<?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-14773552</id><updated>2011-04-22T04:17:31.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.missymarsie.</title><subtitle type='html'>girl 20 years of age. an observer, sitting on the outside. pretty much naive about almost everything around her. just trying to make the most of what life has to offer.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>missymarsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402832719248432168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>300</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14773552.post-115454059041686554</id><published>2006-08-03T01:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T01:45:49.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i've moved</title><content type='html'>To my dear friends who have been reading this blog..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is to just say that I've moved to a new address. I'm not going to reveal it here, so if you're interested, drop me an email/call/sms/msn whatver suits you and I'll give you the new add k? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more linking, my new blog's just gonna be for my friends and family. I hope you understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been fun while it lasted. I may start blogging publicly again someday, but I doubt it'd be anytime in the near future. Adios~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missymarsie - out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14773552-115454059041686554?l=missymarsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/feeds/115454059041686554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14773552&amp;postID=115454059041686554&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/115454059041686554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/115454059041686554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/2006/08/ive-moved.html' title='i&apos;ve moved'/><author><name>missymarsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402832719248432168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14773552.post-115414824863862441</id><published>2006-07-29T12:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T12:47:59.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whatever</title><content type='html'>I took down my last post. Idiots don't deserve space on my blog. Or my tagboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever la. Just for the record, I'm still very much together with Fad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like I really have to shift now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*For my friends who are waiting for pictures, I will upload them to a website and email you guys the link ok. But there's something wrong with my laptop and internet configuration now (I'm using the family pc) so it might take a bit more time. Sorry..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14773552-115414824863862441?l=missymarsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/feeds/115414824863862441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14773552&amp;postID=115414824863862441&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/115414824863862441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/115414824863862441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/2006/07/whatever.html' title='whatever'/><author><name>missymarsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402832719248432168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14773552.post-115399258011598191</id><published>2006-07-27T17:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T17:43:39.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>diet plan</title><content type='html'>I didn't eat dinner last night! I only ate fruits. mmmm yummy yummy rockmelon. Say &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;*yay*&lt;/span&gt; for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Y-A-Y!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really trying to cut down my food intake. Working certainly didn't help cos during lunchtimes, it was always main course followed by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;dessert&lt;/span&gt;. It was like, you could never be satisfied with whatever you had for lunch so you'd always want something sweet to end it off. Be it frappucinos, mr teh tarik's ice limau teh, ice cream, bubble tea, cakes or whatever. Each day was always something different. And not forgetting all the snacks in the office itself. wahhhh.. I think I put on 3 kgs just during that 10 weeks alone sia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weighed myself this morning - I've lost about a kilo I think. Good good. That's my aim for now. Trying to lose a kilo a week. Hopefully I can lose about 5 more kilos and then I'd be happy. If I wanna be really truly happy, I'd have to lose at least 8 though. haha.. yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twohill wasn't all that bad yesterday. =) *yay* but alamak, watching the show last night made me quite hungry. am craving for prata now. and pizza. how how how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it just me, or are the judges extremely biased this time around? Even &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Ken is freaking biased&lt;/span&gt;. I don't think he has ever given Rahimah a good comment so far. (hmm, ok her performance last night turned me off.. ) But even&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;think he's being quite leniant on twohill cos he likes him. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and alamak &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;jacintha&lt;/span&gt; openly admitted that she's biased towards jon. haha.. Wth sia. check out this week's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;8days&lt;/span&gt;. They have started a new column tracking her Ja-isms as they call it.. haha! Seriously, she says the most redundant things la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's an excerpt from 8days:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Joakim:"I think you have subtext somehow and it's gone to your feet."&lt;br /&gt;We think she means:How does your hair stand so well?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Hady:"You've reached a musical synthesis with yourself, whatever that means."&lt;br /&gt;We think she means:Er.. We also don't know.&lt;/blockquote&gt;haha redundant column for the redundant judge. I think my dad looks forward to each time the judges comment just to see what other nonsense she can come up with. He was highly amused yesterday night. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;*lol*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ok photos will be coming up.. hopefully by tonight or tmr.. it depends on my mood. haha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14773552-115399258011598191?l=missymarsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/feeds/115399258011598191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14773552&amp;postID=115399258011598191&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/115399258011598191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/115399258011598191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/2006/07/diet-plan.html' title='diet plan'/><author><name>missymarsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402832719248432168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14773552.post-115385238014107793</id><published>2006-07-26T02:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T02:34:21.