school, at least. Times flew by so fast.. like really, really fast. It's great that we often gather up every Chinese New Year because well, we only get to see each other once a year. Our topics of conversations are often changing too. Before that, we had conversations on schools and our degrees and what's not. Now, it's all about work and well.. just life. Perhaps, in another couple of years.. it'll be about marriages and children! We are growing up too fast.. like too fast. But yea.. I love hanging out with them because they are the friends that have been there for me for ages! Best of all, they stay nearby me in Ipoh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh gosh, so much memories jamming up in my head.. I miss primary school and Form 6. There's just so much great memories to share.. well.. not gonna be long winded here because I might be growing up but I am definitely not those blabbering type.. not yet, at least. Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BLESSED CHINESE NEW YEAR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a prosperous and roaring dragon year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/82161225486011236-710729523332891773?l=suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/feeds/710729523332891773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=82161225486011236&amp;postID=710729523332891773&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/710729523332891773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/710729523332891773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/2012/01/growing-up.html' title='Growing Up..'/><author><name>Sue Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246951901089173781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-nO1jNKvZ4/Tm1-ptVFoYI/AAAAAAAAIjI/GmfaOGW0ZfM/s220/8b170fcee0a94b91bc1c525fbd857602_7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CvcLyZImdxM/TxxKCn8hYVI/AAAAAAAAIxw/22b72IYDAdw/s72-c/396192_10150503497992684_580827683_9087043_1094047275_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82161225486011236.post-2492598246544223593</id><published>2012-01-18T19:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T19:33:16.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Heat !</title><content type='html'>You know Chinese New Year is very near when the heat kills you. Maybe not literally yet but I think the tan I always did not want is there. Well, at least, it's free. The heat has been driving me nuts because I am constantly sweating. And my rashes are back! It's always like that everytime I sweat a lot. As I am typing this out, I am sweating like a pig and wanting to go for my third shower of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of the awesome heat, I waste water like nobody's business. I shower at least five times a day and I am still sweaty. I sweat during my sleep. The heat is that horrible. And the sweat give me rashes. I know.. I know.. what rubbish is this being allergic to own sweat? Oh well, it happens and no, I am not pathetic as mentioned by some people before. You're pathetic one for being shallow. Back to my heat story, I got a tan and rashes and what else did I get from the heat? Hmm.. changing clothes now and then too because my baju get all sweaty and I cannot wear disgustingly sweaty clothes. Gosh, I'll kill for an air conditioner in my room. I have two table fans but it's just not enough. Eurgh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a test this Friday and studying at home is soooooooo uncomfortable. But beggars cannot be choosers. I cannot study outside with the noise and distractions because it's really, really hard for me to focus. And if it's a study group, it will just encourage me to chat and &lt;s&gt;gossip&lt;/s&gt; eat with my friends. I am not the type of person who can study anywhere. But there's air conditioners outside! The horror of making choices in such a difficult situation.. I chose to stay at home and sweat profusely so I will get some knowledge to my head. The sacrifices I made all thanks to global warming..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna make sure when I own a house; it will have air-conditioners..not one.. but a lot. I know it's not friendly to do so, I'll get the ermm.. environmental friendly types. I think they have something like that in the market. I think so.. times like these, I wish I am in a very,very cold place now. Korea perhaps? I just want to be transported into a cold place so I could study comfortably or to even sleep comfortably. The weather is driving me nuts.. I am often awake because it's just so damn hot. Oh weather.. please be nice! I cannot risk sweating anymore because I will die from scratching. The rashes is driving me up the wall...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh gosh.. I just want rain!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/82161225486011236-2492598246544223593?l=suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/feeds/2492598246544223593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=82161225486011236&amp;postID=2492598246544223593&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/2492598246544223593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/2492598246544223593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/2012/01/heat.html' title='The Heat !'/><author><name>Sue Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246951901089173781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-nO1jNKvZ4/Tm1-ptVFoYI/AAAAAAAAIjI/GmfaOGW0ZfM/s220/8b170fcee0a94b91bc1c525fbd857602_7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82161225486011236.post-7340247675422118378</id><published>2012-01-16T22:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T23:06:17.194+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Awareness'/><title type='text'>Where's The Hardworking Cells?</title><content type='html'>I have a test this Friday and I think I managed to finish like two chapters out of that 1873902 topics for the test. I used to be soooooooo hardworking when it comes to studying but I lost that inspiring touch once I graduated last May. What happened to that hardworking cells of mine? All I ever want to do now is just rest and just stone there. It doesn't help that my earphones decided to break down on such crucial time. Where to get a replacement on such short notice? I need my music when I study! Oh the horror! I shall make sure I'll finish studying on Thursday. I can do this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I got a story to share today; it's about LRT etiquette. I take the LRT to work everyday because .. I don't own a car. Driving in KL is not exactly something I would recommend either. It's not only expensive but also..the horror of traffic jam especially on rainy days is just so unpleasant. So, LRT is the least expensive and decent mode of transportation that I am willing to travel in. Don't get me started with the buses and KTMs and worst of all, the unorganized Monorail which is so overpriced and often crowded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was stuck in the LRT today because it was packed. So, I was standing on my two feet with NO support to hold onto. Well, I don't need the support since I am literally sandwiched between sweaty and disgusting people who kept on coughing and sneezing. It was gross; really gross. And to add on to the gross moment, the sweat from other people somewhat glided onto my hand. The sensitive me has rashes now and it's so itchy that I could scratch my skin off. I know I know.. too visual to imagine but yes.. it could happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached my destination and wanting to get off the train before the door closes. I was literally shouting, "EXCUSE ME!" but no... the couple in front of me were happily chatting away and didn't bother responding to the well-mannered me. I was rushing to get out before the door closed; so I literally knock them down and rush out because they didn't bother make way for me. Why bother being well-mannered at that time? Seriously, what's wrong with these people hogging at the entrance when NICE people like me already said,"Excuse me!"???!! What's wrong with you people? Is it funny for you to see me miss my exit? Gosh! I saw the angry faces on that couple when I budge out but I don't care.. I just want to get out!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am usually nice in the mornings but this is just too much. Blocking the entrance is one thing but the ignoring the other passengers who are trying to get out to go to work.. that's just plan stupid! I don't have any issue going out to let other passengers to exit but some people could be just so selfish and ignorant. The other thing about LRT etiquette that ticks me off would be people leaning on the pole which is MEANT to be for holding. Nobody wants to be in contact with those sweaty buttocks and everyone wants to be standing still because LRT's gravity is not exactly very Newton-ish. Come on la.. the pole is for YOUR hand to hold; not your big BUTTOCK to lean against on. Have some courtesy, for God's sake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst LRT etiquette award goes to the selfish and ignorant young people who do not have the courtesy to give up their seats for the elderly and pregnant women or even parents with children. Some would pretend to be sleeping or reading newspapers so that they could remain sitting until their stops. That's really UNCOOL! I know everyone is tired from standing and traveling for long in the train but I think young people can endure the pain of standing than those elderly ones and also pregnant women. Can you imagine the pain that they might have to go through if they ever fall inside the LRT?? Sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am done ranting. I just hope people would realized that a simple help a day would brighten up their days.. I know it works for me. For now, I'll force myself to my books and notes. FOREX, here I come to conquer you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/82161225486011236-7340247675422118378?l=suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/feeds/7340247675422118378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=82161225486011236&amp;postID=7340247675422118378&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/7340247675422118378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/7340247675422118378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/2012/01/wheres-hardworking-cells.html' title='Where&apos;s The Hardworking Cells?'/><author><name>Sue Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246951901089173781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-nO1jNKvZ4/Tm1-ptVFoYI/AAAAAAAAIjI/GmfaOGW0ZfM/s220/8b170fcee0a94b91bc1c525fbd857602_7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82161225486011236.post-905655408519614609</id><published>2012-01-13T21:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T21:39:08.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FML Max!</title><content type='html'>I am usually a very careful person. I make sure that I do my things accordingly or I'll go berserk! I might have a messy room but I know where are my things and what's in what bag and what's not. And I have an organized thought too. I guess I am perfectionist in a messy way. As skeptical as it may sound, I dislike cleaning my room but I enjoy cleaning kitchen. I know.. I know.. what nonsenses I am talking about??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to my story..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up early in the morning and prepared myself to go to work. I even made breakfast so I could have it later at work. I am sometimes that gung ho to make breakfast in the morning; ham and egg sandwich. Oh the yums! Packed my bag and am ready to go. Switch off my lights and fans. Locked the bedroom door and ciao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what? Instead of taking my keys out to open the gates, I took my hand lotion with me. I only realized it when I was trying to open the door with it. It was the most fml thing I ever did. I panicked and freaked out, of course. I knocked on the housemates' doors but nobody opened it for me. I guess we are all that anti-social. FOL! Called my landlady and she said she will unlock the door for me but it'll take some time because she stays really far and the jam in the morning on Friday mornings were not pleasant at all. Waited and ate my breakfast. Took Vitagen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, one of my housemates came down. I was like.. hmm.. I need to follow her out. Loaned her keys and went to work. I wasn't late! Thank you, Jesus! So, here I am now.. typing this away because I learned my lesson. Duplicate another set of keys and and rest enough so that I would not mistaken hand lotion as keys. Oh the horror of TRYING to open the gate with a hand lotion. What a Friday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-73F9hy3gzWQ/TxAzcbBn1OI/AAAAAAAAIxg/L-5_CxBmg24/s1600/fml.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 271px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-73F9hy3gzWQ/TxAzcbBn1OI/AAAAAAAAIxg/L-5_CxBmg24/s400/fml.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697110092007593186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;An illustration of my attempt to open the gate with hand lotion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always had this mental note to myself that I should not and should NEVER leave my keys in the room. But oh damn.. it had to happen when I need to go to work. A friend suggested that I should just take medical leave. Nahh.. I don't think that was a wise move. Oh well.. lesson learned. It must be some Friday the 13th or what's not but I am not superstitious. I think I have an awesome Friday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There there.. now, I shall get back to my &lt;s&gt;procrastination&lt;/s&gt; books and notes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/82161225486011236-905655408519614609?l=suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/feeds/905655408519614609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=82161225486011236&amp;postID=905655408519614609&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/905655408519614609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/905655408519614609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/2012/01/fml-max.html' title='FML Max!'/><author><name>Sue Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246951901089173781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-nO1jNKvZ4/Tm1-ptVFoYI/AAAAAAAAIjI/GmfaOGW0ZfM/s220/8b170fcee0a94b91bc1c525fbd857602_7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-73F9hy3gzWQ/TxAzcbBn1OI/AAAAAAAAIxg/L-5_CxBmg24/s72-c/fml.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82161225486011236.post-2965466023322894810</id><published>2012-01-09T21:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T22:22:00.292+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Finance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>Life's Like This</title><content type='html'>I've been procrastinating a lot recently. I have an exam next Friday and I am still reading like one chapter out of that 12638393 chapters about finance and banking.  What else? I have yet to unpack since I moved in like 2 months ago. There's so much to do! I can do this! I just need to stay away from the procrastinator in me. It's just so hard! I am easily distracted by the bed because I have been so tired recently. I wonder why.. old age must be catching up with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to Ipoh last weekend for some TLC. I had lunch with my aunt and grandma and and and.. I paid for it ! It feels so good to finally pay for them after years of them paying my meals. It's like me saying.. I am financially independent like that. What else did I do? Oh yea.. went out with my school friends from 930pm till 4am. It's been awhile since I did that.. but it was aplenty of fun to catch up with them. I am the only one among them working in KL. It sucks to know that I am so far away from them. I miss them so much already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a freaky incident last Sunday. Oh wait.. that's yesterday right? Went drinking with my friends and I swiped the bill with my card so I had like lots of cash in my hands. I disliked the idea of carrying too much cash in my hands because yes, I had traumatic experience having my cash snatched away from me. So I went over to the bank to deposit my cash. Deposited it and the machine said "Hardware Error." The notes were retained inside and there wasn't any receipt. I was like nooooooooooooo.. no way this is happening to me. I calmly check my balance hoping that it's banked in already. I was wrong!! Called the hotline in the bank and they told me that they will report my case to the branch. I was like.. alright, I trust this bank. Waited for their call. None. So, I called again for 3 times. First time, I got the direct line number to the branch. Second time, I was told that they will call me after 2pm regarding the money. Third time. I was told that my money will be bank in by tonight. Checked balance and NO.. there's NO freaking money in my bank account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst of all, I had a case study like that for my soft skills class. Deja vu or what?? I am gonna bug them till I get my money banked in or else.. I'll go crazy!! I was calm and composed because I really, really have great trust towards this bank until the false promises given to me. Come on la.. I work in the bank too and I would want to solve my customers' problems as soon as possible especially when something like this happened. But no.. the third call.. the lady who handled my call didn't even ask for my details and gave me a promise that the money will be bank in today. I am so disappointed with their customer service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just made a few goals for my personal financial ermm.. what's the word.. goals? Anyway, I just want to achieve this goal in a year and I'll make sure I achieve it. So, I'll be ermm.. financially independent than I thought I could be. The goals are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) RM x,xxx amount in my FD&lt;br /&gt;2) RM1 per day from today&lt;br /&gt;3) Say NO to impulsive shopping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess these three goals should be sufficient enough to achieve. I need to make sure I stick to all these so I will be a better person in handling my own finances. I do not want to be those Gen Y kids that are headlines of credit cards problems and worst, a bankrupt! The news freaked me out like a lot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to my studies. Wish me luck, everyone! I can do this!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/82161225486011236-2965466023322894810?l=suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/feeds/2965466023322894810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=82161225486011236&amp;postID=2965466023322894810&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/2965466023322894810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/2965466023322894810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/2012/01/lifes-like-this.html' title='Life&apos;s Like This'/><author><name>Sue Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246951901089173781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-nO1jNKvZ4/Tm1-ptVFoYI/AAAAAAAAIjI/GmfaOGW0ZfM/s220/8b170fcee0a94b91bc1c525fbd857602_7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82161225486011236.post-1084852540192977153</id><published>2012-01-02T15:21:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T17:13:53.010+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2012'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='20 Cents'/><title type='text'>To Kickstart 2012..</title><content type='html'>I have a great long weekend.. well, except for the part I teared like a mad woman when I sent&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://wetwetwater.blogspot.com/"&gt;20 cents&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; off to the bus station. I can't help it! I only see him like once a month and maybe like once every two months when he really, really start going off to the rig. Thinking about it made me even more emotional and it didn't help that I tear easily. I am trying really, really, really (multiply that with another million times) hard to adjust to our long distance relationship. There's pros and cons to it, of course. Con: &lt;a href="http://wetwetwater.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20 cents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; too far away and we only see each other once in awhile. Pro: We spend more quality time together. And he is doing this for our future. It's all about give and take, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There there.. let's kickstart 2012 with something cheerful! I spent the long weekend with &lt;a href="http://wetwetwater.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20 cents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. We had Japanese buffet for two and yes, it was hell. We didn't manage to finish off our food and trying to shove that last piece of sashimi down my throat was the worst thing ever. Note to self, no Japanese food for a few months. And I finally bought my mini table and ironing board after months of saying it again and again. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(30th of December 2011)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started off our day with some brunch in PJ Oldtown. And we headed over to Mid Valley for some bubble tea fix. Two rounds of it in both Chatime and Gong Cha. And and and, &lt;a href="http://wetwetwater.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20 cents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; bought Dorothy Perkins' pants for me as Christmas gifts! Thanks love! It was much needed because I need pants in my working clothes' wardrobe. Dinner with his family to celebrate our New Year together. It was a joyous celebration with aplenty of food. Didn't manage to see fireworks though because it was so far away. I saw it on the idiot box though. Haha! (31st of December 2011)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday is church day! I love Sundays because my Sundays are always awesome. After service, we went to Publika &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;(my first time there!)&lt;/span&gt; for some get-together with friends. Went to Ben's for lunch &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;(my first time there too!)&lt;/span&gt;. Had Soft Shell Crab Tortilla and it was oh-so-orgasmic. I love how the sour, coriander sauce complimented the fried soft shell crabs and the baked/fried four colors chips. Yummy! And 20 cents had Char-Grilled Seafood Spaghetti. Nothing much to be shout about but it was decent. What else? Got our Chatime fix AGAIN! And visited B.I.G (Ben's Independent Grocer) and I love this place! It reminded me of Melbourne so much! Gotta love gourmet grocer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bG3roQo1UgY/TwFwUBY1EBI/AAAAAAAAIus/CSrQlxRTJt8/s1600/IMG_0622.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bG3roQo1UgY/TwFwUBY1EBI/AAAAAAAAIus/CSrQlxRTJt8/s400/IMG_0622.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692954893245288466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VSqyPvQXqDI/TwFwUiqiN9I/AAAAAAAAIu0/dBbYCZfxAu8/s1600/IMG_0624.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VSqyPvQXqDI/TwFwUiqiN9I/AAAAAAAAIu0/dBbYCZfxAu8/s400/IMG_0624.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692954902177920978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Our lunch!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zIfXXlYpb_8/TwFwU0YbLuI/AAAAAAAAIvE/bRQ9Dkw6nHI/s1600/IMG_0626.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zIfXXlYpb_8/TwFwU0YbLuI/AAAAAAAAIvE/bRQ9Dkw6nHI/s400/IMG_0626.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692954906933800674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XCGUadJQVos/TwFx-0N4hUI/AAAAAAAAIvQ/otwqP8LMQ2A/s1600/IMG_0632.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XCGUadJQVos/TwFx-0N4hUI/AAAAAAAAIvQ/otwqP8LMQ2A/s400/IMG_0632.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692956727955719490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Desserts!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://wetwetwater.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20 cents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; fixed the light bulb in my bathroom. Yay! Light after days of bathing in the dark.. and it's creepy to bath in the dark. We headed for dinner in BSC for his Grandma's birthday. Dinner was good. But &lt;a href="http://wetwetwater.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20 cents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; had to go off halfway to catch a bus to go back to his workplace. Sadness all over again but I can do this! I am staying strong for us! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;(1st of January 2012)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AJkuE4ZU8BI/TwFx_O1WQ2I/AAAAAAAAIvg/O3L4gNK3AOw/s1600/IMG_0639.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AJkuE4ZU8BI/TwFx_O1WQ2I/AAAAAAAAIvg/O3L4gNK3AOw/s400/IMG_0639.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692956735100568418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20 cents' Grandma's birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up to a hot, sunny day. Online, did laundry and made brunch; a healthy brunch. And here I am blogging my second day of 2012 away.. it's gonna be a great year. It's my year of Much More Surpassing Favors. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2j6w1iXIarA/TwFwTt5TEPI/AAAAAAAAIuU/RB58UqTRXq4/s1600/390098_10150463123702684_580827683_8938022_1822411579_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2j6w1iXIarA/TwFwTt5TEPI/AAAAAAAAIuU/RB58UqTRXq4/s400/390098_10150463123702684_580827683_8938022_1822411579_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692954888012763378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Healthy brunch to kickstart my 2012!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/82161225486011236-1084852540192977153?l=suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/feeds/1084852540192977153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=82161225486011236&amp;postID=1084852540192977153&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/1084852540192977153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/1084852540192977153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/2012/01/to-kickstart-2012.html' title='To Kickstart 2012..'/><author><name>Sue Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246951901089173781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-nO1jNKvZ4/Tm1-ptVFoYI/AAAAAAAAIjI/GmfaOGW0ZfM/s220/8b170fcee0a94b91bc1c525fbd857602_7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bG3roQo1UgY/TwFwUBY1EBI/AAAAAAAAIus/CSrQlxRTJt8/s72-c/IMG_0622.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82161225486011236.post-8105976977299959262</id><published>2012-01-01T14:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T14:19:26.828+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2012'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='20 Cents'/><title type='text'>1.1.12</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;BLESSED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; NEW&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;YEAR,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;EVERYONE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye 2011! Hello 2011! 2011 was a great year but 2012 is going to be a more awesome one. 2011 served me well. There were so many changes of stages in life. From a student now to a working woman. I finished my degree in May, got a job in September and walk down the convocation in December. Pretty cool eh? I know.. I am that cool! Oh well.. to recap my life in 2011 in quarters because yes, I am that &lt;s&gt;lazy&lt;/s&gt; uninspired. It's been tough for me to write because I am too busy and occupied at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Jan-April 2011&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my handbag snatched from two idiots when I was walking back from class. Lost everything and went through the processes of making a police report and renewing all of my cards. It was such a hassle but oh well.. life goes on. Learned of so many things that need to be improved of those processes but oh well.. who am I to say anything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a great Chinese New Year because all of my family members were back! Woots! And back to studies not long after that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;May- August 2011&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished off my degree in May and went job hunting. It was really tough especially when I went for 1730203 interviews and got rejected. Traveled up and down to KL and Ipoh for all these job interviews. Took a short break and visited my aunt and cousins in Singapore. I was happily shopping there and spent time with the best friend as well. And that's where I got a call that I got a job. Happiness or what? It was indeed a blessing in disguise and I am to report work in September.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sept-Dec 2011&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a job. Started my training on Sept 19. Went through British Council classes and OBS. Met great friends along the way. Moved out to a new place to stay; had a tough time adjusting to the new place. What else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrated our 3rd year anniversary together; we didn't do much because we just wanna spend time together. 20 cents had to move to another state for work; cried my eyeballs out. And adjusting to it. Went for an attachment with my sponsored FI. Had a great time learning about banking and did aplenty of presentations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graduated. Christmas. And welcoming 2012..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, my Christmas list for gifts are all fulfilled by &lt;a href="http://wetwetwater.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20 cents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. I am a happy girl! I had that long New Year weekend with&lt;a href="http://wetwetwater.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 20 cents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and I was happy. Teared my eyeballs out when we sent him to the bus station. It's gonna be another long wait before I get to see him again. And me, I am going back to work. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no, I am not working any resolutions. I'll just try to do things I want to achieve and hoping it will achieve. That's it. Resolutions are not for me. Haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/82161225486011236-8105976977299959262?l=suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/feeds/8105976977299959262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=82161225486011236&amp;postID=8105976977299959262&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/8105976977299959262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/8105976977299959262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/2012/01/1112.html' title='1.1.12'/><author><name>Sue Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246951901089173781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-nO1jNKvZ4/Tm1-ptVFoYI/AAAAAAAAIjI/GmfaOGW0ZfM/s220/8b170fcee0a94b91bc1c525fbd857602_7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82161225486011236.post-8643906438047667127</id><published>2011-12-28T13:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T13:59:12.376+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Festivals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='20 Cents'/><title type='text'>Before I Had To Write 2012 On My Dates...</title><content type='html'>I love Decembers! There were so many celebrations and it's filled with holidays. I know December 2012 will be the month where I can finally clear my annual leaves. Looking forward to finally be able to take annual leaves and just chill at home.. or maybe go for a short getaway somewhere. Anyway, I had a great December celebrating &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Flo+Wei Shin&lt;/span&gt;'s baby shower, Christmas and of course, Boxing Day. Wish &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://wetwetwater.blogspot.com/"&gt;20 cents&lt;/a&gt; were here for all these joyous celebrations.. oh well.. there's always another time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Flo + Wei Shin's Baby Shower&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my very first time attending a baby shower and it was of my close friends. Got to know them a few years back when&lt;a href="http://wetwetwater.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 20 cents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; brought me to church. Flo was the first person to talk to me; I was that anti-social. Today, I am celebrating their baby shower together with them. How times flew by.. anyway, I am looking forward to see their little girl soon. It was a great celebration with plenty of laughters and joys during the baby shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0yLto9we9Ro/TwFEYQCfJ2I/AAAAAAAAIsU/F79MLewnZ-g/s1600/DSCF1725.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0yLto9we9Ro/TwFEYQCfJ2I/AAAAAAAAIsU/F79MLewnZ-g/s400/DSCF1725.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692906587385964386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The deco all done by Geri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mspwD6aI60w/TwFEYksGMwI/AAAAAAAAIsg/-kTwU5SMbws/s1600/DSCF1733.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mspwD6aI60w/TwFEYksGMwI/AAAAAAAAIsg/-kTwU5SMbws/s400/DSCF1733.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692906592929198850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The buffet spread was yummy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrated it in a small cafe in Plaza Damas; Elise's. Had great food, company and games! It cracks me up everytime I see the paper sheets of games. Now now, I am waiting to celebrate &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Flo+Wei Shin&lt;/span&gt;'s baby's full moon. Woots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YbV1LYzx1oA/TwFEZP3WwUI/AAAAAAAAIss/PB6xlBoDXfI/s1600/DSCF1737.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YbV1LYzx1oA/TwFEZP3WwUI/AAAAAAAAIss/PB6xlBoDXfI/s400/DSCF1737.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692906604519145794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The soon-to-be-parents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ci2aypsF0x8/TwFEZeLJc1I/AAAAAAAAIs0/sUIzLnOUUhY/s1600/DSCF1781.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ci2aypsF0x8/TwFEZeLJc1I/AAAAAAAAIs0/sUIzLnOUUhY/s400/DSCF1781.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692906608360256338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Group picture!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Christmas Day&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrated in church this year. It was great to be in the House of God on Jesus' birthday. And I love giving out gifts on Christmas Day. It makes me happy.. but it gets a little odd that the seat next to mine is empty this year. Oh well.. I am going strong and trying really hard to adjust of&lt;a href="http://wetwetwater.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 20 cents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; not being here always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ihcKvWSkIQ0/TwFEZiCxwHI/AAAAAAAAItE/Coo9xNLYC0Y/s1600/DSCF1810.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ihcKvWSkIQ0/TwFEZiCxwHI/AAAAAAAAItE/Coo9xNLYC0Y/s400/DSCF1810.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692906609398890610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Choir performance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f2hqNGrqb08/TwFFixSNTMI/AAAAAAAAItY/kRkBUZ7jH7M/s1600/DSCF1815.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f2hqNGrqb08/TwFFixSNTMI/AAAAAAAAItY/kRkBUZ7jH7M/s400/DSCF1815.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692907867620592834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunday School kids dancing :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ygp4s65B0pg/TwFFjCcXgdI/AAAAAAAAItk/ze8vwC08XPc/s1600/IMG_0577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ygp4s65B0pg/TwFFjCcXgdI/AAAAAAAAItk/ze8vwC08XPc/s400/IMG_0577.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692907872226607570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Christmas gifts!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Boxing Day at the Lee's&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was invited to the Lees for a Boxing Day dinner. Had great food and great company with&lt;a href="http://wetwetwater.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 20 cents'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; family. And *cough* I shamefully pack back food for myself. Thanks &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Geri and Francis!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1ZnKgEMBzrM/TwFFjb90H4I/AAAAAAAAItw/c_FyAflyf3A/s1600/DSCF1840.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1ZnKgEMBzrM/TwFFjb90H4I/AAAAAAAAItw/c_FyAflyf3A/s400/DSCF1840.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692907879077781378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Christmas tree and gifts! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i1uP1Xll_wE/TwFFjggMrPI/AAAAAAAAIt4/DWaiHMzVFxo/s1600/DSCF1853.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i1uP1Xll_wE/TwFFjggMrPI/AAAAAAAAIt4/DWaiHMzVFxo/s400/DSCF1853.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692907880295738610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Food!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Iy1Ad0WW9tg/TwFFj7uOcGI/AAAAAAAAIuE/72a6Ip12jxI/s1600/DSCF1866.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Iy1Ad0WW9tg/TwFFj7uOcGI/AAAAAAAAIuE/72a6Ip12jxI/s400/DSCF1866.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692907887602331746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;More gifts!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventhough &lt;a href="http://wetwetwater.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20 cents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; were not around for these celebrations, he is back for New Year celebration. The long, long weekend with him will be more awesome!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/82161225486011236-8643906438047667127?l=suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/feeds/8643906438047667127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=82161225486011236&amp;postID=8643906438047667127&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/8643906438047667127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/8643906438047667127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/2011/12/before-i-had-to-write-2012-on-my-dates.html' title='Before I Had To Write 2012 On My Dates...'/><author><name>Sue Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246951901089173781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-nO1jNKvZ4/Tm1-ptVFoYI/AAAAAAAAIjI/GmfaOGW0ZfM/s220/8b170fcee0a94b91bc1c525fbd857602_7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0yLto9we9Ro/TwFEYQCfJ2I/AAAAAAAAIsU/F79MLewnZ-g/s72-c/DSCF1725.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82161225486011236.post-449877823272036802</id><published>2011-12-23T15:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T15:55:04.611+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>The Perks of Being Me</title><content type='html'>I had three presentations in a short span of 10 days. And I was looking forward to learn a lot while I am attached to my FI. Yes, I learned a lot. I learned so much more than I would have probably learn in my 3 years of university life. Anyway, that was subjective because my job and degree has no relation at all. Of course, I learned a lot of interesting facts from my degree and I am exposed to cultures and what's not in my degree. But learning from work is altogether different. It's all hectic but so damn interesting.. the stress is there but I am just so damn happy because I am learning so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, you see.. I am an alright presentation person. Not to boast but my Mat Salleh trainer from my British Council classes think I did excellent in presentations. Gotta thank my very first lecturer from university for giving me an awesome insight of public speaking.. anyway, presentation in working world is so different. Fortunately for me, the judges for our evaluation were really, really nice. They taught us aplenty of technical stuffs around our FI and of course, the constructive criticisms made me even wanna work harder and smarter too. I feel so blessed that I am always surrounded by great people who are willing to teach me things. I hope it continues like that for a very long time. And when it's really my turn to teach, I want people to be able to understand the things I will teach..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday I woke up, feeling thankful and blessed that I have great people to nurture and shape me to be who I am today. Of course, God is my number ONE teacher. My parents were there supporting me all the way.. I used to be rebellious and what's not but I guess growing really made me think differently about things in life. And I have my sisters too. I used to have really bad relationship with my sister but we outgrew that phase and now we are sisters; like literally sisters sisters. All my aunts and uncles who supported me and just being there for me and of course, not forgetting my number ONE fan, my Grandma! She was soooooooooo happy when she saw me in my robe and mortar board during graduation. Now she can boast to people that her granddaughter is a graduate with a great job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://wetwetwater.blogspot.com"&gt;20 cents&lt;/a&gt; would probably be my greatest, greatest supporter who guide me through my hardship and happiness. No matter how horrible the paths might be.. he is always holding my hands and letting me know that we can outcome everything. Boyfriend, are you reading this? I love you deep deep! My close,close friends or maybe someday become family; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Francis &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Geri&lt;/span&gt;.. thanks so much guys for always looking out for me and helping me when I needed help. Even &lt;a href="http://wetwetwater.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20 cents'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; parents are often there to look out for me. I am so blessed! I guess growing up really made me open my mind and eyes about things in life. Like how I am appreciating weekends now because it's such an awesome privilege to sleep until the sun comes down on weekends. Haha. I didn't do that.. I usually spend time alone at home or just chill with friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's great or what.. not quoting from ING or is it Great Eastern? Oh well.. to make my day an awesome one.. my superior treated us for lunch. Woots woots! I am looking forward to check off the things on my list. I checked off two already. Not telling you what's the list because well, awesome people sometimes do not reveal their awesomeness. Haha! And I'll be back blogging more about the things I did for the past few weeks. The blog is looking so dull without pictures!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/82161225486011236-449877823272036802?l=suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/feeds/449877823272036802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=82161225486011236&amp;postID=449877823272036802&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/449877823272036802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/449877823272036802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/2011/12/perks-of-being-me.html' title='The Perks of Being Me'/><author><name>Sue Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246951901089173781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-nO1jNKvZ4/Tm1-ptVFoYI/AAAAAAAAIjI/GmfaOGW0ZfM/s220/8b170fcee0a94b91bc1c525fbd857602_7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82161225486011236.post-1604663785230847088</id><published>2011-12-22T17:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T17:39:04.667+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='20 Cents'/><title type='text'>Busier Than A Bee</title><content type='html'>I have yet to unpack my stuffs since I moved in like 2 months ago. Oh well.. I've been busy and lazy too. And oh yea.. tired. This month marks the third month I started my journey in the working world. Life's been pretty interesting. Like very, very interesting. I am beginning to like this path of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had 3 presentations in two weeks. It was all hectic and stressful but surprisingly, I am loving the stress. Ok.. maybe not the pimples. It irks me everytime I see another pimple popping out on my face everytime I get really little rest. Oh well.. guess it's time to do facial eh? I'll probably just whip out some face masks. It works the same too. And yes, I will be unpacking too. I need more space in my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else eh? Christmas is this weekend! Woots! Did my Christmas shopping and I am almost done with wrapping gifts. I love Christmas!! I am gonna wrap everything up by tomorrow. &lt;a href="http://wetwetwater.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20 cents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; would not be around this Christmas but he said I could totally make a list of Christmas wishes here. And he'll grant some. I have an awesome boyfriend or what..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, my Christmas wishes goes like this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Spending time with you (Maiu buffet, too! I'll book next week!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Mini shopping spree, perhaps? I have yet to get a pair of pants for work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Chatime's Brown Rice Green Milk Tea with Pudding !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Having you around to bring me out for grocery shopping (I need a table and ironing board. It's so hard to iron clothes on the floor.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Spending New Year with you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not greedy, right? I can't wait for &lt;a href="http://wetwetwater.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20 cents &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;to be back for New Year. I miss him super a lot! I think my life is gonna get more interesting.. interesting in a good way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Blessed&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Christmas,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XSZrMH1h6rc/TvL6jYO5EVI/AAAAAAAAIsE/DfJ5fEMBu7g/s1600/390888_334258959932986_100000466549119_1392140_1464967757_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 263px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XSZrMH1h6rc/TvL6jYO5EVI/AAAAAAAAIsE/DfJ5fEMBu7g/s400/390888_334258959932986_100000466549119_1392140_1464967757_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688884765029634386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don't know who's picture is this but it's too cute!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/82161225486011236-1604663785230847088?l=suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/feeds/1604663785230847088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=82161225486011236&amp;postID=1604663785230847088&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/1604663785230847088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/1604663785230847088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/2011/12/busier-than-bee.html' title='Busier Than A Bee'/><author><name>Sue Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246951901089173781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-nO1jNKvZ4/Tm1-ptVFoYI/AAAAAAAAIjI/GmfaOGW0ZfM/s220/8b170fcee0a94b91bc1c525fbd857602_7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XSZrMH1h6rc/TvL6jYO5EVI/AAAAAAAAIsE/DfJ5fEMBu7g/s72-c/390888_334258959932986_100000466549119_1392140_1464967757_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82161225486011236.post-7163856270234840344</id><published>2011-12-05T00:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T01:12:07.107+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Graduation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='20 Cents'/><title type='text'>I'm A Freaking Graduate!</title><content type='html'>It's 1 in the morning and I am still awake. And I have to go work tomorrow. Oh man! Since I am awake, I might as well blog about this before I went all lazy and forgotten all about it. My first week of December has been great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start off with my &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;GR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;AD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;UA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;TI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;ON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ceremony!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally graduated. Ok.. I graduated last May but today marks the day where I wore the mortar board and robe! I totally look awesome in it. It's the banker's confidence I have to call myself awesome. Bad habit.. but oh well.. I do look great. You can't deny it! I was the 92th person to be on stage to receive my diploma (it's degree in American). I almost tripped because my shoes were too big for me. Thank you Jesus for not letting that to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QSiUI3BcTAc/TtupO8coqEI/AAAAAAAAIrY/QlO5isLKgDo/s1600/Convo%2B114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QSiUI3BcTAc/TtupO8coqEI/AAAAAAAAIrY/QlO5isLKgDo/s400/Convo%2B114.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682321429067507778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BQwONcEnjGw/TtupPIB8meI/AAAAAAAAIro/J65S9Ntqezc/s1600/Convo%2B140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BQwONcEnjGw/TtupPIB8meI/AAAAAAAAIro/J65S9Ntqezc/s400/Convo%2B140.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682321432176794082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family came down to KL for my ceremony. And &lt;a href="http://wetwetwater.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20 cents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; took a day off to attend my convocation and I was literally crying in tears of joys because of that. But he might not be back for Christmas. Oh well, he did mention that he's coming back for New Year. Yay! I miss him already! I was secretly crying in the car when we were sending him off to the bus station.&lt;a href="http://wetwetwater.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 20 cent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;s held my hand so tight and I wanted to just burst into tears there and then. I gotta stay strong for both of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_nu0GkWqzZs/TtupOyHbx3I/AAAAAAAAIrQ/48EZkP_UosM/s1600/Convo%2B018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_nu0GkWqzZs/TtupOyHbx3I/AAAAAAAAIrQ/48EZkP_UosM/s400/Convo%2B018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682321426294228850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't manage to take a lot of pictures with my coursemates though. I was tired and the family was  here. So I took some and left. It might be the end of us as students but this is the new beginning of the new chapter of life. And I believe all of us will do well. I know I can do it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EExTEr-EPFk/TtupQCp2W7I/AAAAAAAAIr0/4RCazHNEkEM/s1600/DSCF1711.