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>la kukaracha</title><content type='html'>ok another 230 am post so beware mamas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still (yes, STILL!!!) doing my PA report. BAH. serious waste of time la. ok no worries about reaching the word limit, I've way exceeded it. But i'm nowhere near done. there's still conclusion and personal reflection to be written. oh wait, and abstract and acknowledgements. and references. and draw out the workflow process. bahhhh.. this sucks. i wanna sleep already!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sleeping at such weird hours make me a grouchy person. slept at 4 am yesterday. kept snapping at my family today. so sorry ibu, abah and my bros. But i need to get this done. Come on mars you can do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been gorging to keep myself awake. coffee doesnt work on me, so I've been eating choc wafer biscuits. eeeee so fattening. and drinking soya bean milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should i just go to sleep and finish up in the morning? it's due today la! haiz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya i know the title has nothing to do with the post.. it's just what's playing on the radio now. crap song of the week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14773552-115385238014107793?l=missymarsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/feeds/115385238014107793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14773552&amp;postID=115385238014107793&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/115385238014107793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/115385238014107793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/2006/07/la-kukaracha.html' title='la kukaracha'/><author><name>missymarsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402832719248432168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14773552.post-115376707164533672</id><published>2006-07-25T02:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T02:51:11.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>twohill doing moondance?</title><content type='html'>Ok it's 230 in the morning and I'm still struggling with my PA report. Seriously I just can't get myself to write. The motivation's still not there. Bloody hell la why am I the kind of person who needs the creative bursts before I can do my work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway was taking a break so was surfing around and I read somewhere that&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Twohill &lt;/span&gt;will be doing &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Moondance&lt;/span&gt; for the jazz classics this Wednesday! phwoar! Taufik performed that song for the first season's jazz episode and he was fantabulous. (Click &lt;a href="http://www.taufikbatisah.net/video/2004/10/spectacular-5-moondance.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to watch Taufik's Moondance performance.) I'm just so scared that twohill will not perform up to standard cos it's quite a tough song to handle. Aiyoh.. u better do well arh paul and silence ur critics. wakakaka..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha I'm going crazy. He doesn't even read this. *lol*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seelah all the nonsense I write at 230 in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooooh did anyone watch Miss Universe? I thought Miss Paraguay was HOTTT. Too bad she didn't win. And Miss Japan could speak French fluently - wah that's even hotter sia! That was seriously the shocker of the day (night). heh. Miss Puerto Rico really looked as if she was gonna burst out of her dress at any moment - those boobs look way too squeezed up in there. wahahaha.. was she the one who fainted? It wouldn't be a surprise. *darn i can't seem to find a proper pic of Miss Puerto Rico in that chained-up dress* owels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok I finally sort of have a rough idea of what my report's gonna look like. Now I just need to transfer all those ideas onto the report itself. Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14773552-115376707164533672?l=missymarsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/feeds/115376707164533672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14773552&amp;postID=115376707164533672&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/115376707164533672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/115376707164533672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/2006/07/twohill-doing-moondance.html' title='twohill doing moondance?'/><author><name>missymarsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402832719248432168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14773552.post-115373569295188467</id><published>2006-07-24T17:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T18:08:12.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bum de dum dum</title><content type='html'>I've been slacking around so much in the past few days, it's not even funny. Waking up at noon, lazing around the whole day, eat sleep watch tv and surf the net. *bleargh* I'm getting lethargic just thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need to get started on PA report. ASAP. But no motivation at all now. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;How now brown cow?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It's due on Wednesday darnit. Yep, that's me -  queen of last minute work. Looks like I'm staying up late tonight. Boo hoo hoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting very pissed off with my hp. It keeps hanging on me. Or just shuts itself down for no apparent reason even when the batt is full. I need to send it for servicing liao. First time I'm having a cranky phone. So pple, if I do not reply your sms-es, please try to call me cos I may not have received it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BIG SHOUTOUT TO MY DARLING FARAH NORASHIKIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This babe won her &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;GOLD&lt;/span&gt; this year for her silat IVP. Woohooo woots woots yay! and as she mentioned in her sms (that I just received) her face might come out on Suria tonight so go watch the Suria news at 8 pple! pwhoar don't mess with farah har. She can silat her way through anything. heee.. big CONGRATS to you girl! *lovelove* =) *hugs*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14773552-115373569295188467?l=missymarsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/feeds/115373569295188467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14773552&amp;postID=115373569295188467&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/115373569295188467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/115373569295188467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/2006/07/bum-de-dum-dum.html' title='bum de dum dum'/><author><name>missymarsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402832719248432168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14773552.post-115350421556886285</id><published>2006-07-22T01:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T01:51:49.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my new love</title><content type='html'>Fad dear,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to break this to you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all that we've been through..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's something that I've got to say..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know how to say it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be mad ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This could be just temporary insanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or it could last longer. Who knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, basically..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a new love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, I've said it dear. Don't take it too hard darling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll intro you guys soon enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, maybe you'd have already met him yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I guess I'll just intro you guys to my new love here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jeng jeng jeng...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Belgium Chocolate Ice Blended&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; from Coffee Bean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=) mmmmm give it to me tall, dark and yummylicious baby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14773552-115350421556886285?l=missymarsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/feeds/115350421556886285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14773552&amp;postID=115350421556886285&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/115350421556886285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/115350421556886285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-new-love.html' title='my new love'/><author><name>missymarsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402832719248432168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14773552.post-115332726027833859</id><published>2006-07-19T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T00:57:51.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>idol quality?</title><content type='html'>wah so fast it's almost thurs liao! time passes by too quickly i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been great so far, watched pirates with far yesterday at the cathay and hung out with rozzie today. very relaxed.. shiok shiok. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, my english is seriously deteriorating. ahhh wth i cant be bothered to write properly today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched sg idol just now. (haha yes yes i'm a fan. boo to you who thinks i'm retarded. wakakakaka not like i care)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wah twohill was disappointing la tonight. still hope he gets through though. i seriously want him to get through just for the heck of it. there's just something about him, that makes you wanna root for him. or maybe it's just me. *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hady reminds me a little of taufik. except i feel that hady doesn't really connect with the audience. is it just me again? i mean, he has good vocals and good looks and good stage presence. but i feel like there's just something missing that i cant quite put my finger on. or maybe it's just me again. haha.. i really wanna like this guy but i just cant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like rahimah. among all the contestants, i think she still has the best voice. but she needs to control her image a bit la, tone it down a little, if she wants more people to like her. owels. you go girl. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and truthfully, i dun care about the rest. hahaha.. wth la most of tonight's performances suck. rushed home from tuition for nothing only. bleargh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(disclaimer: ok the above were just my opinions and if you don't agree with me, don't come and bash me cos i believe that i'm entitled to my own opinions)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14773552-115332726027833859?l=missymarsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/feeds/115332726027833859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14773552&amp;postID=115332726027833859&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/115332726027833859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/115332726027833859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/2006/07/idol-quality.html' title='idol quality?'/><author><name>missymarsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402832719248432168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14773552.post-115303019603508704</id><published>2006-07-16T13:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T14:09:56.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>last day of work</title><content type='html'>Oh, I guess I was supposed to have done the obligatory end of PA post. haha.. too tired la dei. bummed the whole of yesterday, shiok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last day at PWC was spent mostly doing clearance. Going up and down to the various departments to get their signatures to certify that we have returned all the files we borrowed, our security passes etc etc. All that in order to get our last paycheque of course. ;) There were not much more real work to be done, I only had my final 2 tax computations to finalise (before sending them off to the clients) and other than that we were very free. Spent half of the afternoon distributing chocolate eclairs to everyone in the department and taking lots of photos. I am still sad that I didnt get a photo with my coach cos she was busy conducting training for the new staff. oh wells...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I can say that the past 10 weeks have been memorable indeed, there are certain things I'm glad to say goodbye to.. *for now at least*.. namely,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) The morning rush hour crowd on the trains. *bleargh* This is what I hate most about going to work in town. Stinky sweaty people, lack of seats, and extremely rude ignorant fellow passengers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;People who don't bother to move in to the center of the carriage which is relatively emptier when they can plainly see that people are struggling to board the train. Bloody hell la, you are not the only person who has to get to work on time. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;People who take up my private space, especially when they stand too close to me. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;People who edge me out of corners, all the while talking loudly and blind to the fact that hey, someone is already in that corner. (especially old aunties, ergh) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;People who hog the poles. eh, you're not the only one who needs to balance ok. Just put your palm there is enough la, don't need to lean your whole body against the pole right. There was this time when I really couldn't take it anymore. So when this lady leaned her whole body against the pole, with her whole arm and bag covering the pole, with no room left for me to rest my hands anywhere, I snapped. I said *excuse me* a couple of times but she pretended to not hear. So I tapped her on the shoulders and pointed to her arm and bag and gestured to the pole. Her whole face turned black for the rest of the journey.