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EExTEr-EPFk/TtupQCp2W7I/AAAAAAAAIr0/4RCazHNEkEM/s400/DSCF1711.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682321447913413554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrote a note for everyone in my Facebook page. It's a personal thing so go read if you have my Facebook account. If you don't, sorry! You could always ask me about it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta rest for work tomorrow! I can't wait for New Year so I could spend more time with &lt;a href="http://wetwetwater.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20 cents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/82161225486011236-7163856270234840344?l=suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/feeds/7163856270234840344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=82161225486011236&amp;postID=7163856270234840344&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/7163856270234840344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/7163856270234840344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/2011/12/im-freaking-graduate.html' title='I&apos;m A Freaking Graduate!'/><author><name>Sue Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246951901089173781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-nO1jNKvZ4/Tm1-ptVFoYI/AAAAAAAAIjI/GmfaOGW0ZfM/s220/8b170fcee0a94b91bc1c525fbd857602_7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QSiUI3BcTAc/TtupO8coqEI/AAAAAAAAIrY/QlO5isLKgDo/s72-c/Convo%2B114.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82161225486011236.post-8000794647257036667</id><published>2011-11-30T07:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T07:01:01.465+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kuala Lumpur'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Petaling Street'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chinese Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='20 Cents'/><title type='text'>Koon Kee Wantan Mee, Petaling Street</title><content type='html'>My training centre is near Chinatown so I'll sometimes grab my lunch there. I discovered the most awesome wantan mee there when&lt;a href="http://wetwetwater.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 20 cents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; brought me there once during my 2 hours break on a Friday. Ever since then, I sometimes go there with my colleagues. It's none other than the awesome Koon Kee Wantan Mee. It's located opposite the famous Longan Drink in Chinatown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like wantan mee. But the texture of the noodles from Koon Kee is so nice to chew on that I can't stop eating it. And I love wantans too. Like a lot. I think the fillings on the wantan has some ermm.. salted fish and it made it tasted even better. Tried the braised chicken feet and mushroom too. And it was so good! But I prefer my wantan mee on its own and wantans on the side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oZSZ3JoIvjo/TtNr6BuYFJI/AAAAAAAAIq0/uOc8ddW4228/s1600/315028_10150338756932684_580827683_8427481_1727757928_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oZSZ3JoIvjo/TtNr6BuYFJI/AAAAAAAAIq0/uOc8ddW4228/s400/315028_10150338756932684_580827683_8427481_1727757928_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680002199683863698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Look at the noodles!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DwWBXs_P0KY/TtNr59t1FII/AAAAAAAAIqs/1ekfWULhY-k/s1600/296824_10150338758852684_580827683_8427493_1853238470_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DwWBXs_P0KY/TtNr59t1FII/AAAAAAAAIqs/1ekfWULhY-k/s400/296824_10150338758852684_580827683_8427493_1853238470_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680002198607828098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Wantans are my favorite!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writing about this makes me feel like having this for lunch tomorrow. It's a little costly but it's all worth it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tON9CUWfohI/TtNr6GQdVxI/AAAAAAAAIrE/s2pj8_EiHew/s1600/IMG_0310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tON9CUWfohI/TtNr6GQdVxI/AAAAAAAAIrE/s2pj8_EiHew/s400/IMG_0310.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680002200900556562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Yummy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/82161225486011236-8000794647257036667?l=suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/feeds/8000794647257036667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=82161225486011236&amp;postID=8000794647257036667&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/8000794647257036667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/8000794647257036667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/2011/11/koon-kee-wantan-mee-petaling-street.html' title='Koon Kee Wantan Mee, Petaling Street'/><author><name>Sue Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246951901089173781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-nO1jNKvZ4/Tm1-ptVFoYI/AAAAAAAAIjI/GmfaOGW0ZfM/s220/8b170fcee0a94b91bc1c525fbd857602_7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oZSZ3JoIvjo/TtNr6BuYFJI/AAAAAAAAIq0/uOc8ddW4228/s72-c/315028_10150338756932684_580827683_8427481_1727757928_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82161225486011236.post-8995261791764021205</id><published>2011-11-29T06:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T06:41:00.116+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Western Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hartamas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='20 Cents'/><title type='text'>TME, Hartamas</title><content type='html'>I bought this set of coupons like aeons months ago. It was probably way before I started working. Enjoyed it with &lt;a href="http://wetwetwater.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20 cents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. The breakfast set was alright. Nothing great to shout about. And we ordered pork ribs and a mushroom soup to go with our breakfasts. Yes, we had breakfasts during dinner time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NrZb7tgktsQ/TtNorOAWKCI/AAAAAAAAIps/fn11ldsPEA0/s1600/DSCF1619.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NrZb7tgktsQ/TtNorOAWKCI/AAAAAAAAIps/fn11ldsPEA0/s400/DSCF1619.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679998646747539490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The breakfast set&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QS8LmtWteW0/TtNorB3zHVI/AAAAAAAAIp0/rL4YsYt0VtM/s1600/DSCF1620.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QS8LmtWteW0/TtNorB3zHVI/AAAAAAAAIp0/rL4YsYt0VtM/s400/DSCF1620.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679998643490463058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mushroom soup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally do not enjoy the dinner much. The food was just so-so. The pork ribs was somewhat disgusting because it was all fats and like 10% of meat attached onto the bone. And the sauce just do not blend with the ribs. Yes, it doesn't suit my taste at all. Oh well.. on a bright side, I was with&lt;a href="http://wetwetwater.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 20 cents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nothing beats having him around :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HpD3BxV9FQs/TtNorUZw3AI/AAAAAAAAIqI/4Rs7l8sXZl8/s1600/DSCF1623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HpD3BxV9FQs/TtNorUZw3AI/AAAAAAAAIqI/4Rs7l8sXZl8/s400/DSCF1623.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679998648464759810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The fatty pork ribs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6msur_gIjyE/TtNor9W16dI/AAAAAAAAIqQ/AJAHSL9Gs80/s1600/DSCF1625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6msur_gIjyE/TtNor9W16dI/AAAAAAAAIqQ/AJAHSL9Gs80/s400/DSCF1625.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679998659458361810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least, the breakfast was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ljvlRMyxILk/TtNor0aziOI/AAAAAAAAIqY/33W_y-YN8_E/s1600/DSCF1629.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ljvlRMyxILk/TtNor0aziOI/AAAAAAAAIqY/33W_y-YN8_E/s400/DSCF1629.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679998657059064034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20 cents and myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/82161225486011236-8995261791764021205?l=suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/feeds/8995261791764021205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=82161225486011236&amp;postID=8995261791764021205&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/8995261791764021205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/8995261791764021205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/2011/11/tme-hartamas.html' title='TME, Hartamas'/><author><name>Sue Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246951901089173781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-nO1jNKvZ4/Tm1-ptVFoYI/AAAAAAAAIjI/GmfaOGW0ZfM/s220/8b170fcee0a94b91bc1c525fbd857602_7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NrZb7tgktsQ/TtNorOAWKCI/AAAAAAAAIps/fn11ldsPEA0/s72-c/DSCF1619.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82161225486011236.post-7631608484849757502</id><published>2011-11-28T17:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T18:40:04.974+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='20 Cents'/><title type='text'>A Rather Fruitful Month</title><content type='html'>It has been a rather fruitful month, Fruitful November. There are still like two more days to it; I doubt I would actually remember what to write when December comes about. I would totally label November as a great month, for me at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working has been great. Discovering new things about banking and meeting more people in this industry would definitely sum a fruitful and great month of mine in the banking industry. To top it up, I think that my confidence level rose up from 80% to 110%. That's like a great achievement for myself. It was *cough* so good that people did doubt my decision to be in banking instead of law. Nahh.. I think I made a great decision to be in the banking industry. Soft Skills Development classes started next week and I was late for the first class. I was in a meeting so yes, I was given a pardon. But the real challenge was acting. I literally had like 5 minutes of practice with my partner. Guess what? We nailed it! I never knew I was *ahem* talented in acting. And I wore like power suit to work. I totally look so great like that because a lot of my friends actually like the picture in my Facebook. Yes, it was definitely a great boost to my confidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BpC4mbdYmr0/TtNiykNKdFI/AAAAAAAAIpA/cdxGTrFfWPk/s1600/383355_10150388516452684_580827683_8660332_1067761797_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BpC4mbdYmr0/TtNiykNKdFI/AAAAAAAAIpA/cdxGTrFfWPk/s400/383355_10150388516452684_580827683_8660332_1067761797_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679992175896196178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CEO in making!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being in an LDR isn't so bad. I am often occupied with works. Weekends could be a little harder but I was blessed with great friends so it wasn't too bad. &lt;a href="http://wetwetwater.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20 cents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;' parents sometimes will pick me up for dinners. And his cousins and friends will bring me out too. Weekends are not too bad. But of course, I do miss &lt;a href="http://wetwetwater.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20 cents &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;a lot, a lot. We make sure that we are often connected to ensure that we knew what's happening with each other. Like how I learned from &lt;a href="http://wetwetwater.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20 cents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; that drizzles in the East Coast means the rain has stop. It's raining elephants and giraffes there everyday because the monsoon recently said hello to that side of Peninsular. It helps our relationship a lot because we are actually learning more things about each other. I even took the initiative to learn about his job and vice versa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Distance isn't an issue for us, I believe. It made us appreciate the quality times we spend together when he is back for long weekends. We went for fish spa last Friday and it was the best times spent together. Sharing a meal together and walking hands on hands after our outing were the best thing to do ever. Oh damn.. I am tearing as I am typing this. Like people always say.. distance does make the hearts grow fonder. As much as I get all emotional once in awhile, I believe that the distance make our relationship grows stronger. Oh well.. on a bright side, he is coming back for my convocation next week. I was literally on Cloud 9 when he told me that he purposely took a day off so he could attend my graduation ceremony. I felt really bad that he has to sacrifice his sleep to travel thru and forth from Kemaman to KL. But knowing that he doesn't mind at all is the bestest feeling ever. I knew I met the ONE already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FAWxzifU2CA/TtNiycqycTI/AAAAAAAAIow/ZyOdreOLMoM/s1600/376926_10150388981662684_580827683_8661776_1274872312_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FAWxzifU2CA/TtNiycqycTI/AAAAAAAAIow/ZyOdreOLMoM/s400/376926_10150388981662684_580827683_8661776_1274872312_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679992173872967986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It was soooooo ticklish!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in Outward Bound School for six days. I didn't complete it because I got a really, really bad allergy reaction that left me look swollen and mutated. I thought it was all superficial until I requested to go back to see a doctor. The horror when I found out about the allergy reaction!! Doctor said I made the right decision to be back because I might collapsed if I don't. The allergy reaction could actually close my throat and what's not then asthma and yes, I could just drop dead literally. I always have taken lightly on my health. Flu and cough and fever.. who cares? Pop some Panadol and I will be fine by tomorrow. But as I grew older, I somewhat get weaker and it takes forever for me to be heal from a slight flu. I am going for a check up soon.. I hope I am fine. Yes, health is definitely more important than some things in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-34SdR3mvbWE/TtNiztzrr0I/AAAAAAAAIpg/FvzUDFx19cc/s1600/IMG_0441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-34SdR3mvbWE/TtNiztzrr0I/AAAAAAAAIpg/FvzUDFx19cc/s400/IMG_0441.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679992195653545794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tid7RcpZhOQ/TtNizflcLiI/AAAAAAAAIpU/iqqFtCC6jzY/s1600/IMG_0440.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tid7RcpZhOQ/TtNizflcLiI/AAAAAAAAIpU/iqqFtCC6jzY/s400/IMG_0440.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679992191835713058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;After the jab (ouch!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back home twice this month. One for the baby sister's birthday and one for fun.. The baby sister celebrated her 12th birthday. How time flies.. she was so little 12 years ago. Now she has grown into a 12 years old. Despite our age differences, she is the one person in my life that gave me some wisdom and awareness of so many things in life. Like how I am often aware about the special children I am surrounded by and how a small thing can make a difference in life.. I bet she will grow up as a great individual. I know I will be supporting her all the way. As for my younger sister, she is a law student now. I am so proud of her, you know. We used to be enemies. I know.. I know.. what the heck was I thinking? We never had a conversation until like a year ago or so.. now we are talking to each other and updating each other with our lives. I guess growing up does make one person changes into a better one. I miss both of them already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FUE_fscwcSc/TtNizJ8C4MI/AAAAAAAAIpI/FYamd3OnrPc/s1600/386190_10150357057512684_580827683_8541468_1050030274_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FUE_fscwcSc/TtNizJ8C4MI/AAAAAAAAIpI/FYamd3OnrPc/s400/386190_10150357057512684_580827683_8541468_1050030274_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679992186024943810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Two birthday cakes for the birthday girl!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so thankful and blessed to Him for giving me the best of everything in life. I got a great job, great learning curves, greatest&lt;a href="http://wetwetwater.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 20 cents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ever, great friends.. I literally have the best of everything. Of course, great family. I used to have lots of downs with the parents but I guess growing older made me realized and appreciating them more. Yes, I love both my sisters to bits too! I can't wait to see these great people on my convocation next week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am looking forward to December. Convocation and Christmas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/82161225486011236-7631608484849757502?l=suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/feeds/7631608484849757502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=82161225486011236&amp;postID=7631608484849757502&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/7631608484849757502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/7631608484849757502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/2011/11/rather-fruitful-month.html' title='A Rather Fruitful Month'/><author><name>Sue Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246951901089173781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-nO1jNKvZ4/Tm1-ptVFoYI/AAAAAAAAIjI/GmfaOGW0ZfM/s220/8b170fcee0a94b91bc1c525fbd857602_7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BpC4mbdYmr0/TtNiykNKdFI/AAAAAAAAIpA/cdxGTrFfWPk/s72-c/383355_10150388516452684_580827683_8660332_1067761797_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82161225486011236.post-324215952939161092</id><published>2011-11-22T20:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T22:23:53.296+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>The Road Not Taken</title><content type='html'>I have been thinking a lot recently about the choices I made in life. The paths and choices I made were not once regretted. I always thought that I would actually go back to the path where it has been explored; the one where many assumed I will do great things in but I chose the road not taken. Remember the poem, The Road Not Taken we learned in school? It was about exploring the road not taken which was filled with new things that one will never bother taking because it looks not taken. I chose that road to explore the great things that I know I will be a success at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still enjoy what I used to do a lot. I love writing still and it will always be my passion. But to me, banking is something challenging that I want to explore in. And I have a feeling that I'll do great as well in it. As unconventional it is, I do find banking very interesting. How ironic a writer would actually enjoy numbers and banking jargon.. but I do enjoy it. I believe that taking this path will lead me to a greater success. Perhaps someday I could combine both my passion and interest into one.. who knows ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be a tough journey at the road not taken but it will definitely be an eventful and fruitful one. I believe that I will explore a lot of great things along this road. I shall share more as I explore. The ambitious me is highly driven by success. It's so great to know that I am actually interested in the unknown; unknown for me, at least. It has been two great months of learning and exploring and I am still loving it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even learned about my weaknesses. People said that the truth is painful but to me, the truth makes me a stronger person and of course, improving myself to be a much stronger and better person. I was told that I am a leader and I shall continue uphold that belief and principles because I do believe that leading is my sort of thing. As dominant and Hitler-ish it sounded, I do believe that I will do great things. After all, minimum effort and maximum results. With His Help, nothing is impossible. Everything will be possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On an irrelevant note, I am on Cloud 9! Oh yea.. my convocation is in two weeks and I am looking forward to it. If you are free and happen to be in KL, do drop by to take a picture with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/82161225486011236-324215952939161092?l=suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/feeds/324215952939161092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=82161225486011236&amp;postID=324215952939161092&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/324215952939161092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/324215952939161092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/2011/11/road-not-taken.html' title='The Road Not Taken'/><author><name>Sue Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246951901089173781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-nO1jNKvZ4/Tm1-ptVFoYI/AAAAAAAAIjI/GmfaOGW0ZfM/s220/8b170fcee0a94b91bc1c525fbd857602_7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82161225486011236.post-7074582138215133599</id><published>2011-11-20T18:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T18:35:55.441+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='20 Cents'/><title type='text'>Living In A World With Choices</title><content type='html'>Got back from OBS and yes, I did not complete it. Don't ask me why.. I dislike repeating myself. I would probably tell you if you ask me.. it depends on the mood. The mood swings a lot lately. Oh well.. I am a woman. Sue me! So, I had to be an office girl for a week or so and do filing and what's not in the office. It wasn't so bad; at least I am indoor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to Ipoh for the weekend to do my laundry. I was thinking that I could speed up washing with a machine but the machine decided to broke down when I was back. Oh well.. I literally spent my whole Saturday hand washing my clothes. But it's alright. At least, I am occupied with things to do. It's supposed to be a weekend of anniversary outing with &lt;a href="http://wetwetwater.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20 cents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; but he has to work. So, we postponed it to next week. And the distance is kinda hard for both of us. I miss him so much that I sometimes tear a little thinking of him. I am not clingy but just not used to it..and I don't really have much close friends here in KL. Most of them are out of KL. Oh well.. life's like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had an hour conversation with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Sean&lt;/span&gt;. I miss him so much !! It has been so long since we last talk. I am so glad we had a chat to catch up with each other and blabbering away about stuffs. I just realized that most of my close friends are guys. I guess it's always easier to deal with guys sometimes.. less drama and emotions. Besides, they could totally handle the emotional me. I can be that emotional but I guess it's the mood swings that always kick in at the wrong time. Oh damn..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training starts again tomorrow.. it has been two months I am in the banking industry. Let's hope I turn out well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I miss my &lt;a href="http://wetwetwater.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20 cents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; so damn a lot !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/82161225486011236-7074582138215133599?l=suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/feeds/7074582138215133599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=82161225486011236&amp;postID=7074582138215133599&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/7074582138215133599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/7074582138215133599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/2011/11/living-in-world-with-choices.html' title='Living In A World With Choices'/><author><name>Sue Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246951901089173781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-nO1jNKvZ4/Tm1-ptVFoYI/AAAAAAAAIjI/GmfaOGW0ZfM/s220/8b170fcee0a94b91bc1c525fbd857602_7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82161225486011236.post-1118934119703084332</id><published>2011-11-18T06:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T06:58:00.681+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anniversary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='20 Cents'/><title type='text'>3 Years and Counting...</title><content type='html'>I am like disconnected by the world and technology because I am in some jungle at the moment. No mobile phone allowed, no Internet and probably still traveling to and forth KL and Perak. But this doesn't stop me from wishing my beloved &lt;a href="http://wetwetwater.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20 cents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HAPPY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;ANNIVERSARY,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;LOVE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a great 3 years of love. I remembered how we held hands secretly under my sweater when we were in the cinema for our very first movie together. I am so glad that we held hands because it was one of the greatest things ever. And all the silly things we did together and still doing it. Despite that we are so far apart at the moment, I am grateful to have you to be with me even if it's just a text message or a Whatsapp message or even Viber sometimes. It's hard but I know we can do this ! After all, it's not going to be a permanent thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eKpO3xuWoGc/TrlQ8g3JCWI/AAAAAAAAIoY/rzIrkhSPw3U/s1600/26572_391427841096_567581096_4193413_2916813_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eKpO3xuWoGc/TrlQ8g3JCWI/AAAAAAAAIoY/rzIrkhSPw3U/s400/26572_391427841096_567581096_4193413_2916813_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672654206193437026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so glad that you told me about your future plans that involved me. I was so touched that I swear that I wanted to tear there and then. But you'll probably call me silly because I have been tearing a lot since you left to Kemaman. I am already doing my best not to tear much because I know you'll be sad if I do so. I miss you a lot and sometimes, I do wish that you are here to wipe away my tears. I promise you that I'll hold back my tears the next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2CyItUeczWU/TrlQ8Q2624I/AAAAAAAAIn8/UwrK8Q4VEo8/s1600/n513422670_2126671_132968.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2CyItUeczWU/TrlQ8Q2624I/AAAAAAAAIn8/UwrK8Q4VEo8/s400/n513422670_2126671_132968.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672654201897540482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;Picture taken from Wen Pink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last weekend we spent together was the best though very tiring because we need to travel a lot. I am so happy that we could do our usual grocery shopping and had our bubble tea sessions. And just talk about anything and everything under the sky. The happiest thing ever would be you telling me about your job. I am so happy that you have plans for yourself and us. As corny as it sounds, I am probably the happiest girlfriend on Earth when I learn about you and your job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jzHt-ScaY9E/TrlQ8aSbL_I/AAAAAAAAIoE/CnwU14j6uig/s1600/n580827683_1864542_3000288.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jzHt-ScaY9E/TrlQ8aSbL_I/AAAAAAAAIoE/CnwU14j6uig/s400/n580827683_1864542_3000288.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672654204428824562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time flies and changes. But one thing that will never change would be my love for you. And I know that your love me remain unchanged too. The distance does make our hearts grow fonder. Oh my.. I am actually tearing while writing this post. No worries.. it's tears of joy because I miss you so much! I can't wait to spend the next long weekend with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-djzJ8ZsQao0/TrlRVRFhs1I/AAAAAAAAIog/N5gMMYTv_Mk/s1600/15563_205590356123_642686123_4156301_3793032_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-djzJ8ZsQao0/TrlRVRFhs1I/AAAAAAAAIog/N5gMMYTv_Mk/s400/15563_205590356123_642686123_4156301_3793032_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672654631455535954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My all time favorite photo with the boyfriend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://wetwetwater.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20 cents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, I love you! And Happy 3 years to you and me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/82161225486011236-1118934119703084332?l=suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/feeds/1118934119703084332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=82161225486011236&amp;postID=1118934119703084332&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/1118934119703084332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/1118934119703084332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/2011/11/3-years-and-counting.html' title='3 Years and Counting...'/><author><name>Sue Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246951901089173781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-nO1jNKvZ4/Tm1-ptVFoYI/AAAAAAAAIjI/GmfaOGW0ZfM/s220/8b170fcee0a94b91bc1c525fbd857602_7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eKpO3xuWoGc/TrlQ8g3JCWI/AAAAAAAAIoY/rzIrkhSPw3U/s72-c/26572_391427841096_567581096_4193413_2916813_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82161225486011236.post-5432044521983449355</id><published>2011-11-08T19:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T20:02:50.865+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>Away For 10 Days..</title><content type='html'>I will be away for 10 days from the 9th of November till 18th of November for Outward Bound School (OBS) organized by the company. Honestly, I am not looking forward to it at all. I'd been to a similar one but it has nice accommodation with aircon. And I am not an outdoor person. Never like the sun because it gives me bad skin and burnt skin. Like eeeewww...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst of all would be no communication with the outside world for 10 days! No phone will be allowed for 10 days! How can one live without a phone??? I know I can't ! I am too dependent on phone and Internet. And that means I would not be able to watch my drama series for 10 days. Imagine how much I will miss out.. and no phone calls with &lt;a href="http://wetwetwater.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20 cents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; too. How sad can that be?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my rashes has been getting crazier. I get rashes easily these days especially when I sweat. It's so itchy that I swear I could go nuts with scratching. And I have to be in touch with dirty sea water, grass and dust in OBS. Oh the horror! What am I gonna do? It doesn't help either that I have some complications with my body too. I cannot do no activities that might affect my spine. You see.. the princessy me was born with an extra bone on the spine. Any impact on it will caused horrid pain.. so yea.. let's hope I do not have to be involved with activities that might just kill me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father Lord, please lift me up by protecting me from all the danger and harm during my stay in OBS. Guide me through all the activities and take away my fear and burdens too. Give me wisdom when I need it for the activities. Thank you Jesus!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/82161225486011236-5432044521983449355?l=suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/feeds/5432044521983449355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=82161225486011236&amp;postID=5432044521983449355&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/5432044521983449355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/5432044521983449355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/2011/11/away-for-10-days.html' title='Away For 10 Days..'/><author><name>Sue Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246951901089173781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-nO1jNKvZ4/Tm1-ptVFoYI/AAAAAAAAIjI/GmfaOGW0ZfM/s220/8b170fcee0a94b91bc1c525fbd857602_7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82161225486011236.post-624124472419751213</id><published>2011-11-07T17:47:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T21:51:15.443+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='20 Cents'/><title type='text'>Damn.. It's November Already !</title><content type='html'>Life seems fine; I guess. Working's fine too. I hope. It gets a little dull when things are rather routine-ish. I am not the type of person who enjoys sitting down much without much things to do. I am getting the knowledge but the skills will only come to me.. I don't know.. after six months. Oh well.. 5 more months to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing that I am kinda adjusting to would be living alone without &lt;a href="http://wetwetwater.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20 cents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; around me. It's weird to not have him around especially on weekends. It's like me going to church alone when everyone else has their partners with them. Oh well.. I guess I'll just need some time to adjust to it. I am praying really hard that he'll be based in KL after his training. At least, if he is off to work, it's more like traveling and our weekends will finally be synchronized. It sucks when we have different weekends. It's just annoying. But oh well.. it's fine. I could live with that for the moment. We are planning our future already. Thank God that I have an awesome boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9h31xj4CRes/TretYUf1d0I/AAAAAAAAInk/JfY_hef4W40/s1600/384723_235674736493960_100001543054781_660681_251153233_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9h31xj4CRes/TretYUf1d0I/AAAAAAAAInk/JfY_hef4W40/s400/384723_235674736493960_100001543054781_660681_251153233_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672192889027131202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Our most recent photo together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really grateful to have great people around me to help me to adjust to this new phase of life. &lt;a href="http://wetwetwater.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20 cents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;' parents bring me out for dinners on the weekends and let me sleep at their place too. And of course, &lt;a href="http://wetwetwater.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20 cents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;' awesome cousins, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Geri&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Francis&lt;/span&gt; for letting me crash their homes so that I could follow them to church. Thanks you guys! The best of all.. I have HIM with me all the time. He always ensure that I am well protected when I walked to work and come back from work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OavU3MMZiPI/TretqWcCLBI/AAAAAAAAInw/81ybR86XwDY/s1600/670d3336085f11e1abb01231381b65e3_7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OavU3MMZiPI/TretqWcCLBI/AAAAAAAAInw/81ybR86XwDY/s400/670d3336085f11e1abb01231381b65e3_7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672193198785702930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Awesome mini cupcakes from Wondermilk from Geri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea.. I'll be away for 10 days for Outward Bound School (OBS). It's not something that I look forward to but I have to go because yes, it's a company's trip. Oh well.. 10 days of no communication with the outside world. Definitely not something pleasant to think of.. I guess the stress is giving me some rashes and complications. Sigh.. I just want to get over it and I am done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I will only be able to celebrate our 3rd year anniversary later.. I am planning for something for myself and &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://wetwetwater.blogspot.com/"&gt;20 cents&lt;/a&gt;. 3 years and counting..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/82161225486011236-624124472419751213?l=suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/feeds/624124472419751213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=82161225486011236&amp;postID=624124472419751213&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/624124472419751213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/624124472419751213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/2011/11/damn-its-november-already.html' title='Damn.. It&apos;s November Already !'/><author><name>Sue Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246951901089173781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-nO1jNKvZ4/Tm1-ptVFoYI/AAAAAAAAIjI/GmfaOGW0ZfM/s220/8b170fcee0a94b91bc1c525fbd857602_7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9h31xj4CRes/TretYUf1d0I/AAAAAAAAInk/JfY_hef4W40/s72-c/384723_235674736493960_100001543054781_660681_251153233_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82161225486011236.post-7361069522610038184</id><published>2011-10-24T00:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T00:24:57.304+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='20 Cents'/><title type='text'>Changes</title><content type='html'>I have finally adjusted and adapted to the new changes of mine. First, working life. I am fine with the idea of waking up early for work. I got no issues with that. I am probably sometimes just a little annoyed when the train gets a little crowded. Working is fine. I just finished my training with British Council; yes.. English training is a requirement for my job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-16cUrlwvlgk/TqQ_RyaeijI/AAAAAAAAImY/NRPJp0htVgw/s1600/DSCF1672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-16cUrlwvlgk/TqQ_RyaeijI/AAAAAAAAImY/NRPJp0htVgw/s400/DSCF1672.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666723805962078770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I moved into a new crib. I am still adjusting to it. I am not used to the idea of not having air conditioner in my room. I am too used to sleep in a cold room. So, it's just two small fans in my room. And I often feels sweaty and sticky. Eeeww.. it ain't easy to adjust to a new environment. There are just too many changes at once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two changes are just bad. To top up to the crazy changes, I am about to start a long distance relationship; starting like now. &lt;a href="http://wetwetwater.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20 cents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; got a job in Terengganu and it requires him to be there for sometimes. It's gonna be hard for me. As I am typing this, tears just had to run down on my face. I am so used to have&lt;a href="http://wetwetwater.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 20 cents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; around me every weekend and now.. he would not be around to drive me around to church and our groceries shopping. And we have different weekends. His would be on Friday and Saturday. Oh the sadness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-myNn2nCr8fE/TqQ_rEv6oCI/AAAAAAAAImk/fWnTf4qCakY/s1600/valentine%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-myNn2nCr8fE/TqQ_rEv6oCI/AAAAAAAAImk/fWnTf4qCakY/s400/valentine%2B2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666724240380567586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then after his training, I can only see him like once every two months. I better make sure I am well occupied or I will be super depressed. I am sometimes that dependent on &lt;a href="http://wetwetwater.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20 cents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;a href="http://wetwetwater.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20 cents &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;suggested that I should take up driving classes and perhaps, I shall get a car soon. I am hoping to get a car soon for my convenience. Not gonna drive to work but for me to travel around when I needed to.. it's a necessity. Need to start saving a lot; like a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I need to do good financial planning like soon. Oh the horror of being an adult..I grow up too fast!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/82161225486011236-7361069522610038184?l=suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/feeds/7361069522610038184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=82161225486011236&amp;postID=7361069522610038184&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/7361069522610038184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/7361069522610038184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/2011/10/changes.html' title='Changes'/><author><name>Sue Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246951901089173781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-nO1jNKvZ4/Tm1-ptVFoYI/AAAAAAAAIjI/GmfaOGW0ZfM/s220/8b170fcee0a94b91bc1c525fbd857602_7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-16cUrlwvlgk/TqQ_RyaeijI/AAAAAAAAImY/NRPJp0htVgw/s72-c/DSCF1672.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82161225486011236.post-8141196286134464299</id><published>2011-10-17T23:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T23:27:13.978+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='20 Cents'/><title type='text'>Future!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://wetwetwater.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20 cents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is leaving off for his career next Monday. He'll be there for training for 3 months; 3 whole months and maybe only seeing him on some weekends. After his training, he'll travel around a lot. I will probably see him like once every two months. It sounds scary that I will not have him around me much. I am too used to have him around to drive me around and suddenly, all these things will change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hinB_fiujEQ/TpxJCcDDAxI/AAAAAAAAImA/z4OhUQuo95s/s1600/DSCF1627.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hinB_fiujEQ/TpxJCcDDAxI/AAAAAAAAImA/z4OhUQuo95s/s400/DSCF1627.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664482737562780434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of me didn't want him to leave because I know I will miss like crazy. But part of me wants him to go ahead with his career because I knew that this is what he wants. It will be a job that promises him career advancement and of course, bright future. He assured me that he wants to provide for both of us hence him taking up this job. It's assuring to hear from him that he wants to get a house for both of us to stay someday. And he mentioned that wedding doesn't come cheap so he wants the best for me. I feel really, really happy when he told me that. I am so assured to know that he does plan our future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_1N6WRu9zDo/TpxJCXfzUWI/AAAAAAAAImI/xNDsaxV6WwE/s1600/DSCF1629.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_1N6WRu9zDo/TpxJCXfzUWI/AAAAAAAAImI/xNDsaxV6WwE/s400/DSCF1629.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664482736341209442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said I could start planning for our wedding next year. I feel superbly happy that he said so. All the things both of us want for our futures would be realized if we work our asses off in this two years. I'd probably cry my eyeballs out when he leaves but distance makes the hearts grow fonder. Right? I just need to pray for the best for ourselves. We'll have to make sure that our journey will be a great one. After all, Pastor always tell us to give minimum effort and we'll get maximum results. We have Him to arrange a great future for us. Unprecedented favor for both of us and it's a great year for the banking people *cough* like me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, I need to calculate my budget properly to get a car. Hmm.. any recommendation or advices ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/82161225486011236-8141196286134464299?l=suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/feeds/8141196286134464299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=82161225486011236&amp;postID=8141196286134464299&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/8141196286134464299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/8141196286134464299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/2011/10/future.html' title='Future!'/><author><name>Sue Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246951901089173781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-nO1jNKvZ4/Tm1-ptVFoYI/AAAAAAAAIjI/GmfaOGW0ZfM/s220/8b170fcee0a94b91bc1c525fbd857602_7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hinB_fiujEQ/TpxJCcDDAxI/AAAAAAAAImA/z4OhUQuo95s/s72-c/DSCF1627.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82161225486011236.post-8091041522794558346</id><published>2011-10-12T21:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T22:03:45.929+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Too Much Suprises!</title><content type='html'>It's almost a month since I started working. Time does fly! Not that I mind because I really want to finish off my training fast so I can finally work. Undergoing training isn't so bad but it's kinda tedious that I have to go back to books. I graduated for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just landed myself into the land of surprises. Shocking and definitely that I do not look forward to. The first one would be me adjusting to the new phase of life. It's just so hard. I am not complaining that I have to wake up early for work or whatsoever. It's just really hard to start everything all over again. I guess I just have to step out from my comfort zone. And I have finally moved to a new place. Personally, I would rather stay alone but I am not in the position to purchase a property of my own yet. I need to save up for perhaps, two more years or so before I can own a property. I hope the property bubbles burst when I finally have the cash to get a place. Oh yea.. and a car too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was Internet-less for three days. It was the worst thing ever. Internet is my only source of Internet and damn..I was without it for three days. I purchased a broadband and was promised about great coverage in my area. When I used it, it has no coverage at all. I feel so cheated. I am gonna get my refund back fast. Like real fast. I am not gonna trust what these sales people say anymore. It ruined my three days here. And I was crying my eyeballs out because I was alone and loneliness ain't no fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found out that I might have to start on a long distance relationship soon. Trust me. I didn't like LDR but finding out that I might be in one soon. It's really shocking. And too sudden. I don't like being away from &lt;a href="http://wetwetwater.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20 cents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. I am sometimes too clingy that I want to be with him 24/7. I know it's comforting to know that he is doing this for our future but it's just so hard to be parting with him for so many months. Sigh.. I need to adjust to these surprises fast. There will be so many changes in my life once all these surprises are place in position. Oh damn..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's hard sometimes. It's hard because there's so many adjusting that I needed to do so soon. I'd probably cry like a lot when all these happen too soon. I cried a lot already. Yes, I am sometimes that emotional :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/82161225486011236-8091041522794558346?l=suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/feeds/8091041522794558346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=82161225486011236&amp;postID=8091041522794558346&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/8091041522794558346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/8091041522794558346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/2011/10/too-much-suprises.html' title='Too Much Suprises!'/><author><name>Sue Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246951901089173781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-nO1jNKvZ4/Tm1-ptVFoYI/AAAAAAAAIjI/GmfaOGW0ZfM/s220/8b170fcee0a94b91bc1c525fbd857602_7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82161225486011236.post-9071724101263696260</id><published>2011-10-09T18:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T19:04:32.870+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='20 Cents'/><title type='text'>Being A Corporate Lady</title><content type='html'>It has been a tough week. I was sick..wait.. I am still sick. Being sick is just horrible. It drives me so low to the bottom and I hardly have energy for anything. I don't even want to talk. And the appetite has gone down as well. I don't bother eating much because I taste nothing on my tastebuds. Ahhh..damn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working is fine, I guess. I am getting paid for whatever I do so I guess things are doing fine. I am moving out in less than 12 hours. I am going to miss&lt;a href="http://wetwetwater.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 20 cents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; like mad. It sucks that I can only see him on weekends now. Anyway, this will only drive me to be on the top soon. I don't want to be in a low level where I got nothing to own. I am too ambitious to be so weak. I can do this. 3 years perhaps? Besides, Budget 2012 has been quite helpful to achieve my dreams too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else? All I know is that I want to own a property and a car as soon as possible. Our public transportation is just driving me nuts. Plus I hated the idea of being stuck in the train with smelly people. Oh well.. beggars can't be choosers. No need further elaboration of why I want a property of my own.. I am a loner like that. Besides, staying alone means more freedom to decorate my own place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got nothing much to say because suddenly, blogging is so unsafe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/82161225486011236-9071724101263696260?l=suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/feeds/9071724101263696260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=82161225486011236&amp;postID=9071724101263696260&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/9071724101263696260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/9071724101263696260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/2011/10/being-corporate-lady.html' title='Being A Corporate Lady'/><author><name>Sue Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246951901089173781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-nO1jNKvZ4/Tm1-ptVFoYI/AAAAAAAAIjI/GmfaOGW0ZfM/s220/8b170fcee0a94b91bc1c525fbd857602_7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82161225486011236.post-2313660895308326780</id><published>2011-10-02T18:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T18:43:45.434+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='20 Cents'/><title type='text'>Too Fast!</title><content type='html'>I gotta admit that 2011 flies off real fast. We are already at the final quarter of the year. October then November and December. Woots! I am so excited that we'll be entering 2012 soon. As for me, I am at the craziest phase of life ever. So crazy that Einstein looks normal next to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kVO8clG4C2I/Tog-_oGLFDI/AAAAAAAAIlo/WP_ohVcV-LA/s1600/9d046afd056941dbbe8830ad8419b274_7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kVO8clG4C2I/Tog-_oGLFDI/AAAAAAAAIlo/WP_ohVcV-LA/s400/9d046afd056941dbbe8830ad8419b274_7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658842194607019058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Authentic Indian food at 20 cents' uncle's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vGR8hpW3CNM/Tog-_N78LYI/AAAAAAAAIlI/YXVwbRVH8Ro/s1600/165d9211c6004c789ac506519b3fb172_7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vGR8hpW3CNM/Tog-_N78LYI/AAAAAAAAIlI/YXVwbRVH8Ro/s400/165d9211c6004c789ac506519b3fb172_7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658842187584777602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3 layers tea in Seaview, PJ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks of training and I would say that I love every bits of it. Sometimes, I do whine a little about how tired I am. You can't blame me. I have to walk a lot and sit a lot too in cold, freezing classrooms and hall. But oh well.. what the hell.. I could live with that. There's things that I learned and I am sure that it will be valuable lessons to me. Gonna start another blog to jot down my exciting working life but of course, it's going to be private. I'll only allow certain people to read it. I am so secretive like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oxR6Rbk8Zq8/Tog-_PQMH5I/AAAAAAAAIlQ/lByr-CAbS4w/s1600/5d5fb07c5fab4b6c8ba1b5ccebde8f41_7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oxR6Rbk8Zq8/Tog-_PQMH5I/AAAAAAAAIlQ/lByr-CAbS4w/s400/5d5fb07c5fab4b6c8ba1b5ccebde8f41_7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658842187938144146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;Tea time in Oldtown Kopitiam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IayYvQPUKhU/Tog-_dM-6DI/AAAAAAAAIlY/-WGmMDZ8t9Q/s1600/0a16f852ceb740f8b3c6e99d1e7135f9_7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IayYvQPUKhU/Tog-_dM-6DI/AAAAAAAAIlY/-WGmMDZ8t9Q/s400/0a16f852ceb740f8b3c6e99d1e7135f9_7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658842191682791474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Late dinner at Shanar, PJ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be moving to another place to stay next week. I am going to miss having &lt;a href="http://wetwetwater.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20 cents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; driving me up and down to work everyday. And of course, being clingy to him but I guess the distance will definitely make us stronger. I hope I won't tear much when I am finally away from him. My weekends are often so short so I am definitely appreciating it more. On a bright side, I could occupy myself with some readings and writings. Oh yea.. all my favorite drama series are back! I do wish I could get some TVB dramas though. It has been so long since someone actually speak Cantonese to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ANYLNhYtYYo/Tog-_ZMBK3I/AAAAAAAAIlg/Dx0lRiyfLaM/s1600/0b1efc79dfa94592b2f0a30754dda890_7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ANYLNhYtYYo/Tog-_ZMBK3I/AAAAAAAAIlg/Dx0lRiyfLaM/s400/0b1efc79dfa94592b2f0a30754dda890_7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658842190605003634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Home cooked food by 20 cents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P-xkChzFh6E/Tog_LpNW9OI/AAAAAAAAIl4/rn1Grqj_A3k/s1600/86b86124c2f14203bc7f797300124f57_7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P-xkChzFh6E/Tog_LpNW9OI/AAAAAAAAIl4/rn1Grqj_A3k/s400/86b86124c2f14203bc7f797300124f57_7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658842401064023266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20 cents made this!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures in this post are irrelevant with whatever I said. It's just a mere distraction because these pictures are so cool like that. I'll come back soon with more updates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e63kAvY4Ed8/Tog_LQL2aTI/AAAAAAAAIlw/Pn4YTd6zHDk/s1600/3376833d48814bd5a628cf4c77c48f7e_7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e63kAvY4Ed8/Tog_LQL2aTI/AAAAAAAAIlw/Pn4YTd6zHDk/s400/3376833d48814bd5a628cf4c77c48f7e_7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658842394346809650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ramen for supper!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/82161225486011236-2313660895308326780?l=suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/feeds/2313660895308326780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=82161225486011236&amp;postID=2313660895308326780&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/2313660895308326780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/2313660895308326780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/2011/10/too-fast.html' title='Too Fast!'/><author><name>Sue Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246951901089173781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-nO1jNKvZ4/Tm1-ptVFoYI/AAAAAAAAIjI/GmfaOGW0ZfM/s220/8b170fcee0a94b91bc1c525fbd857602_7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kVO8clG4C2I/Tog-_oGLFDI/AAAAAAAAIlo/WP_ohVcV-LA/s72-c/9d046afd056941dbbe8830ad8419b274_7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82161225486011236.post-8603000631530040782</id><published>2011-09-26T06:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T06:58:00.706+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><title type='text'>Instagram Fun!</title><content type='html'>I have been leeching on &lt;a href="http://wetwetwater.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20 cents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;' IPhone to utilize my addiction towards the social network. I have been going nuts with Angry Birds and Wedding Dash. And now I am into Instagram. I have a few more of those apps for photography but I ain't have the time to explore yet. These are the cool pictures that I took with Instagram. I personally think it's cool because like duh.. I took it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This part will only feature the cute dogs.. will definitely post up more soon. I am just too tired to post up everything because I need the rest so I will be fresh at work tomorrow. Oh well.. have fun staring at these cute dogs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QpTToyD14X0/Tn9CD1-ObMI/AAAAAAAAIkw/A5BodNMZdqw/s1600/99a318db5a6d4d9d8eb7037911e792e0_7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QpTToyD14X0/Tn9CD1-ObMI/AAAAAAAAIkw/A5BodNMZdqw/s400/99a318db5a6d4d9d8eb7037911e792e0_7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656312290795744450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Loofy boy inside the car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EDFfL4XtdTc/Tn9CEMPQWDI/AAAAAAAAIlA/FZmp8Mq6AcA/s1600/b89cf844f8b948f48953a86c4c30e776_7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EDFfL4XtdTc/Tn9CEMPQWDI/AAAAAAAAIlA/FZmp8Mq6AcA/s400/b89cf844f8b948f48953a86c4c30e776_7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656312296772753458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Loofy's vet visitation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JBjhUfBHzbI/Tn9CD5FIxnI/AAAAAAAAIk4/mWJg4k7pGx0/s1600/61379b7da9f54420a14cf0aa1fac59b0_7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JBjhUfBHzbI/Tn9CD5FIxnI/AAAAAAAAIk4/mWJg4k7pGx0/s400/61379b7da9f54420a14cf0aa1fac59b0_7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656312291630040690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marcus boy in Puchong CG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Geri&lt;/span&gt;, come again tomorrow to read more ok? Haha.. I definitely will have more things to write tomorrow. I see you next weekend! For now, I'll read a couple of pages of Blue Ocean Strategy before I hit the lalaland.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/82161225486011236-8603000631530040782?l=suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/feeds/8603000631530040782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=82161225486011236&amp;postID=8603000631530040782&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/8603000631530040782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/8603000631530040782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/2011/09/instagram-fun.html' title='Instagram Fun!'/><author><name>Sue Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246951901089173781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-nO1jNKvZ4/Tm1-ptVFoYI/AAAAAAAAIjI/GmfaOGW0ZfM/s220/8b170fcee0a94b91bc1c525fbd857602_7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QpTToyD14X0/Tn9CD1-ObMI/AAAAAAAAIkw/A5BodNMZdqw/s72-c/99a318db5a6d4d9d8eb7037911e792e0_7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82161225486011236.post-6660930685742633499</id><published>2011-09-25T22:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T22:46:44.887+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>One Week and Counting..</title><content type='html'>I am uncertain if I have adjust into the working world. I managed to get myself to work everyday with public transportation and aplenty of walking. I managed to make some friends. I tried to remember every single person's name that I met. It's all fine, I think. I guess it's just the emotional part in me that I needed to overcome. There's just so much in my head. Like a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to move out soon. Managed to get a room to rent. But seriously, I hated that place. But it's convenient sake. Well, I hated the idea of renting a place with strangers. I would somewhat prefer to stay alone on my own but that will only happen in another couple of years. I keep telling myself that I must make sure that I am that successful to be able to get my own property and stay on my own. I know it sounds really introvert and what's not but I just like staying alone. Nobody to disturb me and of course, I can do whatever I want. I am not restricted to this and that. Sometimes, the breaking rules blood just had to come out and say hello. But most of the time, I am rather obedient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being in this phase of life means meeting &lt;a href="http://wetwetwater.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20 cents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; lesser. As clingy as it sounds, I just dislike being away from him. And men are always men. They take forever to return a text or even a call. And of course, my&lt;a href="http://wetwetwater.blogspot.com"&gt; &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://wetwetwater.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://wetwetwater.blogspot.com"&gt;20 cents&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;has the tendency to whatsapp and talk to his friends than me. Oh God! I just hate the idea of this phase of life where things would have to be so different. The only motivation is probably the money that I will be earning and needed to be save badly to ensure that I achieve my goals fast. I have His favor and I have His protection. I just need to follow Him and rest in Him. I believe I will do just fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orientation week at workplace has been great. I learned a lot of things. I hope I will manage to catch up with all the finance and banking jargons soon. Classes start tomorrow! Let's hope that this training will motivate me to achieve my goals and ambitions fast. Sometimes, I am that impatient. But oh well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am definitely appreciating my weekend more and more. I have to work on Saturdays for a month. Well, it's all for my own good. Let's hope that I will be able to survive this training!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/82161225486011236-6660930685742633499?l=suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/feeds/6660930685742633499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=82161225486011236&amp;postID=6660930685742633499&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/6660930685742633499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/6660930685742633499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/2011/09/one-week-and-counting.html' title='One Week and Counting..'/><author><name>Sue Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246951901089173781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-nO1jNKvZ4/Tm1-ptVFoYI/AAAAAAAAIjI/GmfaOGW0ZfM/s220/8b170fcee0a94b91bc1c525fbd857602_7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82161225486011236.post-6015184566792097240</id><published>2011-09-18T23:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T22:45:15.682+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='20 Cents'/><title type='text'>Beginning of a New Chapter</title><content type='html'>I finally took the first step to embark to a new journey of mine; a new beginning full of uncertainties but definitely is going to be exciting.  I didn't managed to sleep much the night before because I was nervous about the route that I have to pass through using public transportation and of course, bus number 11. I have to walk a lot; literally a lot. Perhaps it would be a good exercise for me to lose some weights. I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had &lt;a href="http://wetwetwater.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20 cents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to accompany me to work today. I am very, very grateful that I have &lt;a href="http://wetwetwater.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20 cents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; in my life. He has been the most supportive and awesome boyfriend since we have been together for almost three years ago. He gives the most awesome advices ever though sometimes I disagree with him. We walked together to my workplace and he made sure I was alright. He only went back home after he saw me walking in to the auditorium for my training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day of training was fast and quick. I have only been to work for an hour and I was allowed to go back after that. It was just registration and 30 minutes of assessment. I waited for almost 2 hours before I headed back because it was raining cats and dogs in KL. I thought the rain stopped so I walked but it gets heavier as I walked. So, I impulsively bought an umbrella from the nearest 7-11 which I thought I saw the price tag at RM6.90. But when it was scanned, it was RM16.90. Oh the kena con feeling! I ain't got a choice because I needed to walk. Anyway, I am gonna make sure I utilize this umbrella to its maximum usage. Yes, I am that kiam sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://wetwetwater.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20 cents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; picked me up. Packed brunch. Ate and napped till the evening. It was oh-so-fun to nap on a rainy day when everyone else is working and I am not. Yes, I am rubbing it on your face. But I can only do it for today. Orientation starts tomorrow till Friday. And I'll have intensive English classes by the British Council next week for a month. Can't wait! The only thing I need to do would be making new friends. Let's hope that I will manage to meet new people soon. I only manage to talk to like this girl from the same hometown as I was when I was at the LRT station. But it was nice meeting her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, I need to release stress. Let me get back to my games and surf online for some proper clothes for work. Till then, I shall update the whole wide world about my job.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/82161225486011236-6015184566792097240?l=suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/feeds/6015184566792097240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=82161225486011236&amp;postID=6015184566792097240&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/6015184566792097240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/6015184566792097240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/2011/09/beginning-of-new-chapter.html' title='Beginning of a New Chapter'/><author><name>Sue Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246951901089173781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-nO1jNKvZ4/Tm1-ptVFoYI/AAAAAAAAIjI/GmfaOGW0ZfM/s220/8b170fcee0a94b91bc1c525fbd857602_7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82161225486011236.post-4014471223048522391</id><published>2011-09-13T20:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T22:54:32.311+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Finance This and That</title><content type='html'>I have always been aware of my own finances. I always make sure that I am debt free. I hated the idea of outstanding bills because yes, it's annoying. And it always feel awesome to be free from debt. Now that I am entering the next phase soon. I have to be more aware of my own financial status. I admit; I want to be rich. Rich in cash and of course, health too. That's another issue to be worried about. Went for medical check up and it was all thumbs up except for the weights part. No need further elaboration on that already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was talking to 20 cents about investment and mutual funds last night. Yes, we are such boring couple. I can't stop thinking about it knowing that I have such shallow knowledge on finances. I took a paper on finance before and it wasn't exactly pleasant because I just passed it. And I don't remember much of what I learned. It's that sad. Maybe I wasn't interested. I only find my interest in finance once I graduated. Why not then but now? Oh well..better late than never. So, yes.. we were talking about how I should invest when I have petty cash to spare after bills and other miscellaneous expenditures. For a fresh graduate like myself , I believe that our first salary would not be so attractive to actually cover what we want to spend. The word, "WANT" is such a sin sometimes. It makes me want everything but I know I could not want everything that I want for wanting it. Oh the horror of WANTING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not a local; as in I am not from KL. I came from a smaller city where living expenses justified whatever I will be earning. That's another story to talk about. Now that I am in KL; living expenses here are horrifying. Like literally scary. I remembered the first time I stepped my feet here; things were expensive but definitely not high soaring like the prices now. It's madness, I tell you. Rapid KL used to cost like RM2 a day where I can utilize my bus ticket for just RM2 anywhere I want to go. But now, it costs RM2+ per journey (depending on the location); it costs like RM3 from USJ to KL Sentral for only one way. As for mini bus, it was only 70 cents but now it's RM1. In just 3 years, everything hike up to prices that consumers do not wish to pay. We do not have much choices. Sucks to be us sometimes. Thank God I managed my finances quite alright. If a student like me wants to save, the alternative is to find a part time job and ensure that the part time job does not take most of your time for your studies. There were just so many things to think about even as a student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that managing finances doesn't require much time as long as I manage it properly. I supposed. Now that I am on my own and am a grown up; I can't believe I am calling myself a grown up.. I seriously do not want to grow up. All the commitments and responsibilities sometimes freak me out. Can you believe that I have to be married in another couple of years and start my own family???!! Oh that horror! Not that I mind but time just fly too fast; I just do not know if I will be prepare for all these. Gosh! Not only that, I am actually planning to get my own property. Yes people, I am a very ambitious girl. Just read a piece of news that mentioned something about a property per person and if one wants to get second one, one has to sell the first one to purchase the next one. This means I won't be able to do investment on properties? I am sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, I'll make sure I do well in my job and secure my job for the coming years. We will see what will happen to me soon..great things and blessings to come my way. Woots! And me being me would love to thank Jesus for being so awesome to me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Updated&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was calculating the estimation of expenditures of mine and it was whoa! The numbers are scary and I have yet even start working. I know I shall not fear for this and that and pray for the best.. but I simply just can't stop thinking. And I am currently looking for a place to stay. I particularly love this certain area. Called the lady who wanted to rent the room out but rejected because I needed to do light cooking. FML max. Why oh why can't I have what I want for once? Why??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I managed to Google this fresh graduate new car banking programme. I am thinking of getting one after 6 months but getting a car is a commitment that I am unsure of. So many things to think about.. I shall stop thinking much already. I am going nuts soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/82161225486011236-4014471223048522391?l=suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/feeds/4014471223048522391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=82161225486011236&amp;postID=4014471223048522391&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/4014471223048522391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/4014471223048522391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/2011/09/finance-this-and-that.html' title='Finance This and That'/><author><name>Sue Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246951901089173781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-nO1jNKvZ4/Tm1-ptVFoYI/AAAAAAAAIjI/GmfaOGW0ZfM/s220/8b170fcee0a94b91bc1c525fbd857602_7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82161225486011236.post-2006737182463732394</id><published>2011-09-13T13:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T13:30:11.455+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopping'/><title type='text'>Classe et Chic Boutique</title><content type='html'>I love shopping! I bet you love it as much as I do. But of course, you wouldn't want to spend much on shopping if possible. I got a solution for you to shop and still save as well as looking classy and chic at the same time. That's like throwing THREE birds with one stone. Now now .. that's a bargain that one shall not resist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tULZ1uVwOaY/Tm7nbNmA0AI/AAAAAAAAIj4/81JO6ewpWPw/s1600/287228_121646824603621_120730124695291_89044_162427926_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tULZ1uVwOaY/Tm7nbNmA0AI/AAAAAAAAIj4/81JO6ewpWPw/s400/287228_121646824603621_120730124695291_89044_162427926_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651709037088133122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-I6x8jfvh9W4/Tm7nbWGo_RI/AAAAAAAAIkA/4oEMTEXVN0U/s1600/322535_121646857936951_120730124695291_89045_603839658_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-I6x8jfvh9W4/Tm7nbWGo_RI/AAAAAAAAIkA/4oEMTEXVN0U/s400/322535_121646857936951_120730124695291_89045_603839658_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651709039372467474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sexy black dress for dinners and clubbing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this really safe and committed online boutique to shop about.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; Classe et Chic Boutique&lt;/span&gt; means CLASSY and CHIC in French. So yes, their selection of clothes are of classy and chic ones. Classe et Chic Boutique has a vision of bringing you their most affordable fashion without compromising on quality and design. This means they are committed to only sell and provide you the best of the best. Don't you feel safe to shop online already? I know I do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PeFAgQ5keZE/Tm7nblNH4pI/AAAAAAAAIkI/fluDawE4IKY/s1600/290798_120816434686660_120730124695291_87052_1401174_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PeFAgQ5keZE/Tm7nblNH4pI/AAAAAAAAIkI/fluDawE4IKY/s400/290798_120816434686660_120730124695291_87052_1401174_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651709043426189970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Polka dots are the new black!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8hcf4vDZbzE/Tm7nb-bxl9I/AAAAAAAAIkQ/D9gpOJsJy_0/s1600/304189_121646477936989_120730124695291_89037_602132833_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8hcf4vDZbzE/Tm7nb-bxl9I/AAAAAAAAIkQ/D9gpOJsJy_0/s400/304189_121646477936989_120730124695291_89037_602132833_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651709050198530002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Herve Leger inspired dress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conjunction of their newly opened online boutique, they are giving you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;LUCKY&lt;/span&gt; shoppers out there 10% off every item you purchased until further notice. That's like&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 10% &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;off until like indefinite time! Time to click click and shop shop for the most awesome fashion around at the most awesome prices!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tC1hAL_bNGM/Tm7ncJhWeyI/AAAAAAAAIkY/mt3nHFaUSsI/s1600/309616_121260684642235_120730124695291_87878_1573731799_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tC1hAL_bNGM/Tm7ncJhWeyI/AAAAAAAAIkY/mt3nHFaUSsI/s400/309616_121260684642235_120730124695291_87878_1573731799_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651709053174709026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Casual Sunday dress at ONLY RM31 (after 10% - RM 28.90)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more information, click &lt;a href="http://classe-et-chic.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for the good looking and classy clothes. And to access to their blog, click &lt;a href="http://classe-et-chic.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. If you like Classe et Chic Boutique,&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.121256557975981.15479.120730124695291&amp;amp;type=1#%21/pages/Classe-et-Chic-Boutique/120730124695291"&gt;LIKE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; them on their &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" href="http://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.121256557975981.15479.120730124695291&amp;amp;type=1#%21/pages/Classe-et-Chic-Boutique/120730124695291"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FACEBOOK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bTUWmVTV6Ps/Tm7oNyLdqpI/AAAAAAAAIkg/zggUzPrHG24/s1600/316619_120754914692812_120730124695291_86863_7360310_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 313px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bTUWmVTV6Ps/Tm7oNyLdqpI/AAAAAAAAIkg/zggUzPrHG24/s400/316619_120754914692812_120730124695291_86863_7360310_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651709905902348946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Can be worn casually and for office too at ONLY RM33 (after discount - RM 29.70)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DlW-LYEslr4/Tm7oOHvkMkI/AAAAAAAAIko/b4P1FxgVCbI/s1600/338783_121271897974447_120730124695291_87897_1275409058_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DlW-LYEslr4/Tm7oOHvkMkI/AAAAAAAAIko/b4P1FxgVCbI/s400/338783_121271897974447_120730124695291_87897_1275409058_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651709911690916418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Cute colorful polka dot dress at only RM 34 (after discount - RM30.60)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What ya waiting for? Check out &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.121256557975981.15479.120730124695291&amp;amp;type=1#%21/pages/Classe-et-Chic-Boutique/120730124695291"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Classe et Chic Boutique&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; today!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/82161225486011236-2006737182463732394?l=suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/feeds/2006737182463732394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=82161225486011236&amp;postID=2006737182463732394&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/2006737182463732394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/2006737182463732394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/2011/09/classe-et-chic-boutique.html' title='Classe et Chic Boutique'/><author><name>Sue Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246951901089173781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-nO1jNKvZ4/Tm1-ptVFoYI/AAAAAAAAIjI/GmfaOGW0ZfM/s220/8b170fcee0a94b91bc1c525fbd857602_7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tULZ1uVwOaY/Tm7nbNmA0AI/AAAAAAAAIj4/81JO6ewpWPw/s72-c/287228_121646824603621_120730124695291_89044_162427926_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82161225486011236.post-3644635567564174880</id><published>2011-09-12T19:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T19:40:15.198+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>New Glasses, Baby!</title><content type='html'>I got a lot to tell but I am that lazy hence the procrastination. I have a new pair of glasses that I adore like a lot, a lot. So, the self-obsessed me needs to show it off so badly. Here are my self-obsessed pictures of myself and my glasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PTqPD5zSQmk/Tm3u3nKZ0WI/AAAAAAAAIjw/WGuq9fxCUdc/s1600/Picture0108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PTqPD5zSQmk/Tm3u3nKZ0WI/AAAAAAAAIjw/WGuq9fxCUdc/s400/Picture0108.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651435746592674146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would say this is probably the coolest and professional looking glasses I have ever own ever. Haha. I purposely update this to show you how the heck I look like now. Haha. Yes, I am trying real hard to look erm.. prettier? Better; that's the word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pRQzNv0HN3o/Tm3us2D3jFI/AAAAAAAAIjo/MsW7eOtfgPM/s1600/8b170fcee0a94b91bc1c525fbd857602_7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pRQzNv0HN3o/Tm3us2D3jFI/AAAAAAAAIjo/MsW7eOtfgPM/s400/8b170fcee0a94b91bc1c525fbd857602_7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651435561613233234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll write about something cooler the next post. I need inspiration to make it interesting. Haha. And yes, I love to laugh to myself. Yes, I am crazy too. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/82161225486011236-3644635567564174880?l=suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/feeds/3644635567564174880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=82161225486011236&amp;postID=3644635567564174880&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/3644635567564174880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/3644635567564174880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/2011/09/new-glasses-baby.html' title='New Glasses, Baby!'/><author><name>Sue Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246951901089173781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-nO1jNKvZ4/Tm1-ptVFoYI/AAAAAAAAIjI/GmfaOGW0ZfM/s220/8b170fcee0a94b91bc1c525fbd857602_7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PTqPD5zSQmk/Tm3u3nKZ0WI/AAAAAAAAIjw/WGuq9fxCUdc/s72-c/Picture0108.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82161225486011236.post-502787247801736123</id><published>2011-09-07T17:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T18:10:25.817+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Hello September Two Zero One One</title><content type='html'>September is finally here. We are in a week of September already. And I am entering the working world in another two weeks. Woots! I am actually looking forward to it. I know I am crazy. I got like some congratulatory messages that went like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Congratulations! Welcome to the cruel working world!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Congratulations! You're gonna hate working!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Congratulations! Working is hard. Need to meet target and whatsnot!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes! Indeed awesome friends I have. I know what's set up for me out there and probably worse than I could imagine but hey, it's my first job. I guess I'll have to learn it myself and learn from mistakes. It does put me of into keemoness when some of my friends gave me negative remarks of the rat race. But anyway, I appreciate their messages and advices. For now, I just need to chill much before I start work soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have a good week so far. I thank God for His blessings and favor. There were so many worries but yes, He never fails. For now, I gotta find a place to stay which is near to public transportation and all. Yes, this chapter of life is gonna be a lot of hard works but I have Him to rest on. So, no worries :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/82161225486011236-502787247801736123?l=suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/feeds/502787247801736123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=82161225486011236&amp;postID=502787247801736123&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/502787247801736123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/502787247801736123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/2011/09/hello-september-two-zero-one-one.html' title='Hello September Two Zero One One'/><author><name>Sue Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246951901089173781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-nO1jNKvZ4/Tm1-ptVFoYI/AAAAAAAAIjI/GmfaOGW0ZfM/s220/8b170fcee0a94b91bc1c525fbd857602_7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82161225486011236.post-1636553342395583464</id><published>2011-08-31T20:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T20:45:45.077+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Goodbye August 2011</title><content type='html'>Merdeka! Merdeka!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August has finally come to an end. I supposed it's a good thing. I am starting my next phase of life very soon. I am excited and anxious. There's aplenty to do and I have no mood to intend to do it. Blame the hormones! I knew I have aplenty to do and I need to do it fast. But I am just not doing anything. I guess I'll do it like later. I usually could complete things before the dateline. So, yea.. no worries.. I'm gonna settle all my stuffs in Ipoh first. I need to clean and clear out some clothes for donation. And of course, throw out some things I thought are momentos. Well, it isn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't been exactly me lately. Just found out from my coursemates last night that I have to take out a huge sum of money for convocation. It's not cheap to begin with. I guess I'll have to rely on my parents again. I don't like to talk about money much. It ruins a lot of things. But without money, it will probably give me no life. Yes, money is that complicated. Wait.. money makes things complicated; that's more like it. I better settle all these stuffs before I have to like scream on emails about my convocation and what's not. Sometimes, it's not easy to solve these sort of stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing up is tough. Sometimes, I wish I don't have to. But well, I guess I wasn't given a choice. Let's hope I grow up alright! Haha. For now, I just want things to go on smoothly without much obstacles along the way. Drama is just boring! I had too much when I was younger. It's time to make a change about all these drama nonsenses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll just go clear my stuffs. I'll be back in September. Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/82161225486011236-1636553342395583464?l=suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/feeds/1636553342395583464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=82161225486011236&amp;postID=1636553342395583464&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/1636553342395583464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/1636553342395583464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/2011/08/goodbye-august-2011.html' title='Goodbye August 2011'/><author><name>Sue Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246951901089173781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-nO1jNKvZ4/Tm1-ptVFoYI/AAAAAAAAIjI/GmfaOGW0ZfM/s220/8b170fcee0a94b91bc1c525fbd857602_7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82161225486011236.post-7653118871982123801</id><published>2011-08-28T14:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T14:42:05.790+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Singapore'/><title type='text'>Just Food in Singapore</title><content type='html'>I have some pictures of food to share. And I am a little lazy to explain what's and what's not. I got a lot of things in my head now. Starting a new phase of life is exciting yet scary. I am looking forward to the next phase of life but then again, will I be able to handle it? I wonder..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Xin Wang, ION Mall&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch with my aunt and sister here. Food was so so.. but it was packed with people. I personally think that the food was just average. I am picky, oh well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y_lrgX5lFj0/Tlnd___E2UI/AAAAAAAAIg4/-Hl-gt-ajWk/s1600/DSCF1332.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y_lrgX5lFj0/Tlnd___E2UI/AAAAAAAAIg4/-Hl-gt-ajWk/s400/DSCF1332.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645787699463117122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Xin Wang served HK cafe food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yFjwFKki19Y/TlneAAqD5AI/AAAAAAAAIhA/DzbxnbTMLaI/s1600/DSCF1337.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yFjwFKki19Y/TlneAAqD5AI/AAAAAAAAIhA/DzbxnbTMLaI/s400/DSCF1337.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645787699643409410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chicken and Mushroom Rice in Bamboo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1fdHZyCTi1E/TlneAFF0RAI/AAAAAAAAIhI/JvrnxcgGcWM/s1600/DSCF1341.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1fdHZyCTi1E/TlneAFF0RAI/AAAAAAAAIhI/JvrnxcgGcWM/s400/DSCF1341.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645787700833567746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Milk Tea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Sushi Tei, Thomson Plaza&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I frequent this place a lot when I am in Singapore. My aunt and cousins love it so yea.. we always make sure we have a meal here at least once everytime I visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ekvKag4cQ6s/TlneAGQuV_I/AAAAAAAAIhQ/7iBsbMvvjsE/s1600/DSCF1369.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ekvKag4cQ6s/TlneAGQuV_I/AAAAAAAAIhQ/7iBsbMvvjsE/s400/DSCF1369.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645787701147752434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Cawamushi - a must have everytime I go for Japanese food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WNtbo6YzZi4/TlneAWut3DI/AAAAAAAAIhY/4Cj0-d6f6Ug/s1600/DSCF1375.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WNtbo6YzZi4/TlneAWut3DI/AAAAAAAAIhY/4Cj0-d6f6Ug/s400/DSCF1375.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645787705568517170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nabeyaki, I think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qf5T6FoS-qA/TlnezlmS4bI/AAAAAAAAIhg/-jWD3zQ3LCI/s1600/DSCF1386.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qf5T6FoS-qA/TlnezlmS4bI/AAAAAAAAIhg/-jWD3zQ3LCI/s400/DSCF1386.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645788585733054898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;Ice cream with red bean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QB3cspw_eQU/Tlnez7MAwaI/AAAAAAAAIho/HxRUp2Tdd4I/s1600/DSCF1387.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QB3cspw_eQU/Tlnez7MAwaI/AAAAAAAAIho/HxRUp2Tdd4I/s400/DSCF1387.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645788591528395170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Black sesame ice cream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2SFobI9F0Cg/Tlne0FoLXSI/AAAAAAAAIhw/-7tgbCCovxU/s1600/DSCF1388.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2SFobI9F0Cg/Tlne0FoLXSI/AAAAAAAAIhw/-7tgbCCovxU/s400/DSCF1388.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645788594330885410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ice Balls (yea, it's called ice balls)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Incontro, Robertson Walk &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner with my aunt and her family in this Italian restaurant. I had the best Spaghetti Marinara ever. It was sooooooo good. I need to come back here for another plate of that awesome pasta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;uincontro, robertson="" walk=""&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JvWD1AiyBCc/Tlne0TXwx6I/AAAAAAAAIh4/5OQsbuSfN7U/s1600/DSCF1458.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JvWD1AiyBCc/Tlne0TXwx6I/AAAAAAAAIh4/5OQsbuSfN7U/s400/DSCF1458.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645788598020130722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;Hello Incontro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tfS_J-2VnLg/Tlne0XbrjuI/AAAAAAAAIiA/CoqFANACkn4/s1600/DSCF1463.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tfS_J-2VnLg/Tlne0XbrjuI/AAAAAAAAIiA/CoqFANACkn4/s400/DSCF1463.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645788599110307554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Complimentary soft and warm bread&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Urf9d7PvyUY/Tlnfn1q7F3I/AAAAAAAAIiI/86Tb3H_6T5Q/s1600/DSCF1466.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Urf9d7PvyUY/Tlnfn1q7F3I/AAAAAAAAIiI/86Tb3H_6T5Q/s400/DSCF1466.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645789483400632178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stuffed mushrooms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AW9GkQnEuNI/Tlnfn3ni8zI/AAAAAAAAIiQ/hMdr6lB_D7c/s1600/DSCF1468.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AW9GkQnEuNI/Tlnfn3ni8zI/AAAAAAAAIiQ/hMdr6lB_D7c/s400/DSCF1468.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645789483923338034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tomato Soup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LGprLR-3dms/TlnfoLoSa5I/AAAAAAAAIiY/LpYcQobwkc8/s1600/DSCF1469.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LGprLR-3dms/TlnfoLoSa5I/AAAAAAAAIiY/LpYcQobwkc8/s400/DSCF1469.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645789489295158162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The bestest Spaghetti Marina ever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Canele, Robertson Walk&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dessert in Canele after dinner. For macarons lovers, this is heaven for you. There are aplenty of colorful macarons to choose from here. But for me, it would be a good piece of cake and a pot of herbal berry tea with a book. That would be awesome for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zkZUUl7nBK4/TlnfoGzWPgI/AAAAAAAAIig/_dNNOGgwm9Q/s1600/DSCF1485.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zkZUUl7nBK4/TlnfoGzWPgI/AAAAAAAAIig/_dNNOGgwm9Q/s400/DSCF1485.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645789487999368706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Canele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/uincontro,&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Am7zmykoIW8/TlngQ7mZ3oI/AAAAAAAAIjA/PLaVQsIW8qQ/s1600/DSCF1484.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Am7zmykoIW8/TlngQ7mZ3oI/AAAAAAAAIjA/PLaVQsIW8qQ/s400/DSCF1484.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645790189366926978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Macarons delight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uYE9FOy9siQ/TlnfoQejUvI/AAAAAAAAIio/f5dFHQDlmPY/s1600/DSCF1487.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uYE9FOy9siQ/TlnfoQejUvI/AAAAAAAAIio/f5dFHQDlmPY/s400/DSCF1487.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645789490596500210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Strawberry Shortcake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1ZX6d5bewYo/TlngQt6qjLI/AAAAAAAAIiw/rbQpwr4L-ss/s1600/DSCF1488.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1ZX6d5bewYo/TlngQt6qjLI/AAAAAAAAIiw/rbQpwr4L-ss/s400/DSCF1488.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645790185693809842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Black Forest Cake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-00JjuP0EhU4/TlngQ0yZPMI/AAAAAAAAIi4/psEDLyDr9qI/s1600/DSCF1494.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-00JjuP0EhU4/TlngQ0yZPMI/AAAAAAAAIi4/psEDLyDr9qI/s400/DSCF1494.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645790187538169026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A pot of herbal berry tea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to visit Singapore again! I miss my aunt and cousins already. And yes, I need to visit more touristy places. I didn't even manage to visit Clarke Quay this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/82161225486011236-7653118871982123801?l=suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/feeds/7653118871982123801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=82161225486011236&amp;postID=7653118871982123801&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/7653118871982123801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/7653118871982123801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/2011/08/just-food-in-singapore.html' title='Just Food in Singapore'/><author><name>Sue Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246951901089173781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-nO1jNKvZ4/Tm1-ptVFoYI/AAAAAAAAIjI/GmfaOGW0ZfM/s220/8b170fcee0a94b91bc1c525fbd857602_7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y_lrgX5lFj0/Tlnd___E2UI/AAAAAAAAIg4/-Hl-gt-ajWk/s72-c/DSCF1332.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82161225486011236.post-594599868607903517</id><published>2011-08-26T13:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T17:34:04.834+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Western Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fast Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Singapore'/><title type='text'>Being 24</title><content type='html'>Yes, I am 24. I am finally 24. Turned 24 like four days ago. Sort of celebrated my 24th in Singapore. Had lunch with my aunt followed by dessert with the best friend. Yea, that's how I celebrated it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F0rGJfNPvGk/TliXVDeDGSI/AAAAAAAAIf4/65ppw0mM3CI/s1600/DSCF1506.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F0rGJfNPvGk/TliXVDeDGSI/AAAAAAAAIf4/65ppw0mM3CI/s400/DSCF1506.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645428520873302306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lunch with my aunt in TCC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BUUpl25liPo/TliXVMslf1I/AAAAAAAAIgA/WpBf_gEl_xw/s1600/DSCF1507.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BUUpl25liPo/TliXVMslf1I/AAAAAAAAIgA/WpBf_gEl_xw/s400/DSCF1507.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645428523350196050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My fish main course&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o4o8XeUce8Y/TliXVgw74SI/AAAAAAAAIgQ/XuSgaKPgDJs/s1600/DSCF1513.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o4o8XeUce8Y/TliXVgw74SI/AAAAAAAAIgQ/XuSgaKPgDJs/s400/DSCF1513.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645428528737149218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dessert with BFF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p5td2Ctqq3Y/TliXVcOSBMI/AAAAAAAAIgI/IFnwMTjYShA/s1600/DSCF1510.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p5td2Ctqq3Y/TliXVcOSBMI/AAAAAAAAIgI/IFnwMTjYShA/s400/DSCF1510.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645428527518057666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Berry Glitz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if it has to do with my age but birthday is no longer a big hooha for me. Maybe I didn't want to celebrate my aging process. It never comes down. Damn.. I appreciate all the birthday wishes from everyone. But I am just not feeling the celebration this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EvalPxCyvTQ/TliXVys-HHI/AAAAAAAAIgY/ujNL6TXe8KE/s1600/DSCF1517.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EvalPxCyvTQ/TliXVys-HHI/AAAAAAAAIgY/ujNL6TXe8KE/s400/DSCF1517.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645428533552356466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why KL got no Spicy McWings?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iFfK9LoJdc0/TliYAMBigOI/AAAAAAAAIgg/uyhi4-BWCsk/s1600/DSCF1518.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iFfK9LoJdc0/TliYAMBigOI/AAAAAAAAIgg/uyhi4-BWCsk/s400/DSCF1518.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645429261904019682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And also Garlic Chilli sauce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4yGm7sa-eyI/TliYAKSAbdI/AAAAAAAAIgo/4CatTSMLuWk/s1600/DSCF1520.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4yGm7sa-eyI/TliYAKSAbdI/AAAAAAAAIgo/4CatTSMLuWk/s400/DSCF1520.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645429261436218834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I want some now~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am freaking turning a quarter century next year.. Aiyoyo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I ever did this birthday was eat, eat and eat. I ate so much that I forgot I am 24 and getting old. Aaaahhh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Bu_JEeIqTfc/TliYAR_UV2I/AAAAAAAAIgw/4GcA_XRsiXI/s1600/DSCF1522.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Bu_JEeIqTfc/TliYAR_UV2I/AAAAAAAAIgw/4GcA_XRsiXI/s400/DSCF1522.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645429263505315682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Birthday cake from my aunt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least I am legal for aplenty of things. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/82161225486011236-594599868607903517?l=suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/feeds/594599868607903517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=82161225486011236&amp;postID=594599868607903517&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/594599868607903517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/594599868607903517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/2011/08/being-24.html' title='Being 24'/><author><name>Sue Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246951901089173781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-nO1jNKvZ4/Tm1-ptVFoYI/AAAAAAAAIjI/GmfaOGW0ZfM/s220/8b170fcee0a94b91bc1c525fbd857602_7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F0rGJfNPvGk/TliXVDeDGSI/AAAAAAAAIf4/65ppw0mM3CI/s72-c/DSCF1506.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82161225486011236.post-5984891796616444068</id><published>2011-08-24T21:03:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T17:33:44.369+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fast Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Singapore'/><title type='text'>Dating The BFF</title><content type='html'>It has been like a year plus since I last saw the best friend. It's hard to see each other much because we are a strait away from each other. And both of us were busy with our final years in universities. Finally, we graduated. I finally have time to go down to Singapore to hang out with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wAxkmWI9VY8/TlcmwBSfbyI/AAAAAAAAIeg/69NpOSFuIt4/s1600/DSCF1396.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wAxkmWI9VY8/TlcmwBSfbyI/AAAAAAAAIeg/69NpOSFuIt4/s400/DSCF1396.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645023264353775394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My fave snack ever, Raspberry Ripple Wafer Ice Cream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The demanding me; yes..sometimes I can be demanding made him to bring me around in Singapore for some touristy stuffs. I've been to Singapore like many, many times but not once I visited any of their touristy places. So, we meet up in Orchard and then we had lunch in City Hall. The best friend treated me to this ermm.. New Zealand burger joint called The Handburger. I had their steak burger and I only managed to finish the patty and salad. The rest was left untouched. And we had Gong Cha after that. Sad to say, Gong Cha here doesn't suit my tastebuds. The pearls were tasteless. Eeee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0Jaga6bWqRk/TlcmwJMm6YI/AAAAAAAAIeo/5UzFY2jfbY8/s1600/DSCF1398.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0Jaga6bWqRk/TlcmwJMm6YI/AAAAAAAAIeo/5UzFY2jfbY8/s400/DSCF1398.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645023266476583298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The quirky menu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BqJgUDyp34o/TlcmwVzLdvI/AAAAAAAAIew/E4UjE3NU2-Y/s1600/DSCF1405.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BqJgUDyp34o/TlcmwVzLdvI/AAAAAAAAIew/E4UjE3NU2-Y/s400/DSCF1405.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645023269859587826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mine!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ABg5bMyExss/TlcmwdIR-BI/AAAAAAAAIe4/uVpT3xnEhPo/s1600/DSCF1409.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ABg5bMyExss/TlcmwdIR-BI/AAAAAAAAIe4/uVpT3xnEhPo/s400/DSCF1409.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645023271827142674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The best friend's burger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our heavy lunch, we walked and walked under the hot sun to Merlion because I wanted to go sightseeing. I finally took a picture with Merlion. Like finally. Saw Esplanade and Marina Bay Sands too. Wish I have more time to explore though. Went to Bugis Street to chill because yes, I never been to Bugis Street. I only been to Bugis Junction; sad to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j49sXRe9QZ8/TlcmwvzQeHI/AAAAAAAAIfA/2fa2fG8gxUs/s1600/DSCF1420.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j49sXRe9QZ8/TlcmwvzQeHI/AAAAAAAAIfA/2fa2fG8gxUs/s400/DSCF1420.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645023276839237746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I think this is Esplanade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D9r9DQgUC6Q/TlcoCrIWq2I/AAAAAAAAIfI/cKZ8Kok_WbQ/s1600/DSCF1428.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D9r9DQgUC6Q/TlcoCrIWq2I/AAAAAAAAIfI/cKZ8Kok_WbQ/s400/DSCF1428.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645024684334820194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Can see Marina Bay Sands from Merlion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tXNA5F362Pg/TlcoClXiSGI/AAAAAAAAIfQ/QbD6TY9fj9k/s1600/DSCF1435.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tXNA5F362Pg/TlcoClXiSGI/AAAAAAAAIfQ/QbD6TY9fj9k/s400/DSCF1435.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645024682787883106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Merlion!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lo_WpOthtrg/TlcoC2AFfYI/AAAAAAAAIfY/squ39j_hnRs/s1600/DSCF1436.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 291px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lo_WpOthtrg/TlcoC2AFfYI/AAAAAAAAIfY/squ39j_hnRs/s400/DSCF1436.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645024687252929922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Roarrrrr...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner in AMK Hub in Pepper Lunch. It was my very first time trying out Pepper Lunch. Oh so many firsts in a day! It was always fun hanging out with the best friend.. I miss him already! Chien, are you reading this? I can't wait to go off to Singapore again! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ta190LDD2-M/TlcoDBZR-PI/AAAAAAAAIfg/0Ft9uNHoEf4/s1600/DSCF1448.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ta190LDD2-M/TlcoDBZR-PI/AAAAAAAAIfg/0Ft9uNHoEf4/s400/DSCF1448.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645024690311395570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pepper Beef Set&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Wj--Tzh2lbY/TlcoDHXAxwI/AAAAAAAAIfo/K5ceuFKkCJA/s1600/DSCF1450.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Wj--Tzh2lbY/TlcoDHXAxwI/AAAAAAAAIfo/K5ceuFKkCJA/s400/DSCF1450.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645024691912492802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;All mixed up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the very rare occasion we have our picture together. I wonder when will be the next time we'll meet again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DWOxsGCzrqY/Tlco8HJPR3I/AAAAAAAAIfw/z_7KXTteFwc/s1600/DSCF1438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DWOxsGCzrqY/Tlco8HJPR3I/AAAAAAAAIfw/z_7KXTteFwc/s400/DSCF1438.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645025671107266418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/82161225486011236-5984891796616444068?l=suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/feeds/5984891796616444068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=82161225486011236&amp;postID=5984891796616444068&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/5984891796616444068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/5984891796616444068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/2011/08/dating-bff.html' title='Dating The BFF'/><author><name>Sue Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246951901089173781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-nO1jNKvZ4/Tm1-ptVFoYI/AAAAAAAAIjI/GmfaOGW0ZfM/s220/8b170fcee0a94b91bc1c525fbd857602_7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wAxkmWI9VY8/TlcmwBSfbyI/AAAAAAAAIeg/69NpOSFuIt4/s72-c/DSCF1396.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82161225486011236.post-5239042099781224546</id><published>2011-08-22T10:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T10:21:30.839+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>I Am 24!</title><content type='html'>Aiyo, I can't believe I am 24 today. And next year I will be a quarter century old. Aiyooooo! So old.. the frequent aiyo somewhat makes  me sound older. Haha. I am 24 but I still think that I am 21. I refused to grow up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, thanks a gazilion for all the amazing Facebook walls, text messages and Twitter message. I appreciate it you all. And also the awesome phone calls from my awesome possum friends. I love you all so much! Muackksssss...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to my dearest&lt;a href="http://wetwetwater.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 20 cents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, thanks love for the text message. Sucks that we won't be celebrating it together but we'll replace it when we are both back in KL. I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to my awesome aunts for the gifts and moolah, thanks so much! I love every single of it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall blog more on the gifts and my birthday soon.. perhaps when I am back to Ipoh. Heading back to Ipoh tomorrow morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea..&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; SITT KIN HOE&lt;/span&gt; (aka my twin brother), Blessed Birthday to you too :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/82161225486011236-5239042099781224546?l=suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/feeds/5239042099781224546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=82161225486011236&amp;postID=5239042099781224546&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/5239042099781224546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/5239042099781224546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-am-24.html' title='I Am 24!'/><author><name>Sue Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246951901089173781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-nO1jNKvZ4/Tm1-ptVFoYI/AAAAAAAAIjI/GmfaOGW0ZfM/s220/8b170fcee0a94b91bc1c525fbd857602_7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82161225486011236.post-8475926646296955382</id><published>2011-08-18T13:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T13:42:17.607+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chinese Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Singapore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dessert'/><title type='text'>Maxwell Food Court, Singapore</title><content type='html'>I finally did a touristy thing in Singapore after years of visiting Singapore with only intention to shop here and there. I did visit the zoo before which is like aeon years ago before I own a digital camera. I am definitely visiting the zoo and safari the next trip to Singapore soon; hopefully with &lt;a href="http://wetwetwater.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20 cents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I went to Maxwell Food Court twice in two days. It's like a huge food court with aplenty of hawker food which was listed in a lot of pamphlets and brochures of its variety of local food. Everytime I am in Singapore, I'll make sure that I will have soursop as dessert or as a drink. Yes, I love soursop that much. Had my tea time dessert with my aunt the other day. Guess what I had? I had Soursop Ice with Jellies. It was yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L25E6ZIodzU/Tkyk-yMyTbI/AAAAAAAAIdw/co0s8X8BaTQ/s1600/DSCF1355.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L25E6ZIodzU/Tkyk-yMyTbI/AAAAAAAAIdw/co0s8X8BaTQ/s400/DSCF1355.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642065831722634674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Soursop dessert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went off for lunch there yesterday before some shopping and a movie. Had Tian Tian Hainanese Chicken Rice. I had to line up for chicken rice. A freaking long line for steamed chicken rice; mostly tourists including myself. Anthony Bourdain gave this chicken rice thumbs up. I give it thumbs up too. The chicken is as soft as the ones I usually have in SS2. And the rice smelled really fragrant. Usually, a lot of people have the perception that Singapore food wasn't so nice to eat. Trust me.. it's a wrong perception. Perhaps we have yet to adjust our tastebuds for some of their local food. But it's not much differences from our Malaysian local food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--yxSJPbeQ8c/TkylKkJxU-I/AAAAAAAAIeY/lkGbvavoEo0/s1600/DSCF1366.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--yxSJPbeQ8c/TkylKkJxU-I/AAAAAAAAIeY/lkGbvavoEo0/s400/DSCF1366.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642066034110321634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Look at the line!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GUdufjEJ59M/Tkyk_JAHTDI/AAAAAAAAId4/yh_cdrkP95w/s1600/DSCF1361.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GUdufjEJ59M/Tkyk_JAHTDI/AAAAAAAAId4/yh_cdrkP95w/s400/DSCF1361.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642065837843500082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Half a chicken with soup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WvEa_oFz5WE/Tkyk_JRrD9I/AAAAAAAAIeA/pkP4TttGx3E/s1600/DSCF1362.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WvEa_oFz5WE/Tkyk_JRrD9I/AAAAAAAAIeA/pkP4TttGx3E/s400/DSCF1362.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642065837917147090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Steamed Chicken Rice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ESCk2hkefDY/Tkyk_dlr9pI/AAAAAAAAIeI/5TdReajKdOw/s1600/DSCF1363.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ESCk2hkefDY/Tkyk_dlr9pI/AAAAAAAAIeI/5TdReajKdOw/s400/DSCF1363.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642065843369801362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The rice was fragrant and tasty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried this noodles which I am unsure of the name. It doesn't look appealing but I love it. Hehe. The pictures of the food are all from Maxwell Food Court. For cheap and good food in Singapore, I would definitely recommend Maxwell Food Court. The weather is so hot now that I am craving for some soursop juice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3hzuxay7pMI/Tkyk_nMM5zI/AAAAAAAAIeQ/ZP6rB-Pbo5A/s1600/DSCF1364.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3hzuxay7pMI/Tkyk_nMM5zI/AAAAAAAAIeQ/ZP6rB-Pbo5A/s400/DSCF1364.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642065845947262770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Yummy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to hang out with the BFF tomorrow. I need a fix of McDonald Fried Chicken Wings. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/82161225486011236-8475926646296955382?l=suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/feeds/8475926646296955382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=82161225486011236&amp;postID=8475926646296955382&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/8475926646296955382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/8475926646296955382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/2011/08/maxwell-food-court-singapore.html' title='Maxwell Food Court, Singapore'/><author><name>Sue Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246951901089173781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-nO1jNKvZ4/Tm1-ptVFoYI/AAAAAAAAIjI/GmfaOGW0ZfM/s220/8b170fcee0a94b91bc1c525fbd857602_7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L25E6ZIodzU/Tkyk-yMyTbI/AAAAAAAAIdw/co0s8X8BaTQ/s72-c/DSCF1355.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82161225486011236.post-6756618634439358980</id><published>2011-08-18T12:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T13:18:17.085+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy Rants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>August Is My Favorite Month!</title><content type='html'>It's not just because it's my birthday month. And so is &lt;a href="http://wetwetwater.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20 cents'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; birthday month. But it's because August is cool. Haha.. and it's another 4 months before the year ends. August is usually school break and there is some holidays in August.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4xu0EsdRAiY/Tkyfkq7sTXI/AAAAAAAAIdA/HvBLBCsuVMg/s1600/DSCF1296.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4xu0EsdRAiY/Tkyfkq7sTXI/AAAAAAAAIdA/HvBLBCsuVMg/s400/DSCF1296.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642059885537152370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Minions from Andrew's birthday bash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been stagnant for the past four months. It sucks being stagnant. All I could do is pray for the heart desires of mine. I just want to start my next phase of life soon. I didn't like the idea of staying put in such a position for such a long time. Unemployment sucks! Job oh job, come to me soon, please!! I shall refrain myself from talking about this. I am getting a little bored talking about the same thing again and again. Oh well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bCc4AY3pk2U/Tkyfk8AaEYI/AAAAAAAAIdI/BhMjEnjzcPY/s1600/DSCF1323.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bCc4AY3pk2U/Tkyfk8AaEYI/AAAAAAAAIdI/BhMjEnjzcPY/s400/DSCF1323.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642059890120331650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;My favorite savoury snack in Singapore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched The Rise of the Planet Apes yesterday in Vivo City. The idea of apes being smarter than human beings is rather disturbing. I know the apes meant no harm in the show but it's rather scary to have them being so smart like picking up the lock and coming up with strategies to go back to their woods for their freedom. And also sacrificing oneself for the ape leader was a whoa idea. I personally think it's a brilliant movie. The ending was rather blah but there's no such a thing as perfect eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MiIjSIXMFes/TkyflPK4QjI/AAAAAAAAIdY/OZO3SBq_mlU/s1600/DSCF1352.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MiIjSIXMFes/TkyflPK4QjI/AAAAAAAAIdY/OZO3SBq_mlU/s400/DSCF1352.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642059895264526898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My favorite sweet snack in SG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be heading back to Ipoh next week. I have mixed feelings about doing so but oh well.. I got not much things to do in Singapore. Let's hope that the drama ends there and then. I just am sick of dramas and all the crazy noises at home.. I seriously hated it a lot. But I chose to remain silent because I have passed the stage of being a rebel. Being a rebel sometimes isn't exactly a bad idea. It motivates me a lot to become a very successful person. I might want to rebel but I am always thankful and being grateful of what I have. I never once had a thought of disrespecting people unless that person asked for it. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tct3X1w4wmc/TkygHGrc6PI/AAAAAAAAIdo/QILzc2LMQQ4/s1600/DSCF1350.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tct3X1w4wmc/TkygHGrc6PI/AAAAAAAAIdo/QILzc2LMQQ4/s400/DSCF1350.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642060477100779762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ION Mall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am gonna post up some random pictures of Singapore and some other random pictures. For entertainment purposes. Who likes to read a bland, pictureless blog post nowadays? I know I don't unless you are a close friend of mine. I am gonna go back to my &lt;s&gt;useless&lt;/s&gt; Facebook games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mHIRJMKdcg0/TkyflQiNpKI/AAAAAAAAIdg/MxY7rGX4Clk/s1600/DSCF1357.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mHIRJMKdcg0/TkyflQiNpKI/AAAAAAAAIdg/MxY7rGX4Clk/s400/DSCF1357.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642059895630832802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just because it's cute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/82161225486011236-6756618634439358980?l=suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/feeds/6756618634439358980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=82161225486011236&amp;postID=6756618634439358980&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/6756618634439358980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/6756618634439358980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/2011/08/august-is-my-favorite-month.html' title='August Is My Favorite Month!'/><author><name>Sue Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246951901089173781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-nO1jNKvZ4/Tm1-ptVFoYI/AAAAAAAAIjI/GmfaOGW0ZfM/s220/8b170fcee0a94b91bc1c525fbd857602_7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4xu0EsdRAiY/Tkyfkq7sTXI/AAAAAAAAIdA/HvBLBCsuVMg/s72-c/DSCF1296.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82161225486011236.post-4691723748032224754</id><published>2011-08-14T22:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T23:36:15.793+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='20 Cents'/><title type='text'>24 Soon!</title><content type='html'>I am turning 24 soon. It's too soon. 2011 flies too fast and too soon. I am hitting the quarter century next year. Oh my! I am getting old! I have to be married in a couple of years. And I must start getting a permanent job with a stable salary to save for my future. So much to do and I am so lagging behind.. this is bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, on a happier note.. I've been surfing around a lot and reading aplenty of magazines to come up with my birthday wishlist which usually doesn't come true. But hey.. it's always fun to list out things I want to have or even desire. No harm what..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://wetwetwater.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20 cents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; won't be around to celebrate my birthday with me but he promised that we'll celebrate once he is back from his NZ trip. I miss him already. Oh yea.. I am currently in Singapore for a retreat trip to be away from some chaotic and stressful drama back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wishlist for 2011 would be.. taaddaaaahhh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1) Books&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you know me, you know I love reading a lot. Like a lot. I have been reading a lot recently because of my &lt;s&gt;unemployed&lt;/s&gt; free time status. Jodi Picoult is definitely a must read for me. And I recently indulge on some fictions by Jackie Collins and Sidney Sheldon. It's soooooo awesome to read!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1ksibowMW3s/TkfqHUrFmkI/AAAAAAAAIcg/RieN4Z_juvU/s1600/read_more_books.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 276px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1ksibowMW3s/TkfqHUrFmkI/AAAAAAAAIcg/RieN4Z_juvU/s400/read_more_books.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640734469834250818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2) Handbag and Clutch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not exactly a bag person. But the one that I am currently carrying is a bit old for me. I want something smaller and I could sling across. As for clutch, I needed one since long, long time ago. Reason being that I always bring HUGE handbag to weddings, clubs and dinners. Clutch is easier to be carry around and of course, I wanna look classy too. *hint* If anyone wants to get me one, feel free to browse &lt;a href="http://lovebaglovebag.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;here &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;for references. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N-bSvQtunEE/TkfqHn3R5nI/AAAAAAAAIc4/uVVfcu9ZG-E/s1600/aruna-sethi-clutch-purse_X4s7W_23163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N-bSvQtunEE/TkfqHn3R5nI/AAAAAAAAIc4/uVVfcu9ZG-E/s400/aruna-sethi-clutch-purse_X4s7W_23163.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640734474985662066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I want something like this!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3fQb0FZ6J2k/TkfqHRdEtpI/AAAAAAAAIco/FL-zP7X5og8/s1600/24U07YTAN_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 93px; height: 140px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3fQb0FZ6J2k/TkfqHRdEtpI/AAAAAAAAIco/FL-zP7X5og8/s400/24U07YTAN_small.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640734468970165906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WDWzs5oM_yE/TkfqHjxZ5WI/AAAAAAAAIcw/oheHoSs_2Gs/s1600/24U09AMUS_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 93px; height: 140px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WDWzs5oM_yE/TkfqHjxZ5WI/AAAAAAAAIcw/oheHoSs_2Gs/s400/24U09AMUS_small.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640734473887278434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;And these too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Shopping spree (not really la..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really fancy shopping but I do need to do some shopping for my dull and old wardrobe. And of course, I need some formal attire for working next time. So, I guess I only want a shopping spree as an investment to my future as an employee in this dog-eats-dog-world. Haha. I somehow would prefer a shopping spree in other things like cookwares, kitchen appliances and ermm.. grocery shopping. I know.. I am that weird. I guess I am just really eager to get a house after I get a job.. I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t9tG2sxoyOc/TkfqG0XS5yI/AAAAAAAAIcY/oSdH1Zr-Jdw/s1600/imager.php.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 373px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t9tG2sxoyOc/TkfqG0XS5yI/AAAAAAAAIcY/oSdH1Zr-Jdw/s400/imager.php.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640734461161301794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4) A JOB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've graduated for more than 4 months. I've been to a lot of interviews (10 so far). I just want a good job with good benefits soon. The pay isn't much of an issue as long as it's enough for me to survive in KL. I hope I get a job soon. Like really soon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5) Refresher course for driving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know.. what a bizarre wishlist! I needed a lesson desperately to refresh my memories of how the roads work for me. I just want to ensure that I could drive by the time I am able to purchase my own car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also welcome red packets with moolah inside. Haha. And free meals too. I guess the most awesome wish would be spending time and meal with &lt;a href="http://wetwetwater.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20 cents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; because it's just awesome. We have been communicating a lot; more like chatting a lot when there's just two of us about anything and everything under the sky. We used to do that a lot and recently, we had such sessions again. It makes me a happy person to be able to have awesome chats with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog more soon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/82161225486011236-4691723748032224754?l=suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/feeds/4691723748032224754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=82161225486011236&amp;postID=4691723748032224754&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/4691723748032224754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/4691723748032224754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/2011/08/24-soon.html' title='24 Soon!'/><author><name>Sue Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246951901089173781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-nO1jNKvZ4/Tm1-ptVFoYI/AAAAAAAAIjI/GmfaOGW0ZfM/s220/8b170fcee0a94b91bc1c525fbd857602_7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1ksibowMW3s/TkfqHUrFmkI/AAAAAAAAIcg/RieN4Z_juvU/s72-c/read_more_books.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82161225486011236.post-7333254447896825203</id><published>2011-08-12T09:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T10:39:40.691+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Blame Is Lame</title><content type='html'>I bet most of us blame on other things or other people when something happened. Right? Right? I am one of those people. When I get sick, I'd probably blame on the weather for being so unpredictable. The fact is I knew the weather went haywire and I knew I could do something about it but I blame it on the weather anyway because it's much more convenient to blame something than myself. There are a lot of things that I actually blame this and that when it's actually myself to be blame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, one time I blamed a housemate for not paying electricity bills and our electricity was cut off. I remembered well that I paid her and I get all freaked out because I knew I would be home alone. I didn't say it to their faces but hey.. I do blame them for not being responsible. Thinking back.. I could have just pay the electricity bills by &lt;s&gt;annoying&lt;/s&gt; asking them to pay to me and I pay it up because damn.. I was such a free student. What else? I blamed another housemate for being all noisy and disturbed my peace when I was sleeping during the wee hours.. but seriously, it was really their faults. I mean.. who the hell watched drama series during wee hour next to my room in a full volume? And the light sleeper in me could wake up with a teeny weeny noise and these housemates love to cook or even doing laundry at that hour. Like what the hell.. I blamed them. I could have just tell them off in a nice manner. Guess what? I moved out. Haha. I made a decision and I do not regret it. And these housemates were not even pleasant to stay with to begin with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a lot of decisions in my life that I have had made. Not once I regret my decisions. Sometimes, I do ponder of what went wrong and what did I do wrong but trust me.. life goes on. If I were to regret of the decisions I made, I am such a wuss. I believe that being a decision maker and to decide something about my life.. I shouldn't have regrets. These decisions come with consequences, of course. Not pleasant I must say.. I lost a few friends here and there. I blame them for whatever they blame me. It's a cycle of life, I suppose. I hate you and you hate me for something that we hate. Logical? It is, to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's some destruction in relationships when nobody wants to be responsible in a negative situation. Trust me.. I avoided some because I just can't do no confrontation. Sometimes, I wish I could turn back time and amend something but who am I to reverse what happened in the past. I was taught to forget and forgive. Forgive is easy but to forget is just hard. I met aplenty of &lt;s&gt;assholes&lt;/s&gt; jerks in my life that I would just want to hack them into pieces of whatever they have done to me. But hey.. who the heck am I to blame? I am the one who get involved in such complicated relationships. I should be blame. I should open my eyes wide before making a decision to befriend with such idiots. Thank God for God that He open my eyes to make sure that I think twice about things in life. I learned my lesson that I should open my eyes wide before jumping into a faulty decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not perfect. I made a lot of mistakes in my life. These mistakes might come back to haunt me one day. I learned from my beloved 20 cents that past is past. Why bring up something negative to make the current life impossible? He is right. Mistakes I did in the past; I rather forget and move on with my life. I knew of the mistakes hence not repeating it. I do not understand why people enjoy digging up the past to make other people's life a horrid one.. does it make one feel better? Or is it just vengeance one is looking for? I recently had a situation where my past came back to haunt me. I felt like shitttttttttt and it wasn't fun to have guilt and all. It wasn't. But I blame nobody though I felt like I should do something to ruin that person's life who came about with that past. But I didn't. It was my fault, I supposed. And I should take the blame. After all, blaming other people is just lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that idiot who came back with the past, idiot will always be idiot. God shall bless this person for he does not know what he is doing. Oh yea.. this person.. has been deleted and off my life like forever. It feels good to express what I have in mind. Whatever the price that comes with such a mistake, I am ready to accept it. If it means I'll lose a few friends in the process, I shall just accept such a verdict. I guess I am just too tired to deal with such a drama. If one doesn't know, I have enough dramas to deal with already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if anyone ever want to come up with some excuses to blame someone or something, please think again. Blame is lame! Oh! What a life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On an irrelevant note, I watched Justin Bieber's Never Say Never last night. It was soooooo good! I do not get the reasons of why he has so many haters. Come on.. he is bloody talented! I guess some people are just jealous of him hence the hatred. But I have a feeling it's the macho man mentality that started all this hatred. I don't give two &lt;s&gt;fucks&lt;/s&gt; cents of whatever people want to say about my love towards Justin Bieber. But I think he is damn awesome! Justin Bieber rocks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a song to describe this post of mine.. Gotta love the chorus!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;"Who cares if you disagree? You are not me! Who made you king of anything? So, you dare to tell me who to be. Who died and make you king of anything?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;iframe style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/eR7-AUmiNcA" allowfullscreen="" width="640" frameborder="0" height="390"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sara Bareilles "King of Anything"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/82161225486011236-7333254447896825203?l=suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/feeds/7333254447896825203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=82161225486011236&amp;postID=7333254447896825203&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/7333254447896825203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/7333254447896825203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/2011/08/blame-is-lame.html' title='Blame Is Lame'/><author><name>Sue Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246951901089173781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-nO1jNKvZ4/Tm1-ptVFoYI/AAAAAAAAIjI/GmfaOGW0ZfM/s220/8b170fcee0a94b91bc1c525fbd857602_7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/eR7-AUmiNcA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82161225486011236.post-7249348622853943915</id><published>2011-08-12T07:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T09:26:49.206+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chinese Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='20 Cents'/><title type='text'>Seafood + Pork Noodles, OUG</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://wetwetwater.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20 cents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; brought me to this Seafood + Pork Noodles in OUG in this place called Restoran Makanan SunSea the other day. It's near the market. He said this is not bad and it's rather cheap too. Off we went to this shop on a super hot day where the sun literally burn me alive for lunch. &lt;a href="http://wetwetwater.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20 cents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; was so ambitious so he called the bigger portion of the noodles for each of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had Dry Kuey Teow with the Seafood + Pork soup and &lt;a href="http://wetwetwater.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20 cents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; had Dry Yellow Noodles with Meehoon and the same portion of soup. Imagine my jaw drops when the noodles and the soup came. The soup was filled with seafood and pork; mountain high of seafood and pork. We had to ditch most of the noodles and just finished off the pork and seafood. Actually, I managed to finish my noodles. I ate more than &lt;a href="http://wetwetwater.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20 cents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Oh no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fTWx3YK6bn8/TkO7T1yjQEI/AAAAAAAAIcA/lAuDrn_c3gI/s1600/DSCF1281.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fTWx3YK6bn8/TkO7T1yjQEI/AAAAAAAAIcA/lAuDrn_c3gI/s400/DSCF1281.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639557107929006146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RXO9mh_1bhE/TkO7UMm7liI/AAAAAAAAIcI/_cDiZBPSP7o/s1600/DSCF1282.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RXO9mh_1bhE/TkO7UMm7liI/AAAAAAAAIcI/_cDiZBPSP7o/s400/DSCF1282.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639557114054284834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The noodles was topped with fatty pork lard and some minced pork. The soup had lots of seafood from clams, squids, prawns and fish with minced pork and pieces of pork slices and and also spare parts of the pig (kidney, liver and intestines). Topped up with green mustard leaves (sawi) and it was mountain high bowl of soup. The soup base was so so la.. it has the flavors of the seafood and pork but macam a bit clashing though. I guess the loyal and faithful me somehow prefer SS15 pork noodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-taAMmbBJKsQ/TkO7TjPnhYI/AAAAAAAAIb4/qAb2e-rWQko/s1600/DSCF1280.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-taAMmbBJKsQ/TkO7TjPnhYI/AAAAAAAAIb4/qAb2e-rWQko/s400/DSCF1280.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639557102950647170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ls60wrkRAhc/TkO7UGZT-fI/AAAAAAAAIcQ/3AaxhD3txUo/s1600/DSCF1284.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ls60wrkRAhc/TkO7UGZT-fI/AAAAAAAAIcQ/3AaxhD3txUo/s400/DSCF1284.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639557112386550258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, this OUG ones was just boleh tahan la.. And I was overdosed of pork that afternoon. Oh well.. it is always fun to dine with &lt;a href="http://wetwetwater.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20 cents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; on a weekday when he usually works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/82161225486011236-7249348622853943915?l=suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/feeds/7249348622853943915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=82161225486011236&amp;postID=7249348622853943915&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/7249348622853943915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/7249348622853943915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/2011/08/seafood-pork-noodles-oug.html' title='Seafood + Pork Noodles, OUG'/><author><name>Sue Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246951901089173781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-nO1jNKvZ4/Tm1-ptVFoYI/AAAAAAAAIjI/GmfaOGW0ZfM/s220/8b170fcee0a94b91bc1c525fbd857602_7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fTWx3YK6bn8/TkO7T1yjQEI/AAAAAAAAIcA/lAuDrn_c3gI/s72-c/DSCF1281.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82161225486011236.post-6256935271855679539</id><published>2011-08-11T18:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T19:11:28.133+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='20 Cents'/><title type='text'>Bits and Bits of Me</title><content type='html'>Come on.. I know you readers love to read about my life. Right? I am such an interesting blogger *thick face* Nah..kidding.. I probably treat this blog more like a journal/diary rather than a blog. Probably because I got not much to write but I love writing still hence all the God knows what rants and nonsenses that I could think of. Come on.. that's what most bloggers do anyway; the not-so-famous ones like me especially. I am trying to "fit in" hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FOpFSzBK1YU/TkO3wwfk_bI/AAAAAAAAIbA/Nv4Nl4nlEb4/s1600/DSCF1208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FOpFSzBK1YU/TkO3wwfk_bI/AAAAAAAAIbA/Nv4Nl4nlEb4/s400/DSCF1208.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639553206676946354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sparkling Ribena from Station One&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had this crazy idea of writing a book; a non-fiction or fiction one. Mana-mana pun boleh.. I have the idea in my head but it's probably too ambitious and I was thinking of publishing the parts bits and bits every week. What ya think? I shall think about it.. soon. Writing has been my passion since like really, really long time ago. I remembered when I was in school.. I had this exercise books where I jot down stories of my own crazy imagination. But I threw it away when I moved to my new place in Ipoh. Too much junks. And I used to write essays in school where I like to kill my main character. I am that sadistic back then. Oh the memories! We'll see if I would come up with some crazy stories soon. Perhaps erotic ones because it's like the "IN" thing now to drive in traffic but I am no attention whore. But oh well.. who knows what I will do next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought my ticket to Singapore this Sunday. This means you'll see aplenty of posts of Singapore soon. I am so excited to be in Singapore. I miss my aunt and my cousins. And I miss the BFF too! This time I made the BFF to make me an itinerary to explore Singapore because I've been to Singapore so many times but not once I been to the tourist attraction sort of places. I know I am so failed.com but hey.. it was GSS when I was there. What you think I'll do? You also won't go visit those places when it's GSS! And also, I can finally utilize my new camera with pictures of scenery or whatsoever besides food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was &lt;a href="http://wetwetwater.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20 cents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;' birthday yesterday. Blessed Birthday, love. I probably wished him like 1732819 times on Facebook, Twitter, text messages and face-to-face. I am such an awesome but highly annoying girlfriend when it comes to greetings for his birthday. I mean.. how often do you celebrate your birthday right? I made sure that I wish him enough times that he remembered me enough. Haha. Celebrated his birthday with his family yesterday over Chinese dinner and mamak session. And lunch today with him in McDonald. He paid for it. I am unemployed so he had no choice but to pay. Haha. Sorry love. My treat once I get a job and a salary ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b6V5qCId66c/TkO3xQAww9I/AAAAAAAAIbY/TUpW6_OCDYA/s1600/DSCF1291.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b6V5qCId66c/TkO3xQAww9I/AAAAAAAAIbY/TUpW6_OCDYA/s400/DSCF1291.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639553215137629138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O2i7X5JihJw/TkO3xlDTNqI/AAAAAAAAIbg/hF6fHIUYeVQ/s1600/DSCF1292.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O2i7X5JihJw/TkO3xlDTNqI/AAAAAAAAIbg/hF6fHIUYeVQ/s400/DSCF1292.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639553220785419938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shake it like a &lt;s&gt;polaroid picture&lt;/s&gt; french fries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fUdNKRxd3j0/TkO3_-hdlLI/AAAAAAAAIbo/HWB3f2QU1Y0/s1600/DSCF1293.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fUdNKRxd3j0/TkO3_-hdlLI/AAAAAAAAIbo/HWB3f2QU1Y0/s400/DSCF1293.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639553468140983474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ztDEmLJ77ZA/TkO3_0CXwxI/AAAAAAAAIbw/uThhrYb53iY/s1600/DSCF1295.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ztDEmLJ77ZA/TkO3_0CXwxI/AAAAAAAAIbw/uThhrYb53iY/s400/DSCF1295.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639553465326224146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Our GCBs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the moment, I got not much things to say. I probably be back soon with something to talk about. Let's hope I am not lazy by then. The pictures posted are from McDonald and also Bazaar Ramadan near&lt;a href="http://wetwetwater.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 20 cents'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; place. The ayam percik was not nice at all. It was overcooked and the sauce was too creamy for my liking. The Pau Sambal was good though but it's nicer to eat it when it's hot. I like to post up unrelated pictures of whatever I write. It confuses people a lot. And I love to confuse people about things. After all, we do live in a confusing world. Don't you think so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Tju7XKkHWe4/TkO3xK5qxoI/AAAAAAAAIbI/PRSVO8U1qdU/s1600/DSCF1286.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Tju7XKkHWe4/TkO3xK5qxoI/AAAAAAAAIbI/PRSVO8U1qdU/s400/DSCF1286.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639553213765699202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ayam Percik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jjP69pNuoX0/TkO3xFfDYKI/AAAAAAAAIbQ/XT0SGMaiUMA/s1600/DSCF1290.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jjP69pNuoX0/TkO3xFfDYKI/AAAAAAAAIbQ/XT0SGMaiUMA/s400/DSCF1290.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639553212311888034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pau Sambal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing, I got a crash course about finances the other day from an awesome couple. You know who you are.. thanks a lot! I can't wait to get a job and treat this awesome couple for an awesome treat of great food. S'mores maybe? Thanks guys! You guys are awesome much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/82161225486011236-6256935271855679539?l=suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/feeds/6256935271855679539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=82161225486011236&amp;postID=6256935271855679539&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/6256935271855679539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/6256935271855679539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/2011/08/bits-and-bits-of-me.html' title='Bits and Bits of Me'/><author><name>Sue Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246951901089173781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-nO1jNKvZ4/Tm1-ptVFoYI/AAAAAAAAIjI/GmfaOGW0ZfM/s220/8b170fcee0a94b91bc1c525fbd857602_7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FOpFSzBK1YU/TkO3wwfk_bI/AAAAAAAAIbA/Nv4Nl4nlEb4/s72-c/DSCF1208.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82161225486011236.post-2572718647488863145</id><published>2011-08-08T19:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T19:31:27.320+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Local Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>When You Got Nothing To Do At All...</title><content type='html'>My status as a fresh graduate remained stagnant for the past four months or so. Not gonna complain much because I think I probably did too much for the past few months. I am not gonna give up because I came this far and giving up at this stage is just not cool. Oh well.. we'll see what will happen soon. I am off to Singapore for a retreat next week. Probably gonna chill there for a couple of weeks since I got nothing to do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went and bought some food for dinner with&lt;a href="http://wetwetwater.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 20 cents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; just now. Since the food is so colorful, I took some pictures of it. I am that bored. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JXGHVEF285Y/Tj_HBlqSfcI/AAAAAAAAIao/sWrCjtWLPWw/s1600/DSCF1275.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JXGHVEF285Y/Tj_HBlqSfcI/AAAAAAAAIao/sWrCjtWLPWw/s400/DSCF1275.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638444088594431426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Our colorful kuih-muih&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qNDuPXSngcg/Tj_HBvnk68I/AAAAAAAAIaw/ThUXc-ATd34/s1600/DSCF1276.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qNDuPXSngcg/Tj_HBvnk68I/AAAAAAAAIaw/ThUXc-ATd34/s400/DSCF1276.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638444091267410882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;His Nasi Lemak with Daging Kicap and Hati&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JM5ydIvmNWc/Tj_HB38LnNI/AAAAAAAAIa4/N32yBzxoFPE/s1600/DSCF1279.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JM5ydIvmNWc/Tj_HB38LnNI/AAAAAAAAIa4/N32yBzxoFPE/s400/DSCF1279.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638444093501316306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Nasi Lemak with Ayam Masak Merah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got nothing much to update at the moment. Probably will do some updates when I am in Singapore. We'll see how, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/82161225486011236-2572718647488863145?l=suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/feeds/2572718647488863145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=82161225486011236&amp;postID=2572718647488863145&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/2572718647488863145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/2572718647488863145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/2011/08/when-you-got-nothing-to-do-at-all.html' title='When You Got Nothing To Do At All...'/><author><name>Sue Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246951901089173781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-nO1jNKvZ4/Tm1-ptVFoYI/AAAAAAAAIjI/GmfaOGW0ZfM/s220/8b170fcee0a94b91bc1c525fbd857602_7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JXGHVEF285Y/Tj_HBlqSfcI/AAAAAAAAIao/sWrCjtWLPWw/s72-c/DSCF1275.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82161225486011236.post-464259129182287944</id><published>2011-08-06T09:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T18:09:44.152+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dogs'/><title type='text'>Anyone Lost A Dog?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://wetwetwater.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20 cents'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; parents found a brown dog walking around aimlessly yesterday. It was walking around in BK3 area, Bandar Kinrara. It looks like a Shih Tzu mix breed and it's a male. Looks rather old. Doesn't bark much and it's super good boy. It will just sit down there and chill. And also sniffing 20 cents' babies because I think they wanna be friends or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone recently lost a dog around this area, please leave me a comment here and I will get back to you soon. If it belongs to nobody, 20 cents' mom wants to keep him. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a cute picture of this good boy ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bAU5FtuzcZ8/TjyheSH0HtI/AAAAAAAAIaI/nxhKkXITb_Q/s1600/DSCF1255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 399px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bAU5FtuzcZ8/TjyheSH0HtI/AAAAAAAAIaI/nxhKkXITb_Q/s400/DSCF1255.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637558375193779922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Updates&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brought him to the vet. The vet said this little boy here has skin problems; probably from the wanderings of the streets for weeks. And he has a microchip. Other attributes including biting when his legs are lifted up and scared of heights as well as refusing to climb stairs or maybe he just do not know how to. Took more clearer picture of him. Here's some pictures of this little boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mdFTHWFL994/Tj0Smf1NnDI/AAAAAAAAIag/yIaATp2ssWQ/s1600/DSCF1266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mdFTHWFL994/Tj0Smf1NnDI/AAAAAAAAIag/yIaATp2ssWQ/s400/DSCF1266.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637682761126747186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PIY8c1CuTPY/Tj0SmYxwsAI/AAAAAAAAIaQ/mwVqhknFOfg/s1600/DSCF1269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PIY8c1CuTPY/Tj0SmYxwsAI/AAAAAAAAIaQ/mwVqhknFOfg/s400/DSCF1269.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637682759233220610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wvxx3ntRnFw/Tj0SmcPCcjI/AAAAAAAAIaY/tYnFam0LBY4/s1600/DSCF1271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wvxx3ntRnFw/Tj0SmcPCcjI/AAAAAAAAIaY/tYnFam0LBY4/s400/DSCF1271.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637682760161325618" 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/82161225486011236-464259129182287944?l=suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/feeds/464259129182287944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=82161225486011236&amp;postID=464259129182287944&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/464259129182287944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/464259129182287944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/2011/08/anyone-lost-dog.html' title='Anyone Lost A Dog?'/><author><name>Sue Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246951901089173781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-nO1jNKvZ4/Tm1-ptVFoYI/AAAAAAAAIjI/GmfaOGW0ZfM/s220/8b170fcee0a94b91bc1c525fbd857602_7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bAU5FtuzcZ8/TjyheSH0HtI/AAAAAAAAIaI/nxhKkXITb_Q/s72-c/DSCF1255.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82161225486011236.post-9163848460951120956</id><published>2011-08-01T15:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T15:16:17.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Matthew Lewis!</title><content type='html'>Remember this cute yet clumsy little boy from Harry Potter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dod5rPh7-BE/TjZSJwKvO8I/AAAAAAAAIZY/eYCXQpkzg-s/s1600/NEVILLE-LONGBOTTOM-06-1310494781.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 376px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dod5rPh7-BE/TjZSJwKvO8I/AAAAAAAAIZY/eYCXQpkzg-s/s400/NEVILLE-LONGBOTTOM-06-1310494781.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635782311202995138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Neville Longbottom! He is the clumsy yet silly character in Harry Potter books and movies. I think he is so damn cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now he has grown into this handsome man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1iKLgFz4B8w/TjZShz5t0KI/AAAAAAAAIaA/z4dLB6koNSM/s1600/Deathly_Hallows_2-_Neville_Longbottom_holding_the_Gryffindor%2527s_sword.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1iKLgFz4B8w/TjZShz5t0KI/AAAAAAAAIaA/z4dLB6koNSM/s400/Deathly_Hallows_2-_Neville_Longbottom_holding_the_Gryffindor%2527s_sword.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635782724522201250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h8y1okSWBiE/TjZShuZEJLI/AAAAAAAAIZ4/5zYrKDF6DXE/s1600/The-lessons-of-Neville-Longbottom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h8y1okSWBiE/TjZShuZEJLI/AAAAAAAAIZ4/5zYrKDF6DXE/s400/The-lessons-of-Neville-Longbottom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635782723043075250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So bergaya kan? I think I fell in love with him in the latest Deathly Hollows Part II. Neville/Matthew in those knitted sweater and fighting with Gryffindor Sword. So cool and so hotttttt..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eDqxSwWmobY/TjZSJ1gujmI/AAAAAAAAIZg/xO9TuODyg1E/s1600/neville-longbottom.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eDqxSwWmobY/TjZSJ1gujmI/AAAAAAAAIZg/xO9TuODyg1E/s400/neville-longbottom.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635782312637402722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-keM0-M0vA98/TjZSKXUA7JI/AAAAAAAAIZw/s2AcikfMj4U/s1600/tumblr_l9j9cx3zO61qd0l3wo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-keM0-M0vA98/TjZSKXUA7JI/AAAAAAAAIZw/s2AcikfMj4U/s400/tumblr_l9j9cx3zO61qd0l3wo1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635782321710886034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone should totally watch Harry Potter and The Deathly Hollows Part II. It's too good.. too good *imitates Russell Peters' Indian accent* For now, I shall wait for the DVD to be out so I can go on a movie marathon! Woots! And and drool on the hot Neville Longbottom! And anyone knows where I can find the book about The Deathly Hollows?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/82161225486011236-9163848460951120956?l=suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/feeds/9163848460951120956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=82161225486011236&amp;postID=9163848460951120956&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/9163848460951120956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/9163848460951120956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/2011/08/oh-matthew-lewis.html' title='Oh Matthew Lewis!'/><author><name>Sue Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246951901089173781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-nO1jNKvZ4/Tm1-ptVFoYI/AAAAAAAAIjI/GmfaOGW0ZfM/s220/8b170fcee0a94b91bc1c525fbd857602_7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dod5rPh7-BE/TjZSJwKvO8I/AAAAAAAAIZY/eYCXQpkzg-s/s72-c/NEVILLE-LONGBOTTOM-06-1310494781.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82161225486011236.post-264796699530979846</id><published>2011-07-30T19:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T19:24:15.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'>According To Me...</title><content type='html'>I do not like and will never like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 Nagger - These people pissed me off. If I was the young rebel, I would have just waste my bloody energy and saliva to fight back. But I am not. It's fine to nag once in awhile but repetition of a nag is just freaking frustrated and it pissed me off. A lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2 Screamer - If you are toddler or a kid, I would have forgive you for you do not know what you are doing. But you are an adult, a much older adult; please just shut up. The decibels of screams are definitely so high that I think I am having ear problems. I think I might have hearing problems because I hear different things of whatever other people hear lately. Guess what? I have been screamed at near my ears countless times in many different occasions. Not cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3 Busybody - If you are family or my close friend, you are allowed to ask me the most personal details ever. If you are not, I seriously think you need to get a life. I do not like share information to some people that somehow appeared in my life a couple of times and expect me to blabber everything about my freaking life. I had some situations like these. Trust me. These people are pests. They want to know everything. It's fine to be a little busybody about something superficial but to the extend of trying to ask someone about their very, very personal information; that's a classic busybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4 Middle Man/Woman - I despise these people and despise more of those who forced me to be one. If you try to make me one, just go die. I don't want to be one nor I fancy being one. I mean..come on la.. when there are conflicts/dramas or whatsoever between two persons, it is always better to have the involved ones to solve it. Why the heck go kepoh and try to help, it ain't gonna help. Trying to help is like jumping off from a cliff and you will shattered into pieces the moment you land onto the water. Yea, I dislike these sort of people that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might sound as if I dislike almost everyone. I don't. This is a post where I am currently undergoing irritation of emotions. It's subtle enough for light reading. Haha. I am still irritated and expressing it here is more fun. The end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/82161225486011236-264796699530979846?l=suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/feeds/264796699530979846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=82161225486011236&amp;postID=264796699530979846&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/264796699530979846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/264796699530979846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/2011/07/according-to-me.html' title='According To Me...'/><author><name>Sue Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246951901089173781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-nO1jNKvZ4/Tm1-ptVFoYI/AAAAAAAAIjI/GmfaOGW0ZfM/s220/8b170fcee0a94b91bc1c525fbd857602_7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82161225486011236.post-7888414415295337566</id><published>2011-07-29T12:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T12:43:26.457+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Because Geraldine Asked Me To Update</title><content type='html'>You probably know that I am currently measuring land (&lt;span id="result_box" class="short_text" lang="zh-CN"&gt;&lt;span class="" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;失业). Bumming around isn't exactly fun because bumming makes your bum fat. That was a lame joke but oh what the heck..I think I was used to the fast paced and gila productive life that it feels so boring that I got nothing to do. It sucks being unproductive. It's as if I am a piece of junk. Not like I am la.. I am after all Child of God. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So wanna know what I have been doing besides updating my statuses on Facebook like a million times and spamming my Twitter with nonsenses? Wanna know? I've been &lt;s&gt;playing&lt;/s&gt; analyzing a Facebook game called Cityville a lot that it pissed &lt;a href="http://wetwetwater.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20 cents &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;off because I, sometimes neglected him for the game. I know it's bad for me but I just can't help it. I am bored and Cityville is entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After &lt;s&gt;straining my eyes&lt;/s&gt; awhile, I indulged on books. I am not a nerd, mind you. But I was once labeled as one all because I wore glasses. Oh the stereotype! Such shallow mentality that people who wears glasses are nerdy. I've been reading a lot. Loaned some books from Geri and I finished two books in like a week. And I just finished the third book for this month and also starting on the fourth book. Woots! Reading is definitely much more addictive than Cityville. I stayed up late just to finish off a book. I am that gung ho! I can't wait to get more Jackie Collins books!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else do I do eh? Watch the idiot box (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="result_box" class="short_text" lang="zh-CN"&gt;&lt;span class="" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;电视机) once in awhile. I gotten used to not watching much TV when I was in KL so I only watch when I suddenly feel like it. I only go all crazy about watching TV when I am at Geri's because she got nice channels on her Astro. What else? I hung out with the puppies that I missed a lot! Like a lot. Oh well.. can't do much. They left already. Did some laundry. Rearrange furniture. Throw out some old stuffs. I did things here and there but I felt somehow not productive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I missed &lt;a href="http://wetwetwater.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20 cents &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;a lot. It has been almost a week not seeing him. And it sucks! I could only see him like in mid August after my trip to Singapore next week. Gonna apply like more jobs soon. I need a job soon. Or perhaps a part time first before I get a full time one, I hope. Staying at home sucks! And my sisters are driving me nuts. The horror! One minute they are nice, the other minute they are not. Oh what horror!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss KL so much! I know how people despise it but I love it. I know there's jam and the crime rates isn't much flattering but heck.. I love KL. As crazy as it sounds, I can't think of a better place to be but KL. Maybe because I have the freedom la. I am too used of staying alone and doing things on my own (maybe sometimes with help from &lt;a href="http://wetwetwater.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20 cents &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and friends) but you get my drift.. I don't have to answer to questions that I could not answer back home. It is utmost ridiculous to answer a question that sounded like a statement. Oh damn..as much as I love home, I think I love my freedom better. Sometimes, it's more fun to be alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously am unsure of what to write already. I felt a little &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="result_box" class="short_text" lang="zh-CN"&gt;&lt;span class="" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;笨 of updating random things about my daily life. Pretty sad eh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;? And I need a holiday soon. I am off to Singapore next week to visit my aunt and cousins and of course the BFF. I can't wait to see them and perhaps, explore Singapore. Then, I will have something to update. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then, &lt;span id="result_box" class="short_text" lang="zh-CN"&gt;&lt;span class="" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;再见!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="result_box" class="short_text" lang="zh-CN"&gt;&lt;span class="" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;P/S: Those Chinese words are random ones. It makes me feel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="result_box" class="short_text" lang="zh-CN"&gt;&lt;span class="" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;聪明 to Google Translate random words into my blog post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/82161225486011236-7888414415295337566?l=suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/feeds/7888414415295337566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=82161225486011236&amp;postID=7888414415295337566&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/7888414415295337566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/7888414415295337566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/2011/07/because-geraldine-asked-me-to-update.html' title='Because Geraldine Asked Me To Update'/><author><name>Sue Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246951901089173781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-nO1jNKvZ4/Tm1-ptVFoYI/AAAAAAAAIjI/GmfaOGW0ZfM/s220/8b170fcee0a94b91bc1c525fbd857602_7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82161225486011236.post-6937719678756452048</id><published>2011-07-29T09:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T09:59:57.589+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dogs'/><title type='text'>Goodbye Puppies!</title><content type='html'>The puppies turned a month old today. And all of them found good homes. I hope their new owners treat them well and feed them well! Though I wasn't always at home to see the puppies but I am so attached to them because they are such good puppies. And their mommy who happens to be a a selfish pet dog hates her puppies. Oh well.. I guess it's the best solution to give them away to better owners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LruINVa-844/TjITOszX8dI/AAAAAAAAIY4/z483ik4cPxg/s1600/DSCF1116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 393px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LruINVa-844/TjITOszX8dI/AAAAAAAAIY4/z483ik4cPxg/s400/DSCF1116.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634587227059646930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am gonna tear a bit typing this away. Crying over dogs reminds me of crying over Columbus' death a couple years back. The puppies are not dead; just left for better homes but I am still sad. The fat puppies just left and I am already emo. This sucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AeYFMNJznHs/TjITOqtKBlI/AAAAAAAAIZA/4UaSnMgLDvg/s1600/DSCF1173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AeYFMNJznHs/TjITOqtKBlI/AAAAAAAAIZA/4UaSnMgLDvg/s400/DSCF1173.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634587226496697938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;All sleeping together for warmth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye puppies! I hope you all grow well and behave well in your new homes. I am going to miss you all a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KARTBv-EX3Q/TjITO4x81II/AAAAAAAAIZI/cTAS-mGjHmo/s1600/DSCF1228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KARTBv-EX3Q/TjITO4x81II/AAAAAAAAIZI/cTAS-mGjHmo/s400/DSCF1228.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634587230274901122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wanting to climb out from their fences&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D5BbPdW7YeA/TjITO--zo1I/AAAAAAAAIZQ/Ae1-ph4Zq1k/s1600/DSCF1242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D5BbPdW7YeA/TjITO--zo1I/AAAAAAAAIZQ/Ae1-ph4Zq1k/s400/DSCF1242.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634587231939437394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Milk time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss them already :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/82161225486011236-6937719678756452048?l=suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/feeds/6937719678756452048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=82161225486011236&amp;postID=6937719678756452048&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/6937719678756452048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/6937719678756452048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/2011/07/goodbye-puppies.html' title='Goodbye Puppies!'/><author><name>Sue Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246951901089173781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-nO1jNKvZ4/Tm1-ptVFoYI/AAAAAAAAIjI/GmfaOGW0ZfM/s220/8b170fcee0a94b91bc1c525fbd857602_7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LruINVa-844/TjITOszX8dI/AAAAAAAAIY4/z483ik4cPxg/s72-c/DSCF1116.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82161225486011236.post-5734107080104126259</id><published>2011-07-26T19:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T19:40:13.853+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>I Have Been Reading..</title><content type='html'>There's nothing much to do hence me reading a lot. Like a lot. Got a few books from Geri to read for this week since I got nobody to disturb because &lt;a href="http://wetwetwater.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20 cents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is off for his family holidays. And please stop asking me why I did not follow.. it's his family trip not mine so yea.. ask no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NgQFZcYI33g/Ti6lVZVeevI/AAAAAAAAIYY/fghOHujH5Fw/s1600/DSCF1212.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NgQFZcYI33g/Ti6lVZVeevI/AAAAAAAAIYY/fghOHujH5Fw/s400/DSCF1212.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633621970883869426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nasi Lemak Bungkus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a wee bit of emo and angry for the past weeks because of this phase of life. But guess what.. am feeling a little alright despite the dramas I have to go through. Oh well. I'll try to rub it off my head soon. With Him, nothing is impossible. I got some inspiring words from Pastor the other day. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Galatians 6: 9 Let us not become weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up.This Bible verse is definitely for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JVQWR9kGVJk/Ti6lVTlDBBI/AAAAAAAAIYQ/H2GmyyDLaBA/s1600/DSCF1204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JVQWR9kGVJk/Ti6lVTlDBBI/AAAAAAAAIYQ/H2GmyyDLaBA/s400/DSCF1204.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633621969338565650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Sparkling Ribena"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I got not much to do, I have been reading a lot. Like a lot. Bought Jackie Collin's Lovers &amp;amp; Players and I finished the book in two days or so. Best! Finished all my Jodi Picoult books and reread House Rules because I super duper love her books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cFcjYJAIsIg/Ti6kvQIF2HI/AAAAAAAAIX4/5IOgk-P9_us/s1600/DSCF1225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cFcjYJAIsIg/Ti6kvQIF2HI/AAAAAAAAIX4/5IOgk-P9_us/s400/DSCF1225.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633621315576780914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;orrowed from Geri except the Trump book&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I got some stacks at home to reread again for the 1739202 times. Woots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-osEbIkze5NY/Ti6lVLRq-MI/AAAAAAAAIYA/EkNZitAf7tY/s1600/DSCF1222.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-osEbIkze5NY/Ti6lVLRq-MI/AAAAAAAAIYA/EkNZitAf7tY/s400/DSCF1222.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633621967109814466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Novels I owned since high school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AnS5OWkgmtA/Ti6lVG0zCWI/AAAAAAAAIYI/xeWc8o_oWd8/s1600/DSCF1227.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AnS5OWkgmtA/Ti6lVG0zCWI/AAAAAAAAIYI/xeWc8o_oWd8/s400/DSCF1227.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633621965914966370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love these books a lot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other two pictures of food are irrelevant. Just feel like putting them in.. just cause..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/82161225486011236-5734107080104126259?l=suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/feeds/5734107080104126259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=82161225486011236&amp;postID=5734107080104126259&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/5734107080104126259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/5734107080104126259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-have-been-reading.html' title='I Have Been Reading..'/><author><name>Sue Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246951901089173781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-nO1jNKvZ4/Tm1-ptVFoYI/AAAAAAAAIjI/GmfaOGW0ZfM/s220/8b170fcee0a94b91bc1c525fbd857602_7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NgQFZcYI33g/Ti6lVZVeevI/AAAAAAAAIYY/fghOHujH5Fw/s72-c/DSCF1212.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82161225486011236.post-4834581971486668958</id><published>2011-07-22T10:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T10:44:17.950+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Days Challenge'/><title type='text'>30 Days Challenge - Day 30</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Highs And Lows Of This Month&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the final post for this challenge. I probably would not bother updating much once I am done with this challenge. Even if I do, it's probably personal stuffs about my life. Not like people are actually interested about it.. oh well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you know me well enough or you probably have read a lot of my personal posts, it was once very emotional and sad. But I decided that I shall stay optimistic and solve whatever problems that come by. Past is past. I do not want to focus on things that will pull me down if I ever decided to read my old posts. I knew I have some good turned sad stories but oh well.. those are memories which I want to keep but try not to think of it so much. Negativity hits me a lot and I rather not remember any of it. After all, new year new emotion; positive emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The highs of this month would be job interviews, I supposed. I got some job interviews and I am hoping to do the best. Then, I hope to land myself on a job that I will like. Spending time with&lt;a href="http://wetwetwater.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 20 cents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; a lot is awesome too. He is leaving for holidays to the Koalaland for a week and I will be able to see him next month so I guess I love spending time with him. And of course, spending time with his awesome cousins/my friends too is awesome. These are the people that I know will be my friends for a very, very long time. Learning from their experiences make me feel confident about the next phase of life. I guess I am very blessed to meet and have great people in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea.. I managed to hang out with my close friends when I am back in Ipoh too. It's always nice to gather around and just talk about the good old days. I missed Form 6 life. I know like wtf right? I seriously missed my Form 6 life. I met so many people and of course, that 18 months of schooling were fun of adventures and "concerns". We don't call it gossips hence the word, concern. Oh the high school drama and politics! How not to love it? I can't wait for the next "concerning" session!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that I will have greater months to come. I learned that mistakes gained more experiences so I am looking forward to more awesome experiences. Minus the lesser mistakes, of course.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/82161225486011236-4834581971486668958?l=suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/feeds/4834581971486668958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=82161225486011236&amp;postID=4834581971486668958&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/4834581971486668958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/4834581971486668958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/2011/07/30-days-challenge-day-30.html' title='30 Days Challenge - Day 30'/><author><name>Sue Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246951901089173781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-nO1jNKvZ4/Tm1-ptVFoYI/AAAAAAAAIjI/GmfaOGW0ZfM/s220/8b170fcee0a94b91bc1c525fbd857602_7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82161225486011236.post-787095044071948493</id><published>2011-07-21T15:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T15:21:12.723+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Days Challenge'/><title type='text'>30 Days Challenge - Day 29</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Goals For The Next 30 Days&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is simple enough. I probably have a few very important goals that I want to achieve in a month or so. Let's hope I will manage these goals in 30 days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 Get a job and already in a job (I hope!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2 Get a new place to stay (More like renting a nice room in a convenient area)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3 Get a new pair of comfortable heels for formal stuffs (eg. working perhaps?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4 Open a new bank account for savings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5 Read and finish a book, at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#6 Learn something new&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think these are the goals I really want to achieve in a month. I probably will achieve more, I hope. I have a list of things to do and to achieve in my planner. Oh well.. I wonder what will happen to me in a month or so. Cross our fingers, shall we :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/82161225486011236-787095044071948493?l=suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/feeds/787095044071948493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=82161225486011236&amp;postID=787095044071948493&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/787095044071948493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/787095044071948493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/2011/07/30-days-challenge-day-29.html' title='30 Days Challenge - Day 29'/><author><name>Sue Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246951901089173781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-nO1jNKvZ4/Tm1-ptVFoYI/AAAAAAAAIjI/GmfaOGW0ZfM/s220/8b170fcee0a94b91bc1c525fbd857602_7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82161225486011236.post-7383834568482514058</id><published>2011-07-20T11:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T19:00:41.541+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Days Challenge'/><title type='text'>30 Days Challenge - Day 28</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Something That I Miss&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so many things I miss especially now that I am back in Ipoh. When I was in KL, I miss Ipoh food.A lot. When I am back in Ipoh, I miss aplenty of things. I know it's crazy but I actually miss KL a lot. I think my four years in KL has somehow made me grew to love KL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd need to list down the things I miss because I damn malas wanna describe:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 Freedom of staying alone with comfortable pillows and of course, air-conditioner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2 Traveling (when I have extra money to spend)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3 Gong Cha and Lok Lok cravings fix&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4 Extra money and time to spend on karaoke sessions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5 Courtship time with &lt;a href="http://wetwetwater.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20 cents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (We were both students back then with aplenty of time to spare!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#6 McD's study sessions with &lt;a href="http://wetwetwater.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20 cents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and his coursemates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#7 My friends (Everybody is everywhere around the world)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#8 Taking pictures of random stuffs (My skills lapuk and I got a new camera which I do not like operating)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#9 My "glorious" moments of blogging life where I get tonnes of stuffs to do and parties to attend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#10 My slim yet awesome looking body&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I probably miss a lot of things which could end up in a book or something.. oh well.. I miss these stuffs the most, I think. I miss how I was once so slim. Damn..I need to pick up a sports that I will enjoy and of course, lose some weights and keeping myself healthy too. I am not even 24 and I do not want to end up somewhere that smells like Dettol all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to post up some pictures to go with it but I am just too lazy to go through my HD.. oh well..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/82161225486011236-7383834568482514058?l=suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/feeds/7383834568482514058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=82161225486011236&amp;postID=7383834568482514058&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/7383834568482514058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/7383834568482514058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/2011/07/30-days-challenge-day-28.html' title='30 Days Challenge - Day 28'/><author><name>Sue Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246951901089173781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-nO1jNKvZ4/Tm1-ptVFoYI/AAAAAAAAIjI/GmfaOGW0ZfM/s220/8b170fcee0a94b91bc1c525fbd857602_7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82161225486011236.post-5126773610393436040</id><published>2011-07-19T17:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T17:47:20.800+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Hoping Is Disappointing, Sometimes</title><content type='html'>I had a horrible breakdown in the public yesterday. It was horrible Red eyes, red nose from the freaking breakdown. There's a reason to it. The big freaking reason of my meltdown in the middle of the city centre was rejection. I know it's embarrassing and humiliating but I just can't help it. I've been rejected for countless of times but being rejected on spot was just madness. I was angry, very very angry but that anger somehow made me in denial. Oh damn.. everything negative was crossing my mind faster than the monorail I was in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I calmed down after awhile though I was definitely in denial. I blamed nobody but myself. I was actually blaming everybody except myself before that. But heck.. at least, I realized something is wrong in the end. Realization is good, no? I don't know. I guess I learned a lesson that sometimes things just do not go the way I wanted it to be. I think it never goes the way I wanted especially in this frustrating phase of life. I thought I knew what I wanted but the truth is I just am confused. I am uncertain of the things I want in life. Like in an interview, I could just tell all sorts of great things that I want to achieve in five years. But really, are those what I wanted? I am seriously uncertain. I assumed those are the things that I wanted but I am just confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was told that I am a good writer before that complete meltdown yesterday. I am unsure if those are sincere words or just comforting ones to ensure that I am totally cool with rejection. People told me that I write well. But are they for real? I am confused too. I am still searching for my freaking lost identity. God knows where it went.. perhaps it sank down into the deep blue sea and lost in Atlantis or something. All these while I was rather confident of what I want to do in life. But reality has different opinions. Why can't for once things go my way? Just once. But I'd probably be unhappy too if I get through something so easily. I know.. I am such a pain. And I am hard to please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I should just pack my bag and flee the country for some time for myself. Nah.. I can't do that because I am freaking penniless. Another reason to that, my passport bloody expired. And to top up to that, I do not want to go on a retreat with my grandmother who nags of things that she does not know all the time. Oh the horror of naggings! There's a reason of why I love to stay alone. No nags, no screams but privacy! I am that selfish, sometimes. I mean.. who's not? Oh yea.. I need to get back to square one. Like the beginning of everything. Like everything of everything. It sucks! And of course, it's frustrating too. Let's hope that I will not get another breakdown in the public, shall we?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/82161225486011236-5126773610393436040?l=suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/feeds/5126773610393436040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=82161225486011236&amp;postID=5126773610393436040&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/5126773610393436040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/5126773610393436040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/2011/07/hoping-is-disappointing-sometimes.html' title='Hoping Is Disappointing, Sometimes'/><author><name>Sue Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246951901089173781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-nO1jNKvZ4/Tm1-ptVFoYI/AAAAAAAAIjI/GmfaOGW0ZfM/s220/8b170fcee0a94b91bc1c525fbd857602_7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82161225486011236.post-4610713333351965883</id><published>2011-07-18T15:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T17:23:44.774+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Days Challenge'/><title type='text'>30 Days Challenge - Day 27</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;A Problem That You Always Have Had&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another day, another "challenging" topic. Haha. I guess I just wanted to finish off whatever I started. Writing makes me happy when it's all about me. I am selfish like that. Oh well.. who doesn't like to write about themselves? This blog is like a journal to me. Whatever I write is my honest opinions of some things in life. Some people are offended but hey.. it's my blog and my opinion. I don't judge you so I think you got no rights to judge me. Oh well.. these people got nothing better to do than to live a life of assumptions towards other people's lives. Enough of me blabbering about who is right and who is not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the topic, everyone has problems. Problems come and problems go once you get the solutions, of course. I have aplenty of problems but I will solve it. I guess problems are everywhere and optimism somehow is the antidote to all problems. I supposed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if I have a problem, I won't tell. What more here in the public domain? Haha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/82161225486011236-4610713333351965883?l=suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/feeds/4610713333351965883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=82161225486011236&amp;postID=4610713333351965883&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/4610713333351965883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/4610713333351965883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/2011/07/30-days-challenge-day-27.html' title='30 Days Challenge - Day 27'/><author><name>Sue Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246951901089173781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-nO1jNKvZ4/Tm1-ptVFoYI/AAAAAAAAIjI/GmfaOGW0ZfM/s220/8b170fcee0a94b91bc1c525fbd857602_7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82161225486011236.post-5014662654376716631</id><published>2011-07-17T15:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T15:48:00.928+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Days Challenge'/><title type='text'>30 Days Challenge - Day 26</title><content type='html'>What kind of person attracts you is the topic for today's challenge. Oh well.. I don't think it's necessary to describe the characteristics because it is too subjective. To me, a person being himself or herself is the most attractive personality ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a reason I only have a handful of close friends which I treasure a lot. They are who they are. They are genuine enough to tell me on my face about the wrongs I did. These are the people who are genuine enough to tell me on the face that I gained freaking a lot of weights. I mean.. people who dare to offend you with them knowing the consequences are the genuine people that will be there for you when you really need them. As cliche as it sounds, but that is the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that sort of persons attract me to be their friends and all. And I am blessed enough to have them in my life. And of course,&lt;a href="http://wetwetwater.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 20 cents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is probably the most genuine person I have ever meet so far. Hehe.  I am bias. Sue me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/82161225486011236-5014662654376716631?l=suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/feeds/5014662654376716631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=82161225486011236&amp;postID=5014662654376716631&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/5014662654376716631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/5014662654376716631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/2011/07/30-days-challenge-day-26.html' title='30 Days Challenge - Day 26'/><author><name>Sue Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246951901089173781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-nO1jNKvZ4/Tm1-ptVFoYI/AAAAAAAAIjI/GmfaOGW0ZfM/s220/8b170fcee0a94b91bc1c525fbd857602_7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82161225486011236.post-2209044915230873634</id><published>2011-07-16T16:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T16:59:00.517+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Days Challenge'/><title type='text'>30 Days Challenge - Day 25</title><content type='html'>This topic is rather amusing, I would say. It's about someone who fascinates me and why. Hmm.. I don't have anyone in particular that actually fascinates me. God fascinates me a lot. But as for someone like literally someone, nobody la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe there is someone. I think. I seriously do not know. I am fascinated with some people that are very determined to move on with their lives despite their disabilities. I mean.. I know of these people that shunned away their disabilities but focus on their strengths to do wonders in life. I guess people gets fascinated at things that are different to them. To me, I am fascinated with tonnes of people in my life be it positive and negative. It's amusing to see some negative people as fascination because I mean.. like some people could bluff their ways up.. how the heck do they do that? Get what I mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much of fascinations eh? Oh well.. who am I to judge? I can only fascinate with reasons I am uncertain.. that's the fun part, I supposed. I have no idea what the heck I just said but oh whatever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make this uncertain post to be more of an uncertain fun, I totally love this song a lot at the moment. And I am of course, fascinated with her freaking awesome voice.. don't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;iframe style="font-weight: bold;" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/rYEDA3JcQqw" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Adele - Rolling In The Deep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/82161225486011236-2209044915230873634?l=suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/feeds/2209044915230873634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=82161225486011236&amp;postID=2209044915230873634&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/2209044915230873634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/2209044915230873634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/2011/07/30-days-challenge-day-25.html' title='30 Days Challenge - Day 25'/><author><name>Sue Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246951901089173781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-nO1jNKvZ4/Tm1-ptVFoYI/AAAAAAAAIjI/GmfaOGW0ZfM/s220/8b170fcee0a94b91bc1c525fbd857602_7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/rYEDA3JcQqw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82161225486011236.post-5947908527463672837</id><published>2011-07-15T17:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T17:35:26.272+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Blessings In A Week</title><content type='html'>It has been a happy week. It might be something small but it makes me super duper happy. Super duper is like Barney the purple dinosaur's favorite phrase. You know I am damn happy when I quote Barney like what turf.. I know. Oh well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I check my email every single day because I just can't live without checking it unless I am away in another country but Malaysia and Singapore. I need my freaking Internet or I'll die. Even when I was in Korea, I was on my laptop every single day after the tour. I am that obsessed and addicted to it. I am a slave to the technology. FML max. Anyway, I won a book! I won a book from Bookxcess. I thought of giving it a try for the contest and I won!! I won Donald Trump's Think Like A Champion book. I remembered telling &lt;a href="http://wetwetwater.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20 cents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; that I wanted to buy the book but I was so broke so I gave it a pass. Guess what? Now I won it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vIRE6AUcpfs/TiAJS4NtzbI/AAAAAAAAIXo/TJFx7Fmn15g/s1600/trump%2Bbook.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vIRE6AUcpfs/TiAJS4NtzbI/AAAAAAAAIXo/TJFx7Fmn15g/s400/trump%2Bbook.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629509754145328562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then then, I was bored so I joined the Churp Churp contest for a movie screening. Guess what? I got a pair of premiere screening for Take Me Home Tonight. Yeah baby.. come on.. the feeling of getting free stuffs just make me damn happy. I am a happy girl! I am looking forward to the movie next week. Movie date with &lt;a href="http://wetwetwater.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20 cents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. And it's free!! Let me emphasize on that word, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FREE&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;iframe style="font-weight: bold;" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/5gYL9znVmGs" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Take Me Home Tonight trailer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best of all for this week would be getting a third interview with the company I wanted to work with. Come on.. it's a good sign right that they called me for a third interview. Right?? I remembered being a little down because the assignment I did for assessment was rather ermm.. not so worthy of reading but hey.. they called me. I must have impressed a little eh? I am so excited. I do not know what to expect but I am expecting great blessings because He has grant my heart's desire and this is what I desired the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am looking forward to the interview next week. I am heading back to KL this Sunday. I wanna go yumcha with my favorite people in the world. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Geri&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Francis&lt;/span&gt;, wait for me ah.. I come back yumcha with you. And my treat ok? I can only afford Shanar and Aunty Peggy at the moment but I shall bless you awesome couple soon with Pasta Zanmai, I hope. Woots!! I have an exciting week already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea.. I did chores for my Mom. It has been awhile but I was such a good daughter lo. I was befriending those cockles by peeling them off their shells with my bare hands. And I was babysitting the dog's puppies. Heavy chores lo.. hahaha.. and I am gonna hang out with my cousins tonight. Happiness..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wSD5Y0pZ3Zc/TiAJTbeS14I/AAAAAAAAIXw/oo7cA2_zkdc/s1600/DSCF1201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wSD5Y0pZ3Zc/TiAJTbeS14I/AAAAAAAAIXw/oo7cA2_zkdc/s400/DSCF1201.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629509763610105730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Proof that I was an awesome dog babysitter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a happy girl. Thank you Jesus for an awesome week! It's Friday.. Friday.. partying partying.. yeah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/82161225486011236-5947908527463672837?l=suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/feeds/5947908527463672837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=82161225486011236&amp;postID=5947908527463672837&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/5947908527463672837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/5947908527463672837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/2011/07/blessings-in-week.html' title='Blessings In A Week'/><author><name>Sue Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246951901089173781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-nO1jNKvZ4/Tm1-ptVFoYI/AAAAAAAAIjI/GmfaOGW0ZfM/s220/8b170fcee0a94b91bc1c525fbd857602_7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vIRE6AUcpfs/TiAJS4NtzbI/AAAAAAAAIXo/TJFx7Fmn15g/s72-c/trump%2Bbook.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82161225486011236.post-1840348625331338233</id><published>2011-07-15T16:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T16:53:37.951+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Days Challenge'/><title type='text'>30 Days Challenge - Day 24</title><content type='html'>Today's challenge is about my favorite movie and the reason of why I like it. That's easy peasy! I loved this movie the time I watched it and I probably watched it like 26482021 times after the first time. It never fails to cheer me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite movie would be Blast From The Past. Brendan Fraser and Alicia Silverstone were the main actor and actress in this movie. It's about this little boy born in a bomb shelter because his Dad was a mad scientist who thought that there will be war hence he built a bomb shelter exactly like their home on the surface. After 35 years, this boy became a man and he went on the surface in search of things he has not seen before and of course, love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this movie like a lot. A lot. Partly because Brendan Fraser is such a good actor. And the plot is something different too. I mean.. bomb shelter.. how often do you watch a movie about bomb shelter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the trailer..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/L5ZboZq661E" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/82161225486011236-1840348625331338233?l=suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/feeds/1840348625331338233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=82161225486011236&amp;postID=1840348625331338233&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/1840348625331338233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/1840348625331338233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/2011/07/30-days-challenge-day-24.html' title='30 Days Challenge - Day 24'/><author><name>Sue Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246951901089173781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-nO1jNKvZ4/Tm1-ptVFoYI/AAAAAAAAIjI/GmfaOGW0ZfM/s220/8b170fcee0a94b91bc1c525fbd857602_7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/L5ZboZq661E/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82161225486011236.post-5893040454459021102</id><published>2011-07-14T01:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T01:43:00.735+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Days Challenge'/><title type='text'>30 Days Challenge - Day 23</title><content type='html'>This is probably the most interesting challenge so far. It's of the five pictures of famous guys that I find attractive. Woots woots! This is easy. I got something about bald, sexy famous men. And I love men who sing too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;#1 Justin Timberlake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RqHslqIItJ0/Ths4tzLo76I/AAAAAAAAIW4/b9McFMH8Mf4/s1600/justin_timberlake_saturday-night-live-mother-lovin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 317px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RqHslqIItJ0/Ths4tzLo76I/AAAAAAAAIW4/b9McFMH8Mf4/s400/justin_timberlake_saturday-night-live-mother-lovin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628154518813863842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loved JT since he was in NSYNC. He is much hotter now. He dropped the Maggi Mee hair and he is now sexyback!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;#2 Shayne Ward&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q1sIOsdSOFg/Ths4uDH_qxI/AAAAAAAAIXA/DRMi1sCQrCk/s1600/13024_shayne-ward.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 357px; height: 379px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q1sIOsdSOFg/Ths4uDH_qxI/AAAAAAAAIXA/DRMi1sCQrCk/s400/13024_shayne-ward.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628154523093543698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need I say more? He sings well. He is hot. I am breathless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;#3 Mike Posner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0n1HnKSJQPQ/Ths4uGTcxeI/AAAAAAAAIXI/iIs4KiYNzmA/s1600/109439-mike_posner_617_409.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0n1HnKSJQPQ/Ths4uGTcxeI/AAAAAAAAIXI/iIs4KiYNzmA/s400/109439-mike_posner_617_409.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628154523946894818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another sexy, cooler than me famous guy I am attracted to. He sounds sexy too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;#4 Patrick Dempsey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1J4paXh2_-E/Ths4u4a3SLI/AAAAAAAAIXQ/qqSqRPNMPkM/s1600/patrick-dempsey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1J4paXh2_-E/Ths4u4a3SLI/AAAAAAAAIXQ/qqSqRPNMPkM/s400/patrick-dempsey.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628154537399765170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't he dreamy? And he acts so well. His role in Grey's Anatomy and the current one in Transformers 3. It's just whoa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;#5 Shia Labeouf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lDtJEDrZK9c/Ths4vU91rsI/AAAAAAAAIXY/blw07gBF5Lk/s1600/0f721c5bf8e7512a_shia-labeouf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lDtJEDrZK9c/Ths4vU91rsI/AAAAAAAAIXY/blw07gBF5Lk/s400/0f721c5bf8e7512a_shia-labeouf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628154545062653634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even Stevens grew up and he is the funny cool dude that every girl wants to date. But I have my own one. Hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who are your famous five attractive men?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/82161225486011236-5893040454459021102?l=suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/feeds/5893040454459021102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=82161225486011236&amp;postID=5893040454459021102&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/5893040454459021102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/5893040454459021102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/2011/07/30-days-challenge-day-23.html' title='30 Days Challenge - Day 23'/><author><name>Sue Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246951901089173781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-nO1jNKvZ4/Tm1-ptVFoYI/AAAAAAAAIjI/GmfaOGW0ZfM/s220/8b170fcee0a94b91bc1c525fbd857602_7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RqHslqIItJ0/Ths4tzLo76I/AAAAAAAAIW4/b9McFMH8Mf4/s72-c/justin_timberlake_saturday-night-live-mother-lovin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82161225486011236.post-5529905142370549714</id><published>2011-07-13T16:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T16:24:19.326+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='20 Cents'/><title type='text'>Just Coz..</title><content type='html'>I love this picture of us so I am posting it up. And I looked so fair in this picture. Who would have thought I am still that fair after much walking under the hot, scorching sun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also because I am so, so proud of &lt;a href="http://wetwetwater.blogspot.com/"&gt;20 cents&lt;/a&gt;. I am so proud of my boyfriend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-91q5rPhrCHU/Th1V5VhF3hI/AAAAAAAAIXg/0G9-85I1gww/s1600/054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-91q5rPhrCHU/Th1V5VhF3hI/AAAAAAAAIXg/0G9-85I1gww/s400/054.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628749552799833618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it will be my turn to graduate in December! Woots!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/82161225486011236-5529905142370549714?l=suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/feeds/5529905142370549714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=82161225486011236&amp;postID=5529905142370549714&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/5529905142370549714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/5529905142370549714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/2011/07/just-coz.html' title='Just Coz..'/><author><name>Sue Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246951901089173781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-nO1jNKvZ4/Tm1-ptVFoYI/AAAAAAAAIjI/GmfaOGW0ZfM/s220/8b170fcee0a94b91bc1c525fbd857602_7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-91q5rPhrCHU/Th1V5VhF3hI/AAAAAAAAIXg/0G9-85I1gww/s72-c/054.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82161225486011236.post-4947637996221559187</id><published>2011-07-13T01:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T01:12:00.578+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Days Challenge'/><title type='text'>30 Days Challenge - Day 22</title><content type='html'>It has been so long since I do this challenge thingy. I should totally continue it since I am in the mood to write. I am taking break from reading online. I somehow prefer reading from books because it's so tiring and straining to read online. Too bright though I already adjusted the brightness. Oh well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The topic for this challenge would be "How have you changed in the past 2 years." 2 years would be from 2009 till now. I was still a student in 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess one changes to adapt with the current situation. Physically, I changed a lot. I was once slim and able to fit into tiny clothes but now, I am curvy and not able to fit into tiny clothes. Yes, I know. I am fat. And I need to do something.. a lot of things about it. Oh damn! I guess my tastebuds develop a sense of achievements when I tasted many other sort of food. And it doesn't do justice to my waistline. Let's hope the waistline of mine changes into smaller inches in another year or so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually don't give a damn about the past if possible. I mean.. I knew I changed a lot. I can't judge myself whether my changes are good or bad. I mean.. who the heck judge themselves? Something is kinda wrong if one does so. I guess there's good and bad in a person to balance everything up. But I believe that I learn to adapt to things around me. I learned that some people in life just aren't meant to be in your life. It's better to learn the truth now than later. Better be painful now than to suffer later. Right or not? That's a very important lesson I learned about friendship. I am more careful of who to trust and who not to trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that my experiences in this 2 years sum up some good lessons for me to mature as a person. I am not exactly the most mature person you'll meet but I guess I am aware of some things in life than to be all blur about it. But acting stupid sometimes gives you an insight of this cruel world. Trust me.. sometimes, it really opens one's eyes of the cruel yet crazy world. Oh the horror!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I embraced what I have changed as a person. I guess experiences play a major role in changes.. And those people who tell you that they never change since God knows when, they are lying. Oh wait.. they just told you a lie by saying so. And it gives you the reason to not trust such people too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/82161225486011236-4947637996221559187?l=suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/feeds/4947637996221559187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=82161225486011236&amp;postID=4947637996221559187&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/4947637996221559187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/4947637996221559187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/2011/07/30-days-challenge-day-22.html' title='30 Days Challenge - Day 22'/><author><name>Sue Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246951901089173781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-nO1jNKvZ4/Tm1-ptVFoYI/AAAAAAAAIjI/GmfaOGW0ZfM/s220/8b170fcee0a94b91bc1c525fbd857602_7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82161225486011236.post-8818094949606720691</id><published>2011-07-12T00:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T01:10:13.056+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ipoh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Counting..</title><content type='html'>I am currently back in Ipoh. Again. I've been up and down KL and Ipoh for the past two months. Traveled up to KL for some job interviews,&lt;a href="http://wetwetwater.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 20 cents' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;convocation and some other celebrations. So much to do; not much actually. And I miss KL a lot. Like a lot. Maybe I miss &lt;a href="http://wetwetwater.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20 cents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; a lot.. maybe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Job interviews are whoa! I enjoy going for interviews; meeting up with potential employers and just observing. This phase of life isn't exactly so dull especially for the frustration of waiting. I think I waited so much that it's just eurgh.. when I have to wait again and again. I have my eyes on this certain job. I damn well knew that I will probably get this job if I nail the assignment well. As difficult as it looks and sounded, I must nail it. Like nail it to get a job permanently. I have two more days or so to finish it off. I can't wait to get it done! Did I mention that I walked so much in one day in KL area itself and it was so tiring that I can't feel my legs?? But it was indeed a great experience.. at least, I know I don't suck at directions much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IKEA - Menara UAC -Ikano - Kelana Jaya LRT Station (free shuttle from IPC) - KL Sentral LRT Station - KL Sentral Monorail Station - Bukit Bintang Monorail Station - Pavilion - Central Plaza - Pavilion - KLCC - Suria KLCC - Avenue K - OSK Investment - Plaza Damas (carpool with friend) - Jalan Gasing - Puchong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the route! It was no fun walking in heels and I have blisters on my pinky toe. It was tiring. I "died" on the bed till the next afternoon. It was tiring but fun.. I guess. I went to Pasta Zanmai for the first time with &lt;a href="http://wetwetwater.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20 cents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. I know.. we are so outdated but hey.. it's not always we go out because we are busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attended &lt;a href="http://wetwetwater.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20 cents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;' convocation earlier this month in his university. It was huge! There were so many graduates; like a lot. Waited the entire whole day just to see &lt;a href="http://wetwetwater.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20 cents &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;on the screen for like ermm.. 2 minutes. But I am super proud of him. He has finally graduated. Woots! It will be my turn soon in December. Then, attended some birthdays, Father's Day and more dinners in KL with his family. And of course, more makan and minum sessions with his cousins and friends. Ooohh.. and I watched Transformers 3. A little draggy if you ask me. I still prefer Megan Fox than Rosie Huntington. I can't stop staring at her Botox-like lips!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jPOLfSEPyYc/ThsthrHUo8I/AAAAAAAAIWY/ezduKMoMQ6g/s1600/DSCF1130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jPOLfSEPyYc/ThsthrHUo8I/AAAAAAAAIWY/ezduKMoMQ6g/s400/DSCF1130.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628142215861937090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The boyfriend's graduation bouquet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VWc3EpIIguk/ThsthxmMlKI/AAAAAAAAIWg/9ChnxdkSRBM/s1600/DSCF1159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VWc3EpIIguk/ThsthxmMlKI/AAAAAAAAIWg/9ChnxdkSRBM/s400/DSCF1159.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628142217602045090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am so proud of him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. what else eh? Celebrated Mom's birthday earlier with the family. Good food and it was cheap! And and our dog just had puppies. And I might, might spring clean my room. There's too many things to give away. I got a few books that I bought and I wanted to read it so badly. I better finish off needed things soon.. or I'll delay it again. Another one I must highlight is the favor of God. He gave me a job interview when I asked for one.And I must nail this because I have a feeling that this is the job that my heart desires. :) Thank you Jesus! &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C46C2bMYRq8/ThstiEBrFrI/AAAAAAAAIWw/et1dKUE6UBQ/s1600/DSCF1188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C46C2bMYRq8/ThstiEBrFrI/AAAAAAAAIWw/et1dKUE6UBQ/s400/DSCF1188.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628142222549128882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mom's birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R_Y1akom2So/Thsth37QdFI/AAAAAAAAIWo/idgU-v4Utrk/s1600/DSCF1116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 393px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R_Y1akom2So/Thsth37QdFI/AAAAAAAAIWo/idgU-v4Utrk/s400/DSCF1116.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628142219300992082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;Five fat puppies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, I shall sleep.. or maybe read..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/82161225486011236-8818094949606720691?l=suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/feeds/8818094949606720691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=82161225486011236&amp;postID=8818094949606720691&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/8818094949606720691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/8818094949606720691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/2011/07/counting.html' title='Counting..'/><author><name>Sue Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246951901089173781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-nO1jNKvZ4/Tm1-ptVFoYI/AAAAAAAAIjI/GmfaOGW0ZfM/s220/8b170fcee0a94b91bc1c525fbd857602_7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jPOLfSEPyYc/ThsthrHUo8I/AAAAAAAAIWY/ezduKMoMQ6g/s72-c/DSCF1130.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82161225486011236.post-2696094471664955475</id><published>2011-07-04T14:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T14:38:53.934+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Awareness'/><title type='text'>You Just Mess With The Wrong Person!</title><content type='html'>You see.. I always like dining in McDonald because it's such a happy place for happy food for me. Guess what? Its delivery system just killed that impression of mine of McDonald as a happy dining place. Its delivery system never failed to piss me off during lunchtime or even dinnertime. Not once it decided to make me happy. Not once. I just let it be because it was a small matter until just now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's normal that they forgot the straw for my drinks, forgot the ketchup that I requested for, forget the napkins and best of all, wrong items which I don't even make them travel all the way back for it. I am nice enough to not make these poor delivery people to travel here and there. Oh well! They pissed me off today. The delivery guy brought me the wrong sundae. I stated clearly that I want strawberry sundae but they brought me chocolate one. I told them I am allergic to chocolate and they were hoping so badly that I will just take it. Sorry la brother.. not today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was calling for my order, they told me that the certain outlet for my order is out of soft drinks. Ok fine.. I could live with other drinks. I asked nicely if I could order the McValue Meal that comes with fries and drinks. They told me the selection of drinks that I could replace it with. Obviously, I chose the drink I wanted. So, when the order came, I checked the receipt thoroughly. They overcharged me for a fault of theirs. The operator did NOT inform me that they will charge me extra RM1 for the drink that was not soft drinks. So, I am charged for that extra RM1 for a fault of theirs. So, is it my fault that your soft drinks machine is faulty? I felt it's damn unfair that I am charged extra RM1 for a drink that was supposed to be cheap but now extra RM1!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not being a demanding but seriously, is this some sort of service you charge to your customer?? For your fault, I am charge extra!! What nonsenses are these?!! It's not the money that matters to me. Come on.. it's just RM1. Who would have give a fuck about it right? But not this time, it's bad enough they did not apologize for their faults and to defend that they are not wrong??? Oh please..  I felt that it is unfair for McDonald to charge me an extra RM1 for a fault they made. So, if I refused to be charge an extra RM1 for other drinks, what other drink would you give me if there is no soft drinks? Eurgh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;McDelivery, you suck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they just made my lunch a bad one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/82161225486011236-2696094471664955475?l=suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/feeds/2696094471664955475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=82161225486011236&amp;postID=2696094471664955475&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/2696094471664955475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/2696094471664955475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/2011/07/you-just-mess-with-wrong-person.html' title='You Just Mess With The Wrong Person!'/><author><name>Sue Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246951901089173781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-nO1jNKvZ4/Tm1-ptVFoYI/AAAAAAAAIjI/GmfaOGW0ZfM/s220/8b170fcee0a94b91bc1c525fbd857602_7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82161225486011236.post-1442407680827040766</id><published>2011-07-01T11:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T11:49:14.432+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crafts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='20 Cents'/><title type='text'>DIY Chocolate Bouquet For My Love</title><content type='html'>I was browsing around to see how much a bouquet of graduation flowers would cost and it was super expensive. Being a &lt;s&gt;cheapskate&lt;/s&gt; sentimental person, I decided to make a bouquet of chocolate for&lt;a href="http://wetwetwater.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 20 cents'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; graduation this weekend. Did some researches and landed myself on &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://dweam.com/2010/05/04/diy-how-to-make-chocolate-flower-bouquet/"&gt;this blog &lt;/a&gt;and it  has the simplest steps to make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oUnY9fmhZRU/Tg1DJ_quLSI/AAAAAAAAIV4/vzvqxWxBMGo/s1600/DSCF1119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oUnY9fmhZRU/Tg1DJ_quLSI/AAAAAAAAIV4/vzvqxWxBMGo/s400/DSCF1119.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624225348644121890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lNhN31mLUrc/Tg1DJ-13T6I/AAAAAAAAIWA/AJGsBgYO7tQ/s1600/DSCF1120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lNhN31mLUrc/Tg1DJ-13T6I/AAAAAAAAIWA/AJGsBgYO7tQ/s400/DSCF1120.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624225348422422434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine wasn't really exactly erm.. erm.. close to what this blog shown. But hey.. it's the thoughts that count. I am not a crafty person at all. Not at all. But for &lt;a href="http://wetwetwater.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20 cents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, I tried. I guess I did quite alright. I spent the whole day making 10 stalks. Why 10 eh? 10 is his favorite number. As for the color, I am unsure whether it is ermm.. too girlie for him. But oh well.. he said he likes it after I shown the picture to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CW96ax-ooGU/Tg1DKCv-A1I/AAAAAAAAIWI/dvCl_51FWLI/s1600/DSCF1123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CW96ax-ooGU/Tg1DKCv-A1I/AAAAAAAAIWI/dvCl_51FWLI/s400/DSCF1123.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624225349471437650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c8b1ApYdCxI/Tg1DKfzfVzI/AAAAAAAAIWQ/lUeGHsApYBY/s1600/DSCF1124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c8b1ApYdCxI/Tg1DKfzfVzI/AAAAAAAAIWQ/lUeGHsApYBY/s400/DSCF1124.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624225357270832946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh.. it's July already! I am in a good mood today! Why why why? Because I am hitting back to KL this evening and Transformers 3 baybeh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/82161225486011236-1442407680827040766?l=suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/feeds/1442407680827040766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=82161225486011236&amp;postID=1442407680827040766&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/1442407680827040766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/1442407680827040766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/2011/07/diy-chocolate-bouquet-for-my-love.html' title='DIY Chocolate Bouquet For My Love'/><author><name>Sue Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246951901089173781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-nO1jNKvZ4/Tm1-ptVFoYI/AAAAAAAAIjI/GmfaOGW0ZfM/s220/8b170fcee0a94b91bc1c525fbd857602_7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oUnY9fmhZRU/Tg1DJ_quLSI/AAAAAAAAIV4/vzvqxWxBMGo/s72-c/DSCF1119.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82161225486011236.post-3040665626396908448</id><published>2011-06-30T18:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T18:24:40.313+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>I Don't Know.</title><content type='html'>Today is the last day of June. How time flies! What have I achieved so far? I am unsure and more confused than ever. Oh the horror!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As days pass by, I am more uncertain of myself. I thought I was certain. Now I am not. I am unsure if it is the hormones or maybe it's just me being uncertain of everything I want and need. I don't know. I really don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in the position of waiting to begin the next phase of life. Oh the horror of waiting! I don't fancy waiting but I've grown used to it. I wait for people. I wait for jobs. I wait for interviews. I literally wait for everything. I hate waiting. For once, why can't waiting wait for me? Why can't people wait for me? These waiting games is frustrating.. it's horrifying too. What am I gonna do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just know there's one thing I really want - FREEDOM! I need freedom and privacy. I do not want people to interfere into my life. Judging me because I am who I am. Assuming me for something superficial. So much flaws and weaknesses people could pinpoint out. What about strengths? Did anyone seen anybody's strength? When shit happens, people would see all the flaws in the world. Malaysia Boleh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so much to complain. But what's the point of complaining anyway? Nobody listens and I can't do much about my own complaints anyway. Oh well! What the hell! When I complain, people will assume and judge with their own perceptions which I always disagree. Oh well.. I no longer care. I am just gonna be who I am. I am the loud, proud and yes, I am vulgar too. You got an issue with that? That's just too bad. It sucks to be you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's hope the other half of 2011 is better than this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;HAPPY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; BIRTHDAY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://littlecicak.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;WONG&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;SEONG&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://littlecicak.blogspot.com"&gt;YOONG&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/82161225486011236-3040665626396908448?l=suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/feeds/3040665626396908448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=82161225486011236&amp;postID=3040665626396908448&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/3040665626396908448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/3040665626396908448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-dont-know.html' title='I Don&apos;t Know.'/><author><name>Sue Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246951901089173781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-nO1jNKvZ4/Tm1-ptVFoYI/AAAAAAAAIjI/GmfaOGW0ZfM/s220/8b170fcee0a94b91bc1c525fbd857602_7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82161225486011236.post-6209242799774439228</id><published>2011-06-27T21:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T22:13:40.696+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Bored. Bosan. Sien.</title><content type='html'>This is what unemployed fresh grad do when they get no interview. Oh the horror! I've been sitting at home doing nothing for the past 3 weeks or so. This is madness! I am going to go nuts soon. I should call the driving school tomorrow to do my driving refresher course. The more I stay at home, the crazier and cranky I'll get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I applied a lot of jobs. Like a lot. Literally a lot. Yea, that much. But I gone nothing after that week of interviews. Why la? What did I do la? Why??? I could no longer stay at home and being unproductive. This is so unlike me! And people been telling me that I am lucky because I get to stay at home and do nothing. Who the heck are they to assume that I am in good luck for being unemployed???!!! It's freaking frustrating to stay at home. I am not that kinda person who can sit down for long. I need a job!! And I am getting very impatient! And to those idiots who open their mouths without using their brains about my freaking unemployed life, I gonna shove those words into your knees!!! Shut up already! And stop boasting and showing off your "productive" and being busy at workplace. I don't care!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See.. these idiots made me cranky. And grumpy too. And it makes me feel like swearing in multiple languages. I am capable of doing so. But I would not do it because I could not lower myself to such a lower status. And my anger has nothing to do with my status as an awesome person. So, yea.. I am the KING of the world! And being at home makes me miss &lt;a href="http://wetwetwater.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20 cents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; more. I miss him so much!! I miss KL a lot. Like a lot. I don't care what other people has to say about hating KL and all. I love it and I miss it. Therefore, thou shall not interfere with my opinions of where I prefer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EfVPZ1c4dkI/TgiP8sRyF-I/AAAAAAAAIVw/CIY-KFk7JPI/s1600/33654_1663637915013_1359199389_31766417_890922_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 178px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EfVPZ1c4dkI/TgiP8sRyF-I/AAAAAAAAIVw/CIY-KFk7JPI/s400/33654_1663637915013_1359199389_31766417_890922_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622902407612733410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't get it why people are such busybodies about things I have said on Facebook and Twitter. If you know what's going on, it's fine to comment. But if you don't and you are assuming this and that, you are just pissing me off. Actually, I am not pissed off. More like irritated. And I do not like to be annoyed at this point of life. Assume assume assume! Kebencian maksima. I do not interfere into your lives so I would like it if you stay off mine. The horror! These people should just stay in front of their laptops or desktop all day long to comment on every single status they see since they are such busybodies. Comment some more la.. never use brain and comment. Some more comment with irrelevant and ridiculous comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I better stop this before I get all cranky again. I am hoping for more job interviews to come to me soon.. come to momma, job interviews!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/82161225486011236-6209242799774439228?l=suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/feeds/6209242799774439228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=82161225486011236&amp;postID=6209242799774439228&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/6209242799774439228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/6209242799774439228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/2011/06/bored-bosan-sien.html' title='Bored. Bosan. Sien.'/><author><name>Sue Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246951901089173781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-nO1jNKvZ4/Tm1-ptVFoYI/AAAAAAAAIjI/GmfaOGW0ZfM/s220/8b170fcee0a94b91bc1c525fbd857602_7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EfVPZ1c4dkI/TgiP8sRyF-I/AAAAAAAAIVw/CIY-KFk7JPI/s72-c/33654_1663637915013_1359199389_31766417_890922_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82161225486011236.post-5231238620075145176</id><published>2011-06-22T08:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T08:46:22.521+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>KL, KL, I Dedicate This Song To My Homeys Back There!</title><content type='html'>Here I am waiting for my train in KL Sentral, leeching onto their power plug for electricity for my laptop. I have another 45 minutes to wait until my train to IPOH is here. Oh man! The horror of waiting in a stuffy and icky train station just turn people off. At this moment, two baby cockroaches are approaching me and I had to get rid of it from irritating me by stepping to its death. Bye roaches! It sucks to be you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am actually dreading to go back to IPOH. Not that I hate IPOH, I just do not want to go back. That's another story to tell; it's too long. I rather not tell. I remembered how much I hated KL because I knew nobody here and of course, there were just too much of terrible and horrible things happening to me. It just won't stop. But behind every cloud there's silver lining. I am beginning to like KL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I found my&lt;a href="http://wetwetwater.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 20 cents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; here. I have good friends here. I get along with &lt;a href="http://wetwetwater.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20 cents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; parents and his family. It just feel so homely here. So, when my Mom popped the question of asking me to work in IPOH. I just nod. A nod means NO in India. Yeah! I am that foxy sometimes. I think I belong here in KL. It might not be the greatest place in the world but I just like it here. It's my comfort zone. And of course, total freedom. I am too used to the idea of staying alone that staying at home somehow restricted me from a lot of things. And not to mention to chaos at home. Oh the horror!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't wait to get back to KL for more job interviews. For now, I am just gonna go back to IPOH and go do my refresher course in driving. And ciao! I miss &lt;a href="http://wetwetwater.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20 cents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; terribly already despite of what happened yesterday. I almost break his thumb yesterday. I was traumatized when I heard the "crack" sound of his thumb. Oh the horror!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am gonna get my breakfast/lunch now. Train arrives in 30 minutes or so..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/82161225486011236-5231238620075145176?l=suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/feeds/5231238620075145176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=82161225486011236&amp;postID=5231238620075145176&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/5231238620075145176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/5231238620075145176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/2011/06/kl-kl-i-dedicate-this-song-to-my-homeys.html' title='KL, KL, I Dedicate This Song To My Homeys Back There!'/><author><name>Sue Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246951901089173781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-nO1jNKvZ4/Tm1-ptVFoYI/AAAAAAAAIjI/GmfaOGW0ZfM/s220/8b170fcee0a94b91bc1c525fbd857602_7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82161225486011236.post-7500481310446464718</id><published>2011-06-21T00:53:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T01:33:46.479+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DiGi'/><title type='text'>DiGi OMG with DiGi Easy Prepaid Buddyz</title><content type='html'>I have been using my cutesy, pretty pink OMG phone for almost two weeks now. It has helped me tremendously with Facebook. Like a lot. I had to have my Facebook with me 24/7 so this OMG phone is so ideal for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S-vUgNY8K-A/Tf-C8077i0I/AAAAAAAAIU4/qcFEnGF7Xqc/s1600/DiGi%2B4.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 280px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S-vUgNY8K-A/Tf-C8077i0I/AAAAAAAAIU4/qcFEnGF7Xqc/s400/DiGi%2B4.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620354841495440194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Comes in a pretty packaging like OMG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides Facebook, I enjoy talking like a lot. Literally a lot. I could on and on without drinking water. I am great at talking and I need to talk to people or I'll risk depression. With &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;DiGi Easy Prepaid&lt;/span&gt;, I can now add my favorite people to my chatting list. I can chat and text my buddyz for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;FREE&lt;/span&gt; from 12.00am to 8.00pm daily. The timing suits me well because I am a night owl. I usually stay awake to be in touch with my buddyz to update ourselves with our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UxIXIcqUUQA/Tf-BnEvKnJI/AAAAAAAAIUg/cAUSTD4aNjA/s1600/DiGi%2B1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 297px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UxIXIcqUUQA/Tf-BnEvKnJI/AAAAAAAAIUg/cAUSTD4aNjA/s400/DiGi%2B1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620353368268119186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FREE stuffs! Happiness!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet you wanna know who are my buddyz eh? First and foremost (damn.. I am so formal!), it's none other than &lt;a href="http://wetwetwater.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20 cents! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;20 cents is the boyfriend of mine. Many of you fondly call him &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Kelvin&lt;/span&gt; but I am special to him so I am allowed to call him &lt;a href="http://wetwetwater.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20 cents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and of course, boyfriend. 20 cents and I talk and text everyday because we are a couple (like duh!). Obviously, it costs a bomb to text and call a lot. With DiGi Easy Prepaid, we can now talk and talk and text for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;FREE&lt;/span&gt; all night long. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;20 cents&lt;/span&gt; is OMG crazy about me so that is why crazy people like us would use this OMG plan with the OMG cheap DiGi Easy Prepaid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fPMv0LHPWHs/Tf-A2zF0sGI/AAAAAAAAIUY/j0RjAa3HiVQ/s1600/176759_10150106832722684_580827683_6620441_7642650_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fPMv0LHPWHs/Tf-A2zF0sGI/AAAAAAAAIUY/j0RjAa3HiVQ/s400/176759_10150106832722684_580827683_6620441_7642650_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620352538897592418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My crazy boyfriend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My next buddyz would be my dearest &lt;s&gt;driver&lt;/s&gt; kawan from college, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Mr Cloudy&lt;/span&gt;. Called him Cloudy because his Chinese name means so. Obviously, Cloudy better known as CY ain't cloudy at all. He is a joker; a lame one to be exact. The &lt;s&gt;cheapskate&lt;/s&gt; generous friend of mine has the tendency to only text and call when necessary. But with DiGi Easy Prepaid, we can now text and call each other to update on all the jokes he could tell in the world. CY is obviously a very crazy person because like OMG, he tells the lamest joke in the whole wide world. I remembered the first time he met me. He asked me the lamest thing ever. It went like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;CY: Eh, what is Hokkien people's favorite food? You know ah?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hokkien mee ah?&lt;br /&gt;CY: No la.. it's Gardenia bread.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Huh? How come?&lt;br /&gt;CY: Because it's Gardenia (Kaninia)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaninia means &lt;s&gt;fuck you&lt;/s&gt; fish you in Hokkien. I know I know.. crazy stuffs from this Cloudy fella eh? We need to update ourselves with aplenty of these jokes so we could come up a lame joke book of his for sale in the market. So, we text and call a lot. With &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;DiGi Easy Prepaid&lt;/span&gt;, it's now &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;FREE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bcaJPpDJU2c/Tf-A1vDpYAI/AAAAAAAAIUI/_C4SzDclq-U/s1600/74483_461939742242_787667242_5445165_3353256_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bcaJPpDJU2c/Tf-A1vDpYAI/AAAAAAAAIUI/_C4SzDclq-U/s400/74483_461939742242_787667242_5445165_3353256_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620352520634851330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Told you that CY is mad crazy! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My the other buddyz would be this girlfriend of mine from university. Her name is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Wai Keng&lt;/span&gt;. We all used to tease her as Emiko the Porn Star. It all started when we all Googled her name Emiko and it came as porn stars in the search engine. Haha! Anyhow, both of us are crazily talkative and we had to call and text each other to talk about everything under the sky. Our bills went sky rocket because we talked too much!  Thanks to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;DiGi Easy Prepaid&lt;/span&gt;; we both call and text each other for free. We get along very well because we are both mad crazy about everything and anything in the world that we could talk about. Her high pitch yet cute voice made her a crazy friend of mine and that is why I adore her so much! My OMG phone with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;DiGi Easy Prepaid&lt;/span&gt; made our communication much easier and of course, cheaper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HeKxkEFz9bs/Tf-A2dF6hTI/AAAAAAAAIUQ/ojxPV4MxoIQ/s1600/132405_486948865078_588325078_6493683_8326371_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HeKxkEFz9bs/Tf-A2dF6hTI/AAAAAAAAIUQ/ojxPV4MxoIQ/s400/132405_486948865078_588325078_6493683_8326371_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620352532992394546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My awesome yet crazy girlfriend, Wai Keng!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;DiGi Easy Prepaid&lt;/span&gt;, I can make calls and text as much as I want at the precise timing I am awake still to be able to communicate with my loved ones. What an OMG crazy plan! Are you as OMG crazy as me and my buddyz? Check out this OMG awesomely phone and plan for the OMG crazy people like us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zt1uHYq7scM/Tf-C8qTtYcI/AAAAAAAAIUw/sJBb2mO73uc/s1600/DiGi%2B3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 287px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zt1uHYq7scM/Tf-C8qTtYcI/AAAAAAAAIUw/sJBb2mO73uc/s400/DiGi%2B3.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620354838642385346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Like OMG must get OMG stuffs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more info, click &lt;a href="http://www.digi.com.my"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-duLOVR4Aiak/Tf-C26cKbgI/AAAAAAAAIUo/mocJ41fUI9A/s1600/DiGi%2B2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-duLOVR4Aiak/Tf-C26cKbgI/AAAAAAAAIUo/mocJ41fUI9A/s400/DiGi%2B2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620354739893595650" 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/82161225486011236-7500481310446464718?l=suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/feeds/7500481310446464718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=82161225486011236&amp;postID=7500481310446464718&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/7500481310446464718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/7500481310446464718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/2011/06/digi-omg-with-digi-easy-prepaid-buddyz.html' title='DiGi OMG with DiGi Easy Prepaid Buddyz'/><author><name>Sue Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246951901089173781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-nO1jNKvZ4/Tm1-ptVFoYI/AAAAAAAAIjI/GmfaOGW0ZfM/s220/8b170fcee0a94b91bc1c525fbd857602_7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S-vUgNY8K-A/Tf-C8077i0I/AAAAAAAAIU4/qcFEnGF7Xqc/s72-c/DiGi%2B4.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82161225486011236.post-7697322897550724012</id><published>2011-06-15T14:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T17:18:51.670+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Don't Stop Believing..</title><content type='html'>Going through this phase of life is just plain hard; for me, at least. My brain was implanted with myths of interviews and even getting a job. Suddenly, all these myths somewhat became true or so I thought it is true. At this point, I just hope so hard that my head is going through an explosion soon. Not literally, of course. That will be just plain disgusting. These myths made me somewhat an emotional person. I broke down and I got swollen eyes. FML max. It takes days for my swollen eyes to go away. Oh the horror!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pGsPL-lX3UQ/Tfh3TKhX4bI/AAAAAAAAITY/B-yN5QrFjoE/s1600/DSCF1047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pGsPL-lX3UQ/Tfh3TKhX4bI/AAAAAAAAITY/B-yN5QrFjoE/s400/DSCF1047.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618371706270245298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sparkling Hibiscus is good stuff!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for a few interviews so far. Guess what happened next? I got NO second interviews at all. I had mixed feelings about it. I was angry then I was bitter. And then I was sad. In the end, all I ever felt was sorrow. I went all emotional with tears and negativity. Definitely very unpleasant to have all these negative emotions instilled in myself. It doesn't feel good at all. I had aplenty of lame excuses of the screwed ups I had. 20 cents consoled me that I wasn't. I am going for another "counseling" and " training" session tomorrow about all these. Don't worry! I ain't no psycho nor I am disturbed. I am fine. I just need some guidance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UtLhQmVXGS8/Tfh3TirlBpI/AAAAAAAAITg/L3V8nZxacBI/s1600/DSCF1052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UtLhQmVXGS8/Tfh3TirlBpI/AAAAAAAAITg/L3V8nZxacBI/s400/DSCF1052.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618371712755500690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lunch with macha in Kiki Restaurant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kMKwbNyS018/Tfh3T24YhlI/AAAAAAAAITo/k3SPfNLbP80/s1600/DSCF1056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kMKwbNyS018/Tfh3T24YhlI/AAAAAAAAITo/k3SPfNLbP80/s400/DSCF1056.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618371718177916498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My steamed chicken set&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_SiOwfyswxY/Tfh3UC4kp_I/AAAAAAAAITw/GN2laZOQZ1c/s1600/DSCF1059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_SiOwfyswxY/Tfh3UC4kp_I/AAAAAAAAITw/GN2laZOQZ1c/s400/DSCF1059.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618371721399937010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Macha's Three Cup Chicken set&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My gut feelings told me that I kinda screwed up all my interviews. FYI, I got like ermm.. 3 rejections already. If you ask the confident me, I would say my techniques of answering questions are all uncertain and somewhat uncool. Perhaps my strategy to be myself was just all wrong. I was myself and I answered accordingly. Maybe the interviewers didn't like what I answered. Oh the horror! And I was uncertain as well. I made myself sounded unprepared. Seriously, I am not that person I have just mentioned. People who knew me knew I am someone who is confident and interviews are no big deal, at least for me. I guess people make mistakes. I'll definitely learn from my mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not a picky person when it comes to job selection. I just want to make sure that my first job is something that I will learn a lot of things from. Career development is the top priority in a job for myself. All these pay and salaries thingy are not an issue for me provided it justifies the living expenses for me to survive in this city. I want a job where I will climb the ladder fast and of course, learning as much as possible. There are so much in my head now. I have so much goals that I wanted to achieve. But how do I do it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eQB0JBmZL6I/Tfh3UQ82NfI/AAAAAAAAIT4/BRQTdVky-JI/s1600/DSCF1062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eQB0JBmZL6I/Tfh3UQ82NfI/AAAAAAAAIT4/BRQTdVky-JI/s400/DSCF1062.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618371725175961074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Breakfast at O' Briens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u6oha34KqrM/Tfh3e7vOJoI/AAAAAAAAIUA/RGuK4Ey2Zp8/s1600/DSCF1064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u6oha34KqrM/Tfh3e7vOJoI/AAAAAAAAIUA/RGuK4Ey2Zp8/s400/DSCF1064.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618371908460226178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Banana Muffin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am constantly reminded that He is there to arrange great things for me. I just need to walk that walk and I will be able to do everything with Him. I know my breakthrough is coming soon; I just need to wait patiently. And of course, there will be new beginnings for me in every aspects of life and and and a new car! I claimed all these last Sunday. I knew He provides and I just need to receive it. It's already mid of June.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures are totally relevant. Ate those when I had all my interviews. And it was my first time in all those makan places. Oh my waistline!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/82161225486011236-7697322897550724012?l=suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/feeds/7697322897550724012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=82161225486011236&amp;postID=7697322897550724012&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/7697322897550724012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/7697322897550724012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/2011/06/dont-stop-believing.html' title='Don&apos;t Stop Believing..'/><author><name>Sue Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246951901089173781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-nO1jNKvZ4/Tm1-ptVFoYI/AAAAAAAAIjI/GmfaOGW0ZfM/s220/8b170fcee0a94b91bc1c525fbd857602_7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pGsPL-lX3UQ/Tfh3TKhX4bI/AAAAAAAAITY/B-yN5QrFjoE/s72-c/DSCF1047.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82161225486011236.post-2709048125167153823</id><published>2011-06-13T23:23:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T00:07:51.362+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DiGi'/><title type='text'>OMG with DiGi and Yahoo!</title><content type='html'>You all probably heard of Usher's OMG like all the time on radio.. and probably get hooked on it too. I am hooked onto that song. Like OMG I love the song so much, I got myself a OMG phone from DiGi. Come on.. like OMG totally suits someone so OMG like myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/1RnPB76mjxI" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Usher's OMG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, I am so OMG = Oh Me Gorgeous! Only OMG people could use like OMG = Oh Menarik Gila phone. I laid my hands on the pretty OMG phone which came in an attractive pink pouch for the gorgeous people like myself. I like how this phone could rotate differently from normal smart phones we have in the market. I get people awed when I took out my phone. Like OMG; I am so famous! And there's a pretty pretty mirror near the camera. If you need to put on some make ups or to check that something in between your teeth, OMG phone is totally THE phone for you. Did I mention that I saved a girl with my OMG phone? She had lipstick stain on her teeth and it was minutes before her interview. I loaned her my phone to use the mirror and she totally nailed her interview! Like OMG!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m7YkePSpGmg/TfYzib55rcI/AAAAAAAAISw/9xXpN6NHl9I/s1600/DSCF1070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m7YkePSpGmg/TfYzib55rcI/AAAAAAAAISw/9xXpN6NHl9I/s400/DSCF1070.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617734251890453954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My OMG cutesy phone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wz7dBxu7xQc/TfYziRynKRI/AAAAAAAAIS4/icF7ljTrxok/s1600/DSCF1073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wz7dBxu7xQc/TfYziRynKRI/AAAAAAAAIS4/icF7ljTrxok/s400/DSCF1073.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617734249175525650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;With a camera and my initial embedded onto it. Kidding kidding. It's the brand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OGcAaG2OpaM/TfY0OFzoITI/AAAAAAAAITA/4z0vfNoHDX0/s1600/DSCF1072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OGcAaG2OpaM/TfY0OFzoITI/AAAAAAAAITA/4z0vfNoHDX0/s400/DSCF1072.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617735001872802098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pretty and sleek for the OMG cool people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG looks like a big tamagochi but of course, it does more than feeding a virtual animal. It's your latest and coolest smart phone to tweet, Facebook and even to check your Yahoo mail. Love your gossips? Go to OMG Yahoo for the latest gossip. I totally found out that Brad Pitt and Angeline Jolie are speculated to be getting marry soon. Like OMG!! And you could just scroll it easily with the track pad; no need to press so hard to read your latest news and gossips!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NZQyJabGWnI/TfY0ORadVnI/AAAAAAAAITI/kqOoImSdDro/s1600/DSCF1078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NZQyJabGWnI/TfY0ORadVnI/AAAAAAAAITI/kqOoImSdDro/s400/DSCF1078.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617735004988462706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yahoo! applications&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this OMG phone mine comes with a Yahoo application where you can check your mail, news and even chatting with your friend whenever and wherever you are. I particularly love using it to read news because I am Oh Memang Gila about news and of course, the juicy bits of the entertainment news. And you can check the weather too. I checked mine before I got out of the house. Like I went for an interview in KL the other day and it was raining elephants and rhinoceros. Thank God for Yahoo! Weather or I'll be trapped in KL with no umbrella! Oh the horror!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A5DUqDg_rqY/TfY0OcgKr8I/AAAAAAAAITQ/WbHbVh5Q4lM/s1600/DSCF1080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A5DUqDg_rqY/TfY0OcgKr8I/AAAAAAAAITQ/WbHbVh5Q4lM/s400/DSCF1080.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617735007965196226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And you can Facebook too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For just RM299, you can get a great deal of this DiGi OMG Package. It comes with the gorgeous phone, DiGi Easy Prepaid and&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt; FREE&lt;/span&gt; Mobile Internet for 12 months! How OMG crazy cheap is that?? Not only that, you can enjoy &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FREE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;300MB of data and Internet after using RM40 with DiGi Easy Prepaid with the OMG package. Free stuffs are just so OMG awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KL_GtXhwjCw/TfYzhTACkAI/AAAAAAAAISY/P6KIgLnR3L8/s1600/243075_215691428452948_152936214728470_725088_5851473_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 148px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KL_GtXhwjCw/TfYzhTACkAI/AAAAAAAAISY/P6KIgLnR3L8/s400/243075_215691428452948_152936214728470_725088_5851473_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617734232320413698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;OMG DiGi Package&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BZa7hMjrPtU/TfYzhks5HlI/AAAAAAAAISg/eInUt7blUvk/s1600/DSCF1065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BZa7hMjrPtU/TfYzhks5HlI/AAAAAAAAISg/eInUt7blUvk/s400/DSCF1065.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617734237071941202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;For RM299, you get this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PAWyOWPoAR8/TfYzh_pygII/AAAAAAAAISo/v67OS7ZzOnQ/s1600/DSCF1068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PAWyOWPoAR8/TfYzh_pygII/AAAAAAAAISo/v67OS7ZzOnQ/s400/DSCF1068.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617734244306681986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;And this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more information, check out &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.digi.com.my/whatshot_v3/prepaidOMG/landing.do"&gt;DiGi's OMG cool website. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/82161225486011236-2709048125167153823?l=suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/feeds/2709048125167153823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=82161225486011236&amp;postID=2709048125167153823&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/2709048125167153823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/2709048125167153823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/2011/06/omg-with-digi-and-yahoo.html' title='OMG with DiGi and Yahoo!'/><author><name>Sue Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246951901089173781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-nO1jNKvZ4/Tm1-ptVFoYI/AAAAAAAAIjI/GmfaOGW0ZfM/s220/8b170fcee0a94b91bc1c525fbd857602_7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/1RnPB76mjxI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82161225486011236.post-7655899537239028046</id><published>2011-06-03T16:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T17:06:29.360+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>I Can't Think Of Any Better Title Again And Again!</title><content type='html'>June has finally arrived. Time flies so fast that lightning just had to give way. Get it? You know.. speed of light yaddah yaddah. I was bumming around at home and clicking away to apply suitable jobs for me. The miserable me was getting all emotional for not getting calls until I really get calls; suddenly it was all too much. I get all anxious and nervous that I can just hurl there and then. Imagine the horror if I really hurl during a job interview. It's gonna leave a "great" impression for sure. I kept on praying in tongues so that I will be calm and to keep myself poised all the time. Pretty challenging if you ask me..&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just got back from my very first interview. It was the very first time in my life to be interviewed and to have a group interview. I've interviewed people for assignments and school magazines but being interviewed by other people is rather different, I must say. And to make it more confusing, I wasn't even on an interview. I was at a date with another seven people and of course, my potential employer. And I did my own make ups today. Wore smart casual. I actually Google-ed smart casual because I wasn't so sure of the term smart casual. Oh well.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had fun in the "date". I made new friends and I can remember every single person's name. Thank God for my good memory. I would rate this as one of my proudest achievements so far. Come on.. how often do I put on make ups all by myself?? I need to be given a credit for this, man! I have more interviews to come next week. Let's hope the hurl feeling will begone by then!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For now, I am gonna hit back to my senseless Facebook games because I can. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/82161225486011236-7655899537239028046?l=suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/feeds/7655899537239028046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=82161225486011236&amp;postID=7655899537239028046&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/7655899537239028046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/7655899537239028046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-cant-think-of-any-better-title-again.html' title='I Can&apos;t Think Of Any Better Title Again And Again!'/><author><name>Sue Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246951901089173781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-nO1jNKvZ4/Tm1-ptVFoYI/AAAAAAAAIjI/GmfaOGW0ZfM/s220/8b170fcee0a94b91bc1c525fbd857602_7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82161225486011236.post-9113893301798719850</id><published>2011-05-30T22:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T00:02:27.000+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>My Thoughts Are Bigger Than My Head</title><content type='html'>I am currently moving slowly to the next phase of life: WORKING. This chapter has been playing in my head for the longest time. I'd probably long for this chapter since I started university here in KL. I have my reasons of wanting to work so soon. Many told me to slow down and enjoy a little because once I embark the journey of working-hood, I would not have the time to enjoy. I actually realized the consequences of this chapter of life. I knew it since like God knows when because I have people reminding me about it constantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many good reasons that I am looking forward to this chapter. As stressful and crazy as it is, I still love it. I do go all cuckoo once in awhile just having aplenty of thoughts in my head but it is all worth it. I believe that my thoughts are bigger than my head. With all these thoughts in my head, I am a really, really ambitious person. I have this small note that I stick on my cupboard of the goals I want to achieve. I achieved one, so far. I have finally graduated! Pretty good achievement eh? I graduated with a good results, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The processes of this new chapter are rather difficult but I will achieve it all, for sure. No doubt about that. The applications and the updates of resumes as well as writing cover letters is just the beginning of this chapter. I seriously think it is an easy task with some help from my awesome friends, of course. You know what's the most tiring and frustrating stage in this chapter? Guess guess guess! It's the waiting that drives me nuts. Then, the job interviews and phone screenings will follow. I was unprepared but after a crucial lesson, I make sure I am prepared. I got one interview this Thursday! I am looking forward to it. Oh yea.. I am packing out my stuffs from my current rented room to a undisclosed location. We'll see what will happen to me in a month or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have yet to do things that I should be doing when I was back in Ipoh. I have yet to go for my driving refresher course. Damn. It's too crucial for me to learn to drive because driving is somehow important when you are in KL. But the issue here is I won't be getting a car anytime soon but I was urged to learn driving again as soon as possible. Oh the dilemma! I know I shouldn't be whining about not getting a car and all; but it's so frustrating to take public transportation sometimes. The waiting and the efficiency of our public transportation are just CMI (cannot make it!). The worst would be the people; some people are just plain rude by pushing into LRT or bus. Those who wanted to get out would have to shove themselves out because these kiasu ones rush in like nobody's business. Peak hours is madness! It's like going shopping during sales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about shopping. Shopping is stressful at this phase of life; especially for me. I spent hours searching and trying out formal tops for job interviews in just one store. Can you imagine the horror when none fits into me because my size was not so appropriate for the manufacturer to produce more fabrics for a top ?! Well, it's another way to tell me that I am FAT! I know labeling myself as FAT doesn't sound nice at all but that's the bloody truth! Can I just live in denial? But it's also a slap on the face that I need to do something about myself. Looking myself into the mirror is like watching a horror movie. It wasn't cool at all. I look like Michelin except that I have longer hair. Well, I am not blaming anyone for my weight gain. It's all my fault, seriously. I ate and ate without giving a damn about controlling and exercise. I spent most of my time sitting and eating in front of my laptop everyday when I am in KL. At least, I have finally come to confession that I gained a lot of weights. I guess it's still not too late to realize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's just so many things that I want to achieve once I start this chapter. I know it's not going to be easy but I will do it. I know I can do it! And I got the biggest supporter in my life, &lt;a href="http://wetwetwater.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20 cents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to back me up when I needed him. And the biggest, biggest supporter ever is arranging great things for me. I just need to hold on to it and be strong with the chosen paths He has arranged for me. I can totally do this with His Help. I can't wait to update the great things He will be doing for me when I start the new chapter with a job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, I just gonna chill a little.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/82161225486011236-9113893301798719850?l=suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/feeds/9113893301798719850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=82161225486011236&amp;postID=9113893301798719850&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/9113893301798719850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/9113893301798719850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-thoughts-are-bigger-than-my-head.html' title='My Thoughts Are Bigger Than My Head'/><author><name>Sue Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246951901089173781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-nO1jNKvZ4/Tm1-ptVFoYI/AAAAAAAAIjI/GmfaOGW0ZfM/s220/8b170fcee0a94b91bc1c525fbd857602_7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82161225486011236.post-6370729309174567556</id><published>2011-05-26T15:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T15:36:40.144+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='20 Cents'/><title type='text'>I Am Still Alive!</title><content type='html'>It has been aeon years ago since I last updated. Ok.. a few weeks back. There's nothing much to do after I graduated. Actually.. there is a lot to do but I don't know where to start. Came back to Ipoh to rot while searching high and low for jobs. Not much of news at the moment. I did have a phone interview just now. I am unsure how it went because I wasn't prepared for it. Well, I think it wasn't so well because I was not prepared. Learned my lesson now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going back to KL tomorrow to clear out my current rented room. I need to move out. Gonna bertumpang my stuffs at &lt;a href="http://wetwetwater.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20 cents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;' place while I hit back Ipoh to find another place to rent. Oh well.. moving in, moving out. It's no fun. I moved out like ermm.. 3 times. Packing and throwing aplenty of things in the process. It's a good thing; I don't have to sit and stare at things that gives me negative past of mine. Oh well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a good chat with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Weng Weng&lt;/span&gt; just now.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; Weng Weng&lt;/span&gt; is the bestest friend of mine after &lt;a href="http://wetwetwater.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20 cents,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; of course. It's always nice to chat with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Weng Weng&lt;/span&gt; despite our time zone differences. We used to talk and talk about everything under the sky and him being in another continent sucks. On a bright side, when I do visit him, I get free meals and accommodation. Haha.. I am undergoing a phase of life where I needed to talk like a lot to someone who actually care of what I am going through. I am seriously thankful that He blessed me with great people in my life. People who helped me in my job applications processes, people who gave me advices and people who listen when I needed someone. You know who you are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just found out about this song from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Weng Weng&lt;/span&gt;.. pretty cool song.. if I like it, it's cool. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/QcW6u6IkEAE" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Anna Nalick - Breathe (2AM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to pack for KL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/82161225486011236-6370729309174567556?l=suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/feeds/6370729309174567556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=82161225486011236&amp;postID=6370729309174567556&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/6370729309174567556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/6370729309174567556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-am-still-alive.html' title='I Am Still Alive!'/><author><name>Sue Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246951901089173781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-nO1jNKvZ4/Tm1-ptVFoYI/AAAAAAAAIjI/GmfaOGW0ZfM/s220/8b170fcee0a94b91bc1c525fbd857602_7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/QcW6u6IkEAE/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82161225486011236.post-7471910246735557072</id><published>2011-05-21T23:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T00:16:58.811+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>A Letter to the Naive 16 Years Old Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Everyone is doing this so I wrote one too! Woot woot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello 16 years old me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are 16, you are somehow labeled as a nerd because of the ugly pair of glasses your Mom got it for you. You can't stand the ugly glasses so you change to contact lenses. Some people still call you nerd which sounds really absurd because you are not smart nor you look like one. Maybe you are just such a good and obedient student. Oh well.. you usually brush off those comments though you secretly want to shut off all those annoying comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will have a bunch of friends that you are close with. The ones that sit nearby you in class; you thought friendship is forever. But a few years down the road, you will lose some of those friends but you will gain even more better friends who love you for who you are. As for the class monitor and assistant class monitor in your class, they will be your future bridesmaid when you get marry in the future. You have friends here and there but not all of them will understand you but the very few people you would want to invite to your wedding. You bet they know who they are if they peep into this letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boys boys boys! You have aplenty of crushes when you are 16. Boys from other schools somehow look cuter because your hormones is acting up to ask you to feel the puppy love. You will go against the puppy love nonsenses knowing that none of them are genuine love. A few years down the road, you'll experience broken hearts and dramatic break ups until you meet this guy who you thought you will never love. He will be your boyfriend when you are 22 and he will love you despite all your flaws. Perhaps, both of you will spend the rest of your life together which secretly is one of your dreams in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will hate Additional Mathematics and Modern Mathematics but you will remain to be in Science stream until you graduate from high school. You will fail all your Math and Science papers countless times but eventually you will pass it in SPM because you are just awesome. Ok.. maybe not so awesome.. the exam department somehow lower the marks so you pass. And you thought you are going to be a writer but down the road, you will choose to climb the corporate ladder instead. After all, you will finally realized that corporate is your thing and that's how you will earn a lot of money and great experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 16, you are probably the most rebellious kid around. You never bother listening to comments that do not sound pleasant. You never give a damn of what your parents tell you to do. Sometimes, you do think they are right but heck, your egoism has blinded your senses. A few years from now, you will be away from them for university. You will go home less because you still the rebel.. cannot stand home and nasty comments at home. You will wish to be back in the place you used to hate and live away from the chaotic life back in your home. You still appreciate and love your family but sometimes, you just want to be alone. You are more like a loner but you do have a lot of friends that love you and you adore them a lot too.  And most of all, you miss your Yeh Yeh who left to be with the Lord when you were 12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never believe in religion because you think it's too much to digest for a 16 years old. You believe in yourself. You do not believe in people who try to convert you to some religions which you are against of. But when you are 22, you will Christ as your Savior and you will be baptized on Easter when you are 23. You will have Him to guide you through all the struggles you are bound to experience. And He will bless you with a great bunch of great friends who will be there for you when you need them the most and of course, you will have your boyfriend whom you love a lot too. And you will call your boyfriend 20 cents because he is so cute like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 16, you are jealous of your pretty friends who boys love. You wish to be them. You wish to be as popular as them. But as you grow older, those doesn't bother you anymore because brain is more important. And damn, you are right. You will graduate with a good CGPA that makes you smarter than a lot of those who you used to be jealous of. But oh well.. you will gain a lot of weights and trying really hard to lose because of family pressure. Oh heck! You are 16. You are a teen like most teens out there. So, you will go through aplenty of drama because you know what you really want in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will experience more things in your life as your grow older. You will have Him in your life as He has arranged great things for you. You just need to follow your heart for the best and you will do just fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of love and hugs,&lt;br /&gt;The 24 years old you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(I am only turning 24 in August but heck!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/82161225486011236-7471910246735557072?l=suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/feeds/7471910246735557072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=82161225486011236&amp;postID=7471910246735557072&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/7471910246735557072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/7471910246735557072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/2011/05/letter-to-naive-16-years-old-me.html' title='A Letter to the Naive 16 Years Old Me'/><author><name>Sue Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246951901089173781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-nO1jNKvZ4/Tm1-ptVFoYI/AAAAAAAAIjI/GmfaOGW0ZfM/s220/8b170fcee0a94b91bc1c525fbd857602_7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82161225486011236.post-2003378894472874762</id><published>2011-05-17T15:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T13:39:56.394+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kota Damansara'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dessert'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='20 Cents'/><title type='text'>Buckets Artisan Ice Cream at The Strand</title><content type='html'>The weather was extremely hot that I actually sweat in an air conditioned room. So, I bought an ice cream deal from &lt;a href="http://www.milkadeal.com/"&gt;MilkaDeal&lt;/a&gt;. 2 tubs of homemade ice cream for RM21. Pretty good deal eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Retrieved it in The Strand in Kota Damansara. Boy, this place is located super duper inside in The Strand. &lt;a href="http://wetwetwater.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20 cents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and myself were greeted by their friendly employees who allowed us to try every single ice cream flavor available. I personally love the Coconut flavor where you can bite on the coconut flesh. Yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XQkQreAHQo4/TdNbYfyd0vI/AAAAAAAAIRc/H2jmtpWHrvw/s1600/DSCF0842.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XQkQreAHQo4/TdNbYfyd0vI/AAAAAAAAIRc/H2jmtpWHrvw/s400/DSCF0842.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607926437414556402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;20 cents enjoying his ice cream :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought extra scoop of ice cream while waiting for our tubs of ice creams to be filled up. I ordered Black Sesame Ice Cream and damn.. it tasted like black sesame tong yuen. It's so good! &lt;a href="http://wetwetwater.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20 cents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ordered his and he said the waffle cone was delicious. It's not the hard type but the crunchy yet soft type. He loves it. According to the lady who served us, all the ice cream made has no coloring and preservatives. The ingredients used for the ice cream are fresh and of good quality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bSpVDG2fMpM/TdNbYPep_mI/AAAAAAAAIRU/VI-wh1oQLvE/s1600/DSCF0841.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bSpVDG2fMpM/TdNbYPep_mI/AAAAAAAAIRU/VI-wh1oQLvE/s400/DSCF0841.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607926433036500578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Black Sesame Ice Cream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We brought back two tubs of Banana and Durian flavor ice cream. It was so good! For once, I actually eat Durian Ice Cream. I don't have much pictures because my camera's battery were out when I wanted to snap more pictures. But I will definitely go back there for some tasty delights!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bMcWvk7XP2g/TdNbYlGLxSI/AAAAAAAAIRk/253KOr7NIkg/s1600/DSCF0845.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bMcWvk7XP2g/TdNbYlGLxSI/AAAAAAAAIRk/253KOr7NIkg/s400/DSCF0845.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607926438839436578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Banana Ice Cream with Nutella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/82161225486011236-2003378894472874762?l=suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/feeds/2003378894472874762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=82161225486011236&amp;postID=2003378894472874762&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/2003378894472874762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/2003378894472874762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/2011/05/buckets-artisan-ice-cream-at-strand.html' title='Buckets Artisan Ice Cream at The Strand'/><author><name>Sue Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246951901089173781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-nO1jNKvZ4/Tm1-ptVFoYI/AAAAAAAAIjI/GmfaOGW0ZfM/s220/8b170fcee0a94b91bc1c525fbd857602_7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XQkQreAHQo4/TdNbYfyd0vI/AAAAAAAAIRc/H2jmtpWHrvw/s72-c/DSCF0842.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82161225486011236.post-767557362841557816</id><published>2011-05-14T01:15:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T01:48:15.517+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Yeah Baby!</title><content type='html'>I completed my degree like a week ago. It feels really weird that I am finally done. I was busy applying for jobs here and there; got two job interviews but rejected it because I wasn't interested with their job descriptions. I am not being picky but I am just not interested. Many might think that I am so cocky and picky for rejecting job interviews but the fact is just.. I want to work in an environment where I will like the job functions and all. I want to like my first job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been "spending" my time, catching up with some old movies and dramas. And hanging out with some friends before I head back to Ipoh for some "me" time. I doubt I'll have some "me" time when I am back in Ipoh. I can see that there will some chaotic misunderstandings that will happen when I am back but heck.. I am hoping for the best. I am praying hard for some peace and support too. I have aplenty to do before I get a job and all. I seriously hope I'll get some job interviews soon. Like really soon. I am looking forward to earn some moolah already. I know it all seems so rush but I just do not want to be trapped in the procrastination era. It's going to be like Great Depression if I laze around much. I need to go for a refresher course for my driving because the last time I drove, I got pissed at&lt;a href="http://wetwetwater.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 20 cents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for scolding me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been in frustration once I finished my final paper a week ago. I don't know what triggers my frustration. My anger was at boiling point; I think it was even hotter than the boiling water I used for my tea. Maybe it's because I was pissed at myself for not being so aggressive in job applications. Maybe I am in a dilemma to decide what I really want to work as. Or maybe I was in an issue that has been there for ages and I never bother solving it because if I ever solve it, it would probably be a miracle. There are so many maybes that I am going nuts now. Maybe I just have a lot of anger in myself. I mean.. who knows? I, myself, needs to find out the real cause to my frustration. Maybe I wasn't even frustrated to begin with. I am probably just annoyed with myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a huge pile of things to pack to hit home this weekend. That's like less than 24 hours or so. And here I am expressing myself rather than packing. Damn. I should stay awake the whole night to pack. After all, I am wise; you know like owls? Owls only stay awake at night and they are wise. Oh the lame joke! Oh well.. we'll see how will I progress into the next chapter of my life.. I bet it will be an interesting journey. As for the title for this blog post, I was inspired by Austin Power's line, "Yeah, baby!" Have been watching his old movies recently and it caught my attention hence the usage of the line. Yeah baby!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/82161225486011236-767557362841557816?l=suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/feeds/767557362841557816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=82161225486011236&amp;postID=767557362841557816&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/767557362841557816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/767557362841557816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/2011/05/yeah-baby.html' title='Yeah Baby!'/><author><name>Sue Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246951901089173781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-nO1jNKvZ4/Tm1-ptVFoYI/AAAAAAAAIjI/GmfaOGW0ZfM/s220/8b170fcee0a94b91bc1c525fbd857602_7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82161225486011236.post-8797762036686794114</id><published>2011-05-06T17:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T18:08:49.108+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>I Am Officially Unemployed!</title><content type='html'>Not exactly unemployed because I have another paper to complete next Monday.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But once 9th of May is over, I am officially contributing to the unemployment rate in Malaysia. It will increase from 4% to 4.1% all because of this new unemployed fresh graduate. Ok la.. I know I am not exactly significant but heck.. you get my drift. I am currently actively applying for appropriate jobs for myself. I am actually looking forward to start working and start earning really fast. I know.. I know.. I get the statements from people that I will miss school once I start working because working ain't fun. I know.. I know.. but seriously, I rather be stress for something that I will get reward from. Besides, I do not fancy my university much. It wasn't pleasant enough for me to even bother joining the alumni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, I'll finish off my last paper and cleaned up my current rental room. Then, hoping for calls for interviews and I will be moving forward to the next chapter of life. I can't wait! Wish me the best, you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/82161225486011236-8797762036686794114?l=suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/feeds/8797762036686794114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=82161225486011236&amp;postID=8797762036686794114&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/8797762036686794114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/8797762036686794114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-am-officially-unemployed.html' title='I Am Officially Unemployed!'/><author><name>Sue Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246951901089173781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-nO1jNKvZ4/Tm1-ptVFoYI/AAAAAAAAIjI/GmfaOGW0ZfM/s220/8b170fcee0a94b91bc1c525fbd857602_7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82161225486011236.post-4916477469917023008</id><published>2011-04-29T00:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T00:18:00.449+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Days Challenge'/><title type='text'>30 Days Challenge - Day 21</title><content type='html'>Today's topic is about one of my favorite shows. I believed shows as in drama on television. I think.. to my understanding, that's a show! I have aplenty of favorite shows then. From Glee to Gossip Girl, I am all drama drama person. I love TVB dramas too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my most favorite one would be The Big Bang Theory (BBT). BBT is a comedy about 4 scientists named Sheldon, Leonard, Howard and Raj  talking about their nerdy and intelligent stuffs on everything. And there is an actress cum waitress in Cheesecake Factory named Penny who stayed across Sheldon and Leonard. It's literally an intelligent comedy. It's funny and intelligent. How to say NO to such an awesome drama?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ng_me8rHcxc/TbhFAaPT5mI/AAAAAAAAIQs/tg1B-7eMk4U/s1600/big-bang-theory.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ng_me8rHcxc/TbhFAaPT5mI/AAAAAAAAIQs/tg1B-7eMk4U/s400/big-bang-theory.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600302009981068898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It tickles me when Raj has problems talking to women and could only talk to women when he is drunk. And and Sheldon is all Bazinga! with his perfectionist characteristics. I love this show a lot! I don't know how to express my love and fanatic over this show but it's awesome! Everyone should totally watch this show! Hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/_tG4m_nSezg" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;One of the episodes :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/82161225486011236-4916477469917023008?l=suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/feeds/4916477469917023008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=82161225486011236&amp;postID=4916477469917023008&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/4916477469917023008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/4916477469917023008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/2011/04/30-days-challenge-day-21.html' title='30 Days Challenge - Day 21'/><author><name>Sue Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246951901089173781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-nO1jNKvZ4/Tm1-ptVFoYI/AAAAAAAAIjI/GmfaOGW0ZfM/s220/8b170fcee0a94b91bc1c525fbd857602_7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ng_me8rHcxc/TbhFAaPT5mI/AAAAAAAAIQs/tg1B-7eMk4U/s72-c/big-bang-theory.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82161225486011236.post-9156682781899458139</id><published>2011-04-28T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T00:16:41.262+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Days Challenge'/><title type='text'>30 Days Challenge - Day 20</title><content type='html'>"How important you think education is" would be the topic for this particular challenge. Oh well. I always think education is very important for me to progress into the next phase of life. Some things learned are pretty handy and some are just.. not so. I fair quite alright in school. I was rather an excellent student when I was in *cough* lower primary school but it went all average when I grow older. Oh well.. at least, I learned new things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about education, I learned very, very important survival skills while being in Form 6 and university. It's definitely a lesson to learn to help me to survive next time when I start working. I think it makes me stronger and mould to who I am today. University life has taught me to be a stronger and of course, aggressive person. Not aggressive as in violent but in a dictator kinda way..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People will bully you if you are too nice when you are in college or university especially when it comes to assignments. I became a dictator-like when people tried to give nonsenses like copy and paste work or lame excuses nonsenses and worst of all, not doing anything at all. Some people are just pain in the buttock by annoying you with all sorts of bullshit just to make you send your part of assignments to them so they could copy and paste. It gets on my nerves when people are getting credits for what I did. Oh the horror!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I worked in many group assignments that I learned to be careful of what to do and what not to do. I made sure I am elected to be the leader so I could delegate tasks and of course, make sure everything is in order and done before the dateline. I don't call myself perfectionist because.. oh well.. come have a look at my room. But I am definitely organized. I dislike people who does last minute work but what I dislike the most would be people giving me lame excuses of why they could not complete their assignments. And it ticked me off when some people whine and complained of how much assignments they have but the truth is.. everyone has other things to do as well. Eurgh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well! I am done with all these shits for now.. but whatever it is, education is a very important tool for future sake, I think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/82161225486011236-9156682781899458139?l=suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/feeds/9156682781899458139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=82161225486011236&amp;postID=9156682781899458139&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/9156682781899458139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/9156682781899458139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/2011/04/30-days-challenge-day-20.html' title='30 Days Challenge - Day 20'/><author><name>Sue Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246951901089173781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-nO1jNKvZ4/Tm1-ptVFoYI/AAAAAAAAIjI/GmfaOGW0ZfM/s220/8b170fcee0a94b91bc1c525fbd857602_7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82161225486011236.post-614040780920809222</id><published>2011-04-27T18:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T19:15:29.732+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>12 Days..</title><content type='html'>Guess what? I am 12 days away from completing my degree. I know.. I know.. you all must be bored reading the same thing again and again. I've probably repeat myself for like 24024820297 times. I am just really excited so I repeat about it again and again.. and again.. and again! Come on.. aren't you all excited for me too? I've been waiting for this day since 1250 days ago. That's like 3 and 1/2 years ago and I am finally done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished up all my assignments already. I am left with one thesis presentation and exams. Woot woot! Time seems to fly really fast this year. I am in my final week of studying and I'll be moving to the next phase of life really, really soon. I'll miss my friends, for sure. As for school, it is something that is not to be missed nor the place that I am currently staying. I have this thing against my area. It's dangerous and it's blah. I am looking forward to a new area that I could all adventurous about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been trying really hard to update my resume and to even send out my resume to potential future employers of mine. But I somehow procrastinate on that. I am a success driven person but lately, I have been plain lazy. Oh well. I blame nobody but myself. I shall do it tomorrow! I have to attend Bible class later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are something I am really proud of myself that I did in a month. I went to the gym twice a week and it was all fun. I went there alone and sometimes, accompanied by &lt;a href="http://redbuttockz.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RedButtockz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. I walked the treadmill, went on the cross trainer and God knows what other machines I can operate  but one thing for sure, gym is fun. It's going to expire this week. I definitely will join a gym once I start earning. I need to go all fit and slim to be able to fit into some clothes I no longer fit. Oh my Levis jeans!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I played bowling for the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; FIRST&lt;/span&gt; time in my life yesterday. It was crazy. It went into gutters at first and of course, I managed to pick up some points later on. In fact, I had a productive day yesterday. Woke up to sort of some stuffs in college. Lunch with friends and mad session of chatting. Oh man, I am going to miss all of them so much. Followed by bowling session which left my right hand sore. And I went for badminton after that. Let's just say that I have improved on badminton; no longer had to pick up much shuttlecocks. In fact, I played!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, chilled a little and off we went for karaoke session till 4am. I know.. I know.. I am crazy! But it was all fun. I wonder when will be the next time that I could actually hang out with my friends from my university phase. Awww man.. I am going to miss them a lot!! Without them, my university life would be such a bore. I do hope that I'll have time for them too once I venture into the never ending working life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got something in my chest that I meant to write since Godzilla times. I think the other reason that I stall in writing and updating resume would be confusion. I always love writing and not to boast, I am quite alright in writing. Damn.. I am being so humble. I totally think I am awesome in writing. Haha. But of course, I knew for sure that writing would not earn me much unless I am great. Awesome is not great. And of course, being in the corporate world would be easier to climb the ladder and earn more too. My friends think that I should go back to writing since I like it and I can do it. But the others think that corporate world would suit me better since I want to go for the monetary reason. I know I should not rush into all these things in just a short period but I am in a huge dilemma. Oh damn..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For money? For passion? Which path to choose? I wonder.. such heavy decision to make for someone so *ahem* young like myself.. we'll see what will happen in another 12 days. For now, I'll just apply for jobs accordingly to my qualification and specifications.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 days more..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/82161225486011236-614040780920809222?l=suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/feeds/614040780920809222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=82161225486011236&amp;postID=614040780920809222&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/614040780920809222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/614040780920809222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/2011/04/12-days.html' title='12 Days..'/><author><name>Sue Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246951901089173781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-nO1jNKvZ4/Tm1-ptVFoYI/AAAAAAAAIjI/GmfaOGW0ZfM/s220/8b170fcee0a94b91bc1c525fbd857602_7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82161225486011236.post-2605138945329808160</id><published>2011-04-26T19:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T18:41:55.017+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Petaling Jaya'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chinese Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='20 Cents'/><title type='text'>Hock Lim Wan Tan Mee, PJ State</title><content type='html'>It was Easter Sunday. Woke up really, really early so that &lt;a href="http://wetwetwater.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20 cents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and myself could go for breakfast. I always get crazy cravings for food. Reason of such cravings are because I stay alone and I am always eating the same thing as there are not much choices of food in a walking distance. Oh well.. that's a student's life! I can't wait to start working and earning for my first car!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://wetwetwater.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20 cents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; brought me to PJ State for some Wan Tan Mee because yes, I had cravings for Wan Tan Mee. He told me about this awesome wantan noodles like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALL THE TIME&lt;/span&gt;. He finally brought me there on Easter Sunday. A miracle indeed. Hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EyahkQnP9jI/TbVZZ9t9McI/AAAAAAAAIQc/6h7F8iE-xIs/s1600/DSCF0838.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EyahkQnP9jI/TbVZZ9t9McI/AAAAAAAAIQc/6h7F8iE-xIs/s400/DSCF0838.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599480014303998402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mine!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what? I love it! I love wantan mee that aren't too gravy-ish. It should be a little drier with the black soy sauce and God knows what sauce they put in all mix together to sooth my tastebuds. Topped the noodles with some char siew (roasted pork) and it's ready to be eaten! Ordered a big bowl of wantans because I am a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HUGE&lt;/span&gt; fan of wantan and anything dumpling. I love it to bits!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WHwzBhjHNWM/TbVZZvyGbbI/AAAAAAAAIQU/Gj93jnzkrwM/s1600/DSCF0837.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WHwzBhjHNWM/TbVZZvyGbbI/AAAAAAAAIQU/Gj93jnzkrwM/s400/DSCF0837.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599480010563284402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The wantan mee with char siew which I adore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LHcxyKna-Y8/TbVZZ3UHpCI/AAAAAAAAIQk/zWtt9M0mLKA/s1600/DSCF0839.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LHcxyKna-Y8/TbVZZ3UHpCI/AAAAAAAAIQk/zWtt9M0mLKA/s400/DSCF0839.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599480012585018402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Yummy wantans!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writing about this makes me crave and drool for a good plate of Hock Lim's wantan mee! This Sunday perhaps? Anyone up for a plate of awesome wantan mee with me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/82161225486011236-2605138945329808160?l=suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/feeds/2605138945329808160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=82161225486011236&amp;postID=2605138945329808160&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/2605138945329808160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/2605138945329808160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/2011/04/hock-lim-wan-tan-mee-pj-state.html' title='Hock Lim Wan Tan Mee, PJ State'/><author><name>Sue Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246951901089173781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-nO1jNKvZ4/Tm1-ptVFoYI/AAAAAAAAIjI/GmfaOGW0ZfM/s220/8b170fcee0a94b91bc1c525fbd857602_7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EyahkQnP9jI/TbVZZ9t9McI/AAAAAAAAIQc/6h7F8iE-xIs/s72-c/DSCF0838.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82161225486011236.post-7415928962251975331</id><published>2011-04-25T19:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T18:31:17.995+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kota Damansara'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dessert'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='20 Cents'/><title type='text'>My Honeymoon, Kota Damansara</title><content type='html'>After our Rosemary Bites' dinner, we decided to go for some dessert. Our initial plan was Snowflakes in KD but the place was mad packed with people. So, we opted for My Honeymoon which is like a few doors away from Snowflakes. KD is like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE&lt;/span&gt; place for food and shopping. There's so much things there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, My Honeymoon logo is rather obscene. Don't you think so? It reminded me of something that has two erm.. balls and one stick. Now now.. don't get too far drifted away with such an idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0-YY54-5agY/TbVYvfyJPiI/AAAAAAAAIPc/HF4saCOe_oI/s1600/DSCF0824.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0-YY54-5agY/TbVYvfyJPiI/AAAAAAAAIPc/HF4saCOe_oI/s400/DSCF0824.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599479284713995810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Honeymoon logo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ordered our very own desserts and some Durian and Mango Pancakes to share. I don't take durians and the rest thinks it was good so I guess it's all good. Mango Pancakes was good! I am a crazy mango fans so anything that says mango and cream.. I love it! And it was served cold. It's good twice! And &lt;a href="http://wetwetwater.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20 cents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; bloody dared me to eat Durian Pancakes with no reward. Obviously, I won't do it! Eeee.. say &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt; to durian! I did another silly thing as well that night. I unlock an IPhone with my tongue!! I know.. I know.. I am gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--Jz1XtAEiZU/TbVYvj-DK3I/AAAAAAAAIPk/TbfKwdPQIVI/s1600/DSCF0825.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--Jz1XtAEiZU/TbVYvj-DK3I/AAAAAAAAIPk/TbfKwdPQIVI/s400/DSCF0825.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599479285837671282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The pancakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The prices here in My Honeymoon is rather costly if you ask me. I guess that's like the standard price for desserts now.. inflation and everything goes up but never comes down. I had Tofu Ice with strawberry sauce and some jelly toppings which caused like RM10. Pretty costly for a bowl of soya bean flavor shavings with some sauce and a wee bit of toppings as well as a teeny weeny piece of mango. Taste wise was alright though. I like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b-vAlcs7J2M/TbVZCTVSrGI/AAAAAAAAIQE/0yJDVCYT414/s1600/DSCF0834.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b-vAlcs7J2M/TbVZCTVSrGI/AAAAAAAAIQE/0yJDVCYT414/s400/DSCF0834.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599479607789268066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bryan's Mango Mariko?&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/-WJtCP7mRQws/TbVYwfZt46I/AAAAAAAAIP8/1WZcXppPkmY/s1600/DSCF0832.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WJtCP7mRQws/TbVYwfZt46I/AAAAAAAAIP8/1WZcXppPkmY/s400/DSCF0832.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599479301791409058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Tofu Ice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest commented that their desserts are alright too. But I preferred &lt;a href="http://wetwetwater.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20 cents' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Assorted Fruits with Black Sago. Yummy! It was all fruits with chewy black sago. I should have order that next time. As for&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; Francis&lt;/span&gt;' dessert, he was adventurous so he ordered this ermm.. Marble Tau Foo Fa. It was actually black sesame and soya bean made into beancurd. The look wasn't appealing at all. It looked like cement. Taste wise.. not cement-ish if added in the ginger sugar. Oh well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GzvTz5TC5a4/TbVYwI9CZqI/AAAAAAAAIP0/qEy2BvOBo_g/s1600/DSCF0830.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GzvTz5TC5a4/TbVYwI9CZqI/AAAAAAAAIP0/qEy2BvOBo_g/s400/DSCF0830.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599479295765538466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Geri's Honeydew Lo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kjkmh4ja15E/TbVYwMVRCJI/AAAAAAAAIPs/garxD65wEM0/s1600/DSCF0827.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kjkmh4ja15E/TbVYwMVRCJI/AAAAAAAAIPs/garxD65wEM0/s400/DSCF0827.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599479296672467090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20 cents' Assorted Fruits with Black Sago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U8hRqL232tc/TbVZCuMmbaI/AAAAAAAAIQM/LH6R7RNv9M4/s1600/DSCF0836.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U8hRqL232tc/TbVZCuMmbaI/AAAAAAAAIQM/LH6R7RNv9M4/s400/DSCF0836.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599479615000571298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Francis' Marble Tau Foo Fa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's our Saturday night makan adventure! It's always fun to go for makan-makan with great people and great food. I can't wait to start working to finally treat these awesome people with great food!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/82161225486011236-7415928962251975331?l=suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/feeds/7415928962251975331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=82161225486011236&amp;postID=7415928962251975331&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/7415928962251975331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/7415928962251975331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-honeymoon-kota-damansara.html' title='My Honeymoon, Kota Damansara'/><author><name>Sue Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246951901089173781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-nO1jNKvZ4/Tm1-ptVFoYI/AAAAAAAAIjI/GmfaOGW0ZfM/s220/8b170fcee0a94b91bc1c525fbd857602_7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0-YY54-5agY/TbVYvfyJPiI/AAAAAAAAIPc/HF4saCOe_oI/s72-c/DSCF0824.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82161225486011236.post-1903687713443233863</id><published>2011-04-25T18:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T19:11:28.349+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Western Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aman Suria'/><title type='text'>Rosemary Bites Restaurant, Aman Suria</title><content type='html'>Bought two vouchers from &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.milkadeal.com"&gt;MilkaDeal&lt;/a&gt; for myself and &lt;a href="http://wetwetwater.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20 cents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, of course.  Printed the vouchers and went for our late dinner with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Geri&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; Francis&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; Bryan&lt;/span&gt;. Rosemary Bites is located at the same row as Kayu in Aman Suria. Rosemary Bites is a very homey American restaurant. Pretty cool ambiance if you ask me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XqsBUtfoq70/TbVTEzgAVRI/AAAAAAAAIOk/D8NqWPepnMk/s1600/DSCF0822.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XqsBUtfoq70/TbVTEzgAVRI/AAAAAAAAIOk/D8NqWPepnMk/s400/DSCF0822.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599473053714109714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The signage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XcTO8MBWfJc/TbVTFMZDTmI/AAAAAAAAIOs/v4y87Oyyap4/s1600/DSCF0821.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XcTO8MBWfJc/TbVTFMZDTmI/AAAAAAAAIOs/v4y87Oyyap4/s400/DSCF0821.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599473060395830882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The entrance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lU7gEbZAfrM/TbVTFoXMDeI/AAAAAAAAIO0/Vk91FAIKVQY/s1600/DSCF0810.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lU7gEbZAfrM/TbVTFoXMDeI/AAAAAAAAIO0/Vk91FAIKVQY/s400/DSCF0810.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599473067904208354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Homey American ambiance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The voucher redeemed came with a drink, soup and main course. Kickstarted our meal with some refreshing cool lemonade. Followed by the Wild Mushroom Soup and Garlic Bread. Then, came along our Columbus Lamb Chop. Personally, I really like the garlic bread. It smells really, really good and tasted really, really good too. Dipped into the soup for some extra kick of mushroom taste. It was a good combination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AG8v6HHV7zk/TbVTGPVtc0I/AAAAAAAAIO8/S1H5Q6E1reE/s1600/DSCF0812.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AG8v6HHV7zk/TbVTGPVtc0I/AAAAAAAAIO8/S1H5Q6E1reE/s400/DSCF0812.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599473078366991170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Lemonade served cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7tsZqlIZ_PA/TbVTGXAPMAI/AAAAAAAAIPE/BryfbS87EEs/s1600/DSCF0815.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7tsZqlIZ_PA/TbVTGXAPMAI/AAAAAAAAIPE/BryfbS87EEs/s400/DSCF0815.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599473080424411138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wild Mushroom Soup and Garlic Bread&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the Lamb Chop, I love the mushroom sauce. And you could request for black pepper sauce too. The lamb chop was cooked to perfection together with some fries and salsa. &lt;a href="http://wetwetwater.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20 cents &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;loves this place that he said we could come back again next time. Yay!! Service was alright except for this small incident we had. We ordered our desserts with one waitress and asked to serve after dinner. But when we finished our dinner, we somehow did not get our desserts because we were told that the restaurant is closing and there weren't any orders to the kitchen before this. A little misunderstanding but oh well.. good food and good company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EIMtg6Q9K40/TbVV2BF9u6I/AAAAAAAAIPM/fVlJlH_YQqA/s1600/DSCF0819.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EIMtg6Q9K40/TbVV2BF9u6I/AAAAAAAAIPM/fVlJlH_YQqA/s400/DSCF0819.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599476098199829410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Columbus Lamb Chop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IOZ-GJQ53EY/TbVV2Hr3BaI/AAAAAAAAIPU/ilztoYqQp-4/s1600/DSCF0817.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IOZ-GJQ53EY/TbVV2Hr3BaI/AAAAAAAAIPU/ilztoYqQp-4/s400/DSCF0817.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599476099969385890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Bryan's Steak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will definitely go back again :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/82161225486011236-1903687713443233863?l=suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/feeds/1903687713443233863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=82161225486011236&amp;postID=1903687713443233863&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/1903687713443233863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/1903687713443233863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/2011/04/rosemary-bites-restaurant-aman-suria.html' title='Rosemary Bites Restaurant, Aman Suria'/><author><name>Sue Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246951901089173781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-nO1jNKvZ4/Tm1-ptVFoYI/AAAAAAAAIjI/GmfaOGW0ZfM/s220/8b170fcee0a94b91bc1c525fbd857602_7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XqsBUtfoq70/TbVTEzgAVRI/AAAAAAAAIOk/D8NqWPepnMk/s72-c/DSCF0822.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82161225486011236.post-4392420321393399849</id><published>2011-04-15T07:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T07:17:00.252+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Days Challenge'/><title type='text'>30 Days Challenge - Day 19</title><content type='html'>Today's topic is "Disrespecting my parents." I would say this is something very sensitive. I don't really like writing much about my family; partially because it is personal. And of course, I wouldn't know what nonsense I will come about that will somehow offend other people about their parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I respect both my parents because they are my parents. They are the one that gave me education, love and all the things that come in the package labeled love. I was once upon a time a rebel and it got into my parents' nerves of my crazy personality. Trust me! It takes forever for my parents to actually understand what I want.. I bet they are still clueless now. I have a rather formal relationship with them when it comes to conversation. I guess it's normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing for sure, I will never ever disrespect them because without them, I would not be here today. Besides, why the hell would one disrespect their parents? They provide and gave you a life to this planet. I don't think there would be any good excuse to disrespect your parents unless one is abandoned by their parents or they have screwed up people as their parents. That's another issue altogether. I should be talking about mine..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I do wish I have a much friendly relationship with them where they treat me as friends and vice versa but it just doesn't work that way. Oh well.. I love them and they love me. Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See.. told you.. there's nothing much to talk about in this department.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/82161225486011236-4392420321393399849?l=suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/feeds/4392420321393399849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=82161225486011236&amp;postID=4392420321393399849&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/4392420321393399849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/4392420321393399849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/2011/04/30-days-challenge-day-19.html' title='30 Days Challenge - Day 19'/><author><name>Sue Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246951901089173781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-nO1jNKvZ4/Tm1-ptVFoYI/AAAAAAAAIjI/GmfaOGW0ZfM/s220/8b170fcee0a94b91bc1c525fbd857602_7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82161225486011236.post-8654381721389764018</id><published>2011-04-14T07:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T07:15:00.788+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Days Challenge'/><title type='text'>30 Days Challenge - Day 18</title><content type='html'>Another day, another challenge. This time, it's about my beliefs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally I don't like to talk much about my beliefs because it's rather personal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I could say is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all, folks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/82161225486011236-8654381721389764018?l=suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/feeds/8654381721389764018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=82161225486011236&amp;postID=8654381721389764018&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/8654381721389764018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/8654381721389764018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/2011/04/30-days-challenge-day-18.html' title='30 Days Challenge - Day 18'/><author><name>Sue Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246951901089173781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-nO1jNKvZ4/Tm1-ptVFoYI/AAAAAAAAIjI/GmfaOGW0ZfM/s220/8b170fcee0a94b91bc1c525fbd857602_7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82161225486011236.post-1142070150072236775</id><published>2011-04-13T07:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T07:00:02.371+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Days Challenge'/><title type='text'>30 Days Challenge - Day 17</title><content type='html'>I am actually busy with my assignments and thesis but I am bored and stressed out. I decided to do some blogging because writing somehow gives me a sense of peace. I know.. I know.. I am weird. But writing makes me happy. I can come up with a blog post in mere minutes partially because I have so much to tell. Oh well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to continue this 30 Days Challenge since it has been awhile since I neglected it. Day 17 is about the highs and lows of my past year. Seriously, I rather not talk about the lows because past is past. I move on. Let's just focus on the highs, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2010 was a rather pleasant year for me. It was my final year in university.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Korea with my family in February. I witnessed snow for the very first time in my life. Pretty cool eh? Celebrated Chinese New Year away from home for the first time too. I love all these first times thingy. Korea was fun especially knowing that I could see snow everyday. And did I mention that I tried skiing for the very first time too? It wasn't pleasant especially when I kept on falling on my bum. Oh damn.. I miss Korea already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IQPWzbbdQAg/TaQg9KtR26I/AAAAAAAAINk/fwfV-MHqgNU/s1600/17364_304232487683_580827683_3645798_3895588_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IQPWzbbdQAg/TaQg9KtR26I/AAAAAAAAINk/fwfV-MHqgNU/s400/17364_304232487683_580827683_3645798_3895588_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594632872319376290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Snow everywhere!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L1h2uhiXS5A/TaQgwirxC4I/AAAAAAAAINU/ZYOxwNZX0IY/s1600/17364_304232332683_580827683_3645783_676150_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L1h2uhiXS5A/TaQgwirxC4I/AAAAAAAAINU/ZYOxwNZX0IY/s400/17364_304232332683_580827683_3645783_676150_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594632655417183106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Snow tasted salty wtf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8tWss8e_rNg/TaQg2GWXJvI/AAAAAAAAINc/AA1raU2gmj0/s1600/18464_300803567683_580827683_3634604_8316685_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8tWss8e_rNg/TaQg2GWXJvI/AAAAAAAAINc/AA1raU2gmj0/s400/18464_300803567683_580827683_3634604_8316685_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594632750890428146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Skiing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was baptized in April during Easter last year. It was the greatest experience ever. I was immersed into the water in church and the water was so warm. And of course, baptism means I am just strengthening my relationship with God. It was one of the most awesome thing I ever had in life, so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0hQTfTpkeko/TaQhMbom14I/AAAAAAAAINs/J-QqgVHLTs0/s1600/24208_379503457683_580827683_3972804_1130613_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0hQTfTpkeko/TaQhMbom14I/AAAAAAAAINs/J-QqgVHLTs0/s400/24208_379503457683_580827683_3972804_1130613_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594633134561220482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My precious!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visited my cousins and aunt in Singapore in May. Had my hair rebonded. It was once long, silky and smooth. Oh the awesomeness! Spent some time with the BFF too. Gosh.. I miss him already!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vhnqp_1TBIo/TaQhaN9g9dI/AAAAAAAAIN0/89NnBjH67qA/s1600/31370_394397387683_580827683_4327075_4158634_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vhnqp_1TBIo/TaQhaN9g9dI/AAAAAAAAIN0/89NnBjH67qA/s400/31370_394397387683_580827683_4327075_4158634_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594633371408987602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My pretty, pretty rebonded hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August is like the most hectic birthdays month because everyone seems to be celebrating their birthdays in August. Had a surprise birthday party thrown by 20 cents for the first time. We usually just go out for dinner or an outing on our birthdays but he threw me a "surprise" birthday dinner with our close friends. Pretty awesome eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yW4vcpKrz08/TaQiXI25k-I/AAAAAAAAIOc/esMwSh8OKPc/s1600/40437_492728102587_769197587_6391293_7773053_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 346px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yW4vcpKrz08/TaQiXI25k-I/AAAAAAAAIOc/esMwSh8OKPc/s400/40437_492728102587_769197587_6391293_7773053_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594634418011083746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I turned 23. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conquered my fear towards reptiles where I had to held some creepy crawlies during college fair thingy for my class. I think this was December. I feel so awesome that I held all these cold and creepy animals. Eeee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dZkVObskLmw/TaQhqP_YBeI/AAAAAAAAIN8/a8Ze6QnwXFo/s1600/54399_458815412683_580827683_5763047_7837253_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dZkVObskLmw/TaQhqP_YBeI/AAAAAAAAIN8/a8Ze6QnwXFo/s400/54399_458815412683_580827683_5763047_7837253_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594633646831568354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eeee.. scorpion!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrated Christmas with friends in KL. Had a pre-celebration with my college mates for some Japanese buffet in Maiu and exchange gifts too. And church celebration was good. Tried my very first Hoegaarden too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uV8QhZFCcbY/TaQh2xxjA9I/AAAAAAAAIOE/RDa3rGVQ_MM/s1600/131583_471696637683_580827683_5948688_7331084_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uV8QhZFCcbY/TaQh2xxjA9I/AAAAAAAAIOE/RDa3rGVQ_MM/s400/131583_471696637683_580827683_5948688_7331084_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594633862058804178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gifts exchange!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x0rd2XxqEXY/TaQiMa98_DI/AAAAAAAAIOM/X5sOQzNro6c/s1600/163280_478888557683_580827683_6062775_6662592_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x0rd2XxqEXY/TaQiMa98_DI/AAAAAAAAIOM/X5sOQzNro6c/s400/163280_478888557683_580827683_6062775_6662592_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594634233893944370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hoegaarden was yummy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That sums up my awesome 2010. I don't recall much actually. I was just following the albums' dates on my Facebook account. Haha.. 2010 was great. 2011 has been great so far.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/82161225486011236-1142070150072236775?l=suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/feeds/1142070150072236775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=82161225486011236&amp;postID=1142070150072236775&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/1142070150072236775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/1142070150072236775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/2011/04/30-days-challenge-day-17.html' title='30 Days Challenge - Day 17'/><author><name>Sue Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246951901089173781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-nO1jNKvZ4/Tm1-ptVFoYI/AAAAAAAAIjI/GmfaOGW0ZfM/s220/8b170fcee0a94b91bc1c525fbd857602_7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IQPWzbbdQAg/TaQg9KtR26I/AAAAAAAAINk/fwfV-MHqgNU/s72-c/17364_304232487683_580827683_3645798_3895588_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82161225486011236.post-4061355337594673554</id><published>2011-04-12T15:47:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T17:13:29.103+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Western Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Subang Jaya'/><title type='text'>My RM10 Lunch !</title><content type='html'>Ok la.. not exactly RM10 because I had dessert and a chowder to go with that RM10 lunch. If you are &lt;s&gt;cheapskate&lt;/s&gt; student like myself, you'd probably heard about the ongoing Student Promotion of Manhattan Fish Market (MFM). I found out of this promotion from my far, far cousin who was on my Facebook. So I tagged all my friends and we decided to go there for lunch today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M08ybVkWKuc/TaQLWnd7CUI/AAAAAAAAIMM/C1IrTepuBCE/s1600/220741_10150159410650680_693230679_6612002_3845281_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M08ybVkWKuc/TaQLWnd7CUI/AAAAAAAAIMM/C1IrTepuBCE/s400/220741_10150159410650680_693230679_6612002_3845281_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594609120280512834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The coupons!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the Subang Parade outlet because there weren't much crowd there. Personally, I love seafood especially the rice served by MFM. Maybe I expected a lot from this lunch set. I am cool with the "normal" portion but somehow the food wasn't up to standard. There were eight of us and seven of us had Seafood 101. The fish was good but the calamari was sooooooooo chewy and hard that I didn't even want to touch it. Whatever happened to soft fried calamari?? Knowing the portion isn't going to be enough for me, I added Chowder of the Day for myself. It was seafood chowder and I love it. I love chowder and hot soups! Damn.. am craving for Clam Chowder now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9wLKf6KPRsk/TaQMnsyO53I/AAAAAAAAIMU/1dLnkYPAFrE/s1600/220311_10150159410770680_693230679_6612004_6764032_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 313px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9wLKf6KPRsk/TaQMnsyO53I/AAAAAAAAIMU/1dLnkYPAFrE/s400/220311_10150159410770680_693230679_6612004_6764032_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594610513277282162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Seafood Chowder at RM4.90&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p-5oF3WG3pA/TaQM1yq6iDI/AAAAAAAAIMc/ABRQjtrgJnM/s1600/218703_10150159411350680_693230679_6612013_2554723_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p-5oF3WG3pA/TaQM1yq6iDI/AAAAAAAAIMc/ABRQjtrgJnM/s400/218703_10150159411350680_693230679_6612013_2554723_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594610755375368242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seafood 101&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drinks were bottomless so I had two cans of Diet Coke and one huge glass of Iced Lemon Tea. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Yee Kit aka Ah Xian&lt;/span&gt; asked me to drink at least &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FIVE&lt;/span&gt; cans because the drink was RM5.90. I could totally die from diabetes if I ever do so. Shared a dessert with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;CY&lt;/span&gt;. We had Mud Pie and it was rather good. Yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MkAB-UZ0hkQ/TaQOkoi3V8I/AAAAAAAAIMk/7pserVwLG7Q/s1600/209053_10150159421170680_693230679_6612045_4296939_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 252px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MkAB-UZ0hkQ/TaQOkoi3V8I/AAAAAAAAIMk/7pserVwLG7Q/s400/209053_10150159421170680_693230679_6612045_4296939_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594612659622729666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mud Pie at RM3.95 because it was on 50%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zyEaWfnnLiM/TaQPKbeyJ5I/AAAAAAAAIMs/Mt40j3rDq0g/s1600/204619_10150159421095680_693230679_6612044_6004886_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 393px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zyEaWfnnLiM/TaQPKbeyJ5I/AAAAAAAAIMs/Mt40j3rDq0g/s400/204619_10150159421095680_693230679_6612044_6004886_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594613308950980498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tuscany Tiramisu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PLt9O16mlSc/TaQPU2tYaZI/AAAAAAAAIM8/Ze0rgqHon0w/s1600/204555_10150159421005680_693230679_6612043_2870435_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 285px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PLt9O16mlSc/TaQPU2tYaZI/AAAAAAAAIM8/Ze0rgqHon0w/s400/204555_10150159421005680_693230679_6612043_2870435_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594613488058657170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Brownie with Ice Cream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not mind going again but definitely not going to order Seafood 101 because of the hard, chewy calamari and squid. I would either order All Star Fish &amp;amp; Chips or Cala Alia Olio. Better be safe eh even though it was only RM10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos all taken by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Yeekit &lt;/span&gt;using his HTC mobile phone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/82161225486011236-4061355337594673554?l=suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/feeds/4061355337594673554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=82161225486011236&amp;postID=4061355337594673554&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/4061355337594673554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/4061355337594673554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-rm10-lunch.html' title='My RM10 Lunch !'/><author><name>Sue Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246951901089173781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-nO1jNKvZ4/Tm1-ptVFoYI/AAAAAAAAIjI/GmfaOGW0ZfM/s220/8b170fcee0a94b91bc1c525fbd857602_7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M08ybVkWKuc/TaQLWnd7CUI/AAAAAAAAIMM/C1IrTepuBCE/s72-c/220741_10150159410650680_693230679_6612002_3845281_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82161225486011236.post-6511679439946982603</id><published>2011-04-11T17:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T18:15:45.432+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>28 Days..</title><content type='html'>Been busy &lt;s&gt;procrastinating&lt;/s&gt; with assignments and thesis lately. And I managed to squeeze some time for gym; partially because I bought it for RM30 and it will only last me for a month. Oh well.. better than nothing. I rather like gym if I could afford it. Will definitely to go for gym once I am earning. I need to lose HALF of myself. There are so many nice dresses out there that I want to buy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Managed to finish up most of my assignments today. I have another one to go and also my thesis and I am done! Of course, with many presentations to go. After all, I am only 28 days away from completing this torturous ordeal of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LIBGtK2-M88/TaLUqolCrVI/AAAAAAAAIME/QWSEt1oTMm8/s1600/me%2B%25285%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LIBGtK2-M88/TaLUqolCrVI/AAAAAAAAIME/QWSEt1oTMm8/s400/me%2B%25285%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594267516059954514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Motivation picture to lose weights!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got aplenty to say but I am rather tired from squeezing my brain juice for assignment. 28 days more to go!! Woot!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/82161225486011236-6511679439946982603?l=suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/feeds/6511679439946982603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=82161225486011236&amp;postID=6511679439946982603&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/6511679439946982603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/6511679439946982603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/2011/04/28-days.html' title='28 Days..'/><author><name>Sue Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246951901089173781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-nO1jNKvZ4/Tm1-ptVFoYI/AAAAAAAAIjI/GmfaOGW0ZfM/s220/8b170fcee0a94b91bc1c525fbd857602_7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LIBGtK2-M88/TaLUqolCrVI/AAAAAAAAIME/QWSEt1oTMm8/s72-c/me%2B%25285%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82161225486011236.post-5586924981785933019</id><published>2011-04-04T19:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T20:45:04.651+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>35 Days Away..</title><content type='html'>This is it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am 35 days away from completing my degree. Can you feel my excitement? Well, my excitement comes with anxiety because I am piled up with tonnes and loads of assignments and thesis to complete. Three weeks to complete everything before my final, final exam. Three weeks suddenly feel so near.. oh man! I need to stop listening to Bruno Mars' The Lazy Song already! It's making me lazier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dmBILYUth5g/TZm8SJ1Y54I/AAAAAAAAILs/U8FY6QCKLs0/s1600/DSCF0804%2B-%2BCopy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dmBILYUth5g/TZm8SJ1Y54I/AAAAAAAAILs/U8FY6QCKLs0/s400/DSCF0804%2B-%2BCopy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591707432420697986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;To entertain me when I am stressed out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am trying really hard to update my resume so I can start applying jobs. There seems to be a lot to do. Oh damn.. if only I started earlier and I will be able to complete all my assignments and concentrate on my application of jobs. So many things to complete and I started gym last Friday. Bought the deal from Milkadeal and I am hoping to get into shape before job interviews. I quite enjoy gym because it feels awesome to work out. I wonder how long I could be discipline enough to lose those excess flabs and fats. I die die also must get rid of the fats because it sucks to not able to get clothes and dresses. I feel as if my self-esteem somehow downgraded to ground zero everytime I tried on dresses and I couldn't fit into it. Oh damn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the temptation for food is just really hard to resist. How how how? I am trying to reduce my intake of rice and I think I am doing quite alright so far. We'll see how it goes. I better not talk much about it or all the efforts would be wasted! As nutty as I am, I get agitated if I do not see results in my efforts. I am so kiasu like wtf! But I am actually not.. oh well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lRV5uduDz3k/TZm8-IXeQfI/AAAAAAAAIL0/sgju-I8T330/s1600/DSCF0803%2B-%2BCopy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lRV5uduDz3k/TZm8-IXeQfI/AAAAAAAAIL0/sgju-I8T330/s400/DSCF0803%2B-%2BCopy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591708187941028338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Got this for RM10 and it was good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am about to start a new chapter in my life. I am seriously looking forward to it. I guess I am little sick of studying for so long. Probably will consider doing MBA when I am financially stable. I just want to finish off everything now so I could give my brain a break. My brain has been working too hard by thinking too much of what to do and what not to do. Seriously, I have no clue what I am writing or talking about. I feel so clueless suddenly. I just want to tell the whole wide world that I am 35 days away from graduation and that's it. I know.. I am so wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I want to wear that bloody robe and mortar board that everyone else worn before!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I better get my fingers typing on those assignments instead of blogging and Facebook-ing. Facebook is just too addictive!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/82161225486011236-5586924981785933019?l=suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/feeds/5586924981785933019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=82161225486011236&amp;postID=5586924981785933019&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/5586924981785933019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/5586924981785933019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/2011/04/35-days-away.html' title='35 Days Away..'/><author><name>Sue Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246951901089173781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-nO1jNKvZ4/Tm1-ptVFoYI/AAAAAAAAIjI/GmfaOGW0ZfM/s220/8b170fcee0a94b91bc1c525fbd857602_7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dmBILYUth5g/TZm8SJ1Y54I/AAAAAAAAILs/U8FY6QCKLs0/s72-c/DSCF0804%2B-%2BCopy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82161225486011236.post-2455025856961359501</id><published>2011-03-29T01:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T01:43:43.232+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>This Only Means One Thing...</title><content type='html'>I am blogging at this hour means I am either having insomnia or I am busy finishing my assignments. Oh yes.. I just finished my assignments and now sending out the final details to my group members. Actually, I do not mind having group assignments but sometimes, I just hated it. I just do not like the idea of last minute work and I have to make sure that everything is in order or I would not be able to sleep. I know.. sounded like a perfectionist eh? I am not..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.. I am 1.5 months away from graduation. Something to look forward to after 3 years of misery and hell.. there are so many memories here that I wished to wipe off. Not the knowledge; of course.. just really cold and uncool memories. The problem is.. I have a freaking good memory on bad stuffs. I know.. I should totally press DELETE on these memories. It drives me nuts when I think about it. It makes me go all emotional and teary when I think about it. But I guess all these bad memories make me stronger as a person today. And of course, the experiences with all these nonsensical stuffs I had to go through somehow made me think properly. I am exactly the most mature person on the block but I believe that I have make myself to think somewhat mature in a way that I do not just complain about some stuffs. I still complain.. about the weather, about the food and the insects that bloody bite me but definitely not the cold, hardcore experience that I have to go through. You know what I mean.. some things are better kept to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April is just three days away and I am excited already. I just want to finish off all my assignments and my thesis and I am outta here. If I can manage crazy, hectic semesters like the previous one, I bet I could handle this too. I just need to be a little diligent than I was before to ensure everything goes smoothly. And of course, some help from Him is awesome too. After all, He is great. I was so happy that I managed to go for worship last Sunday because I usually missed it. I always wake up late on Sundays and it has become a really bad habit of mine which I need to change real bad. I always tell myself to wake up early but I always fail. Oh come on.. I can do this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for now, I am off to bed and will wake up to a brand new day of great things and great blessings from Him. Good night, world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: My lips are so dry that it needs aplenty of help from Raspberry Lip Balm from The Body Shop. &lt;a href="http://wetwetwater.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20 cents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, you know what to do eh? hehehe..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/82161225486011236-2455025856961359501?l=suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/feeds/2455025856961359501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=82161225486011236&amp;postID=2455025856961359501&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/2455025856961359501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/2455025856961359501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/2011/03/this-only-means-one-thing.html' title='This Only Means One Thing...'/><author><name>Sue Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246951901089173781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-nO1jNKvZ4/Tm1-ptVFoYI/AAAAAAAAIjI/GmfaOGW0ZfM/s220/8b170fcee0a94b91bc1c525fbd857602_7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82161225486011236.post-6444361378209616731</id><published>2011-03-23T18:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T18:22:00.163+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Western Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alcohol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bangsar South'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weekend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='20 Cents'/><title type='text'>Sid's Pub, Bangsar South</title><content type='html'>Friday nights are always awesome. Maybe because I always have awesome ones. After our Ristretto outing, we headed over to Sid's Pub in Bangsar South because I was *ahem* craving for some beer. I know.. I know.. so unlike me right? For someone who cannot drink much alcoholic drinks, it is indeed a bizarre craving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this is my second visit here in Sid's Pub. The first visit was during &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Miss Mynx'&lt;/span&gt;s birthday. I personally think it's cosy pub to just chill out on weekends. Maybe minus all the smokes from the patrons. I get very agitated at smoke simply because I am very sensitive to it. Oh well.. who am I to complain right? Ordered Strongbow Cider for us girls and the boys had Kilkenny. Topped up with a Snakebite to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AYvtNcJlQGs/TYdVPYe6QhI/AAAAAAAAIKs/Q2OVszOvoQ8/s1600/DSCF0721.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AYvtNcJlQGs/TYdVPYe6QhI/AAAAAAAAIKs/Q2OVszOvoQ8/s400/DSCF0721.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586527585534886418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Kilkenny for the boys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only like Strongbow because it ain't that bitter and it tasted a little like sparkling juice. I am sucker for something gassy and sweet-ish. Hoegaarden comes second after this beer. 20 cents said I am high class beer drinker. Oh well.. local beer doesn't do justice to my internal organs. It gets hot and stuffy after half of a can or something. Damn.. And I only like icy cold beer. Anything that is not cold can been thrown into the sea or something..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P4maXpQ6hSo/TYdVPszdm2I/AAAAAAAAIK0/P-PQfSZd4Hk/s1600/DSCF0723.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P4maXpQ6hSo/TYdVPszdm2I/AAAAAAAAIK0/P-PQfSZd4Hk/s400/DSCF0723.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586527590989798242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Strongbow Cider&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VgYejEIZjnM/TYdVPrToNEI/AAAAAAAAIK8/7hJzv0jkzO8/s1600/DSCF0724.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VgYejEIZjnM/TYdVPrToNEI/AAAAAAAAIK8/7hJzv0jkzO8/s400/DSCF0724.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586527590587839554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Snakebite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beer always goes well with finger foods. Had some chips with mayonaise and Pigs in Blankets. Pigs in Blankets is awesomeness! It's a piece of sausage wrapped with bacon. Yummy! It goes really well with the spicy mustard that somehow tasted like wasabi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DE9ffa57Ur0/TYdVP1QEj0I/AAAAAAAAILE/DZKQSU2jG9M/s1600/DSCF0728.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DE9ffa57Ur0/TYdVP1QEj0I/AAAAAAAAILE/DZKQSU2jG9M/s400/DSCF0728.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586527593257275202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3E2GubBzGgA/TYdVcWCe0eI/AAAAAAAAILU/TBzoxJRdkhk/s1600/DSCF0729.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3E2GubBzGgA/TYdVcWCe0eI/AAAAAAAAILU/TBzoxJRdkhk/s400/DSCF0729.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586527808217076194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pigs in Blankets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q8xVmwBjifk/TYdVQWmoWFI/AAAAAAAAILM/wvnEoheOyao/s1600/DSCF0730.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q8xVmwBjifk/TYdVQWmoWFI/AAAAAAAAILM/wvnEoheOyao/s400/DSCF0730.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586527602210265170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Babi Dalam Selimut?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will definitely visit here again because I sooooo wanted to try their Shepherd's Pie. I have this crazy obsession towards pie with aplenty of gravy and hot piping potatoes. I can see that I will be making aplenty of pies once I get an oven. My oven plan has to be postponed because I need to finish off my other stuffs in the checklist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am looking forward to go Sid's Pub again for some beer and perhaps, Shepherd's Pie. &lt;a href="http://wetwetwater.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20 cents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, *ahem* when are we going again eh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/82161225486011236-6444361378209616731?l=suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/feeds/6444361378209616731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=82161225486011236&amp;postID=6444361378209616731&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/6444361378209616731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/6444361378209616731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/2011/03/sids-pub-bangsar-south.html' title='Sid&apos;s Pub, Bangsar South'/><author><name>Sue Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246951901089173781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-nO1jNKvZ4/Tm1-ptVFoYI/AAAAAAAAIjI/GmfaOGW0ZfM/s220/8b170fcee0a94b91bc1c525fbd857602_7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AYvtNcJlQGs/TYdVPYe6QhI/AAAAAAAAIKs/Q2OVszOvoQ8/s72-c/DSCF0721.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82161225486011236.post-4047252507197028691</id><published>2011-03-22T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T22:12:49.853+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Petaling Jaya'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chinese Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='20 Cents'/><title type='text'>I Love Weekends!</title><content type='html'>My weekends are usually filled up. I seem to have things to do every weekend. It feels awesome to be occupied on weekends with plenty of great things; more like food and great companions. I am so "adventurous" eh? I would want to go around KL and Selangor for more adventures but the financial part isn't so encouraging, you see. Oh well.. at least, I have always have great weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Sunday, &lt;a href="http://wetwetwater.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20 cents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and myself woke up really early; thinking that we could go for McDonald's breakfast. You know.. the ongoing promotion they are having now.. we totally assume that we could have such cheap breakfast. But to our horror, the lines in McDonald PJ Oldtown was so long! And it was almost 1030am and the line was up till the entrance. So we dropped that idea and went over to Jin Xuan Hong Kong for some dimsum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rz0Nc8z2Y4s/TYdXNq2ybBI/AAAAAAAAILk/nreYDS_F9X4/s1600/DSCF0744.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rz0Nc8z2Y4s/TYdXNq2ybBI/AAAAAAAAILk/nreYDS_F9X4/s400/DSCF0744.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586529755130391570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Our dimsum breakfast!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://wetwetwater.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20 cents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; paid for the expensive breakfast. Can you feel the love? It was between the Kuey Teow Soup breakfast or DimSum and the princessy me decided to go against the Kuey Teow Soup because I wanted to be in an air-conditioned place for breakfast. I am seriously very grateful to have &lt;a href="http://wetwetwater.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20 cents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; in my life because without him, I am probably a lost lamb. He helped me through some challenges in my life and vice versa. I don't want to go all mushy mushy but having &lt;a href="http://wetwetwater.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20 cents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; in my life is probably the greatest thing ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XPw-L-EmmO0/TYdXNRmbIOI/AAAAAAAAILc/Pmq79DP-bNE/s1600/DSCF0743.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XPw-L-EmmO0/TYdXNRmbIOI/AAAAAAAAILc/Pmq79DP-bNE/s400/DSCF0743.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586529748350869730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love dimsum on weekends!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides having&lt;a href="http://wetwetwater.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 20 cents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; during my awesome possum weekends, I have great friends to experience awesome weekends. I love hanging out with &lt;a href="http://wetwetwater.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20 cents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and his friends on weekends too. These people (you know who you are) are the people that teach me about things in life and of course, to share the love and food together. One thing for sure, I know these friends are the ones that I will keep with me forever and ever. I can't wait to start working to be finally be able to treat them dinners and lunches. And of course, to the dearest sissy, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;MissMynx&lt;/span&gt;; thanks for being an awesome mentor, sissy and friend since God knows when.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh.. so many people to thank. And so many things to tell. Perhaps I shall keep it for another post. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/82161225486011236-4047252507197028691?l=suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/feeds/4047252507197028691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=82161225486011236&amp;postID=4047252507197028691&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/4047252507197028691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82161225486011236/posts/default/4047252507197028691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-love-weekends.html' title='I Love Weekends!'/><author><name>Sue Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246951901089173781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-nO1jNKvZ4/Tm1-ptVFoYI/AAAAAAAAIjI/GmfaOGW0ZfM/s220/8b170fcee0a94b91bc1c525fbd857602_7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rz0Nc8z2Y4s/TYdXNq2ybBI/AAAAAAAAILk/nreYDS_F9X4/s72-c/DSCF0744.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>t