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Sorry, but lousy train rides just puts me in a bad mood for the rest of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Eating lunch at 12 everyday. I tend to eat more, cos I'm not exactly hungry at 12 but I still eat anyway cos everyone's going for lunch. But then I'll get hungry again abt 3 plus and starts snacking. This is something I'm glad to say goodbye to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Not being able to watch my daily fix of Drake and Josh in the weekday afternoons. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Not being able to wake up as and when I like. Ergh, 630 is just wayyyy too early to wake up to on an everyday basis. haha Thought I'd kill the *getting to school late* habit when I started work but I guess not. I reached work at around 840, earliest, if I'm lucky. Most of the time, it's around 850. haha.. Guess some things just don't change. *lol* (eh, but I did a LOT of work and was very efficient k. So I guess that sorta makes up for it. And I don't go for lunch on some days) eh but at least I dont come to work at lunchtime unlike some people right. haha.. *snorts at own joke* wahhaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. that's about all I can think of right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent Friday night with my lovely girlfriends, Yani, Nyd and Elly, eating ayam penyet at Lucky Plaza. My verdict : it was way too spicy for me to enjoy. Even after mixing the sambal with the kicap, it was too spicy. Only for the strong-tongued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have loads of pictures to upload. Think I'll do them tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56 more days before I board that plane. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14773552-115303019603508704?l=missymarsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/feeds/115303019603508704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14773552&amp;postID=115303019603508704&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/115303019603508704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/115303019603508704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/2006/07/last-day-of-work.html' title='last day of work'/><author><name>missymarsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402832719248432168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14773552.post-115298196395001319</id><published>2006-07-16T00:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T00:47:10.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>few die by a dark con</title><content type='html'>haha this da vinci code spoof from the mtv movie awards 2006 is damn funny..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="325" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7jSBekDd_W4"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7jSBekDd_W4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn lame also.. but it made me laugh so hard! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14773552-115298196395001319?l=missymarsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/feeds/115298196395001319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14773552&amp;postID=115298196395001319&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/115298196395001319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/115298196395001319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/2006/07/few-die-by-dark-con.html' title='few die by a dark con'/><author><name>missymarsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402832719248432168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14773552.post-115271266020513132</id><published>2006-07-13T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T23:32:34.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>superstar (karat)</title><content type='html'>Ok ok fine I know la this is so lambat. *lol* but seriously I've been out every other night and was supposed to post this yesterday but I was just too exhausted to do it. Work kills ya, I say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's get on with it. First up, sending Miss Nadiah the Superstar (karat) off at the airport. She's off to Brisbane, in Ozzieland for her exchange. So sad k.. next sem will be so different without her. *boo* Anyway, wah her flight was damn late la. 1155 pm. So tired, I could barely open my eyes the next day. haha.. (shucks, dun think anyone will be sending me off then, since my flight is at freaking 2 am - boo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/misc%20004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/misc%20004.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Superstar (karat) and moi. See, we're both wearing green again. Tak habis-habis. EVERYTIME we meet, whether planned or not, we'll both be wearing the same colour. And most of the time it's green. hurhurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/misc%20005.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/misc%20005.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;lots more green in this pic. That's shy (nadz' roomie and best friend) also in green and my newfound friend jac (well, she was wearing cargo green pants, can't be seen in the pic.. haha) wah I look damn freaking fat sia in this pic. eeeeeeeeeeee time to restrain from food!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doubt that'll happen tho.. haha.. since I won't be around this year for rayer, I asked my mom if she could cook for me all the rayer food before I leave.. u know, all the works. sambal goreng, kuah lodeh, lontong, ayam masak merah, begedil, serondeng, etc etc.. that'll be what I miss most during rayer man, my mom's fantastic finger-licking good cooking. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, met up with my AC213 groupmates on Tuesday evening for dinner and a good catch-up session. It's so cool, cos 3 out of 4 of us are going on exchange. Lyn's going Hong Kong next sem while Xiao Rui will be joining the Superstar in Brisbane. (not same Uni tho)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/misc%20006.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/misc%20006.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dinner @ Swensons.. Lyn, me, Joanne, Xiao Rui. I think we kept talking about exchange mostly and Jo was feeling a bit left out. So sorry girl, didn't mean to do it. It's just that, I guess.. that's what pre-occupying our thoughts right now. Need to settle visas, medical checkups, getting de international student cards etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/misc%20007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/misc%20007.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our colour combi rocked again! Pale colours together (well, can say white.. cos xr wearing white top inside her shirt haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/misc%20008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/misc%20008.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;green and green. (now what is it with me and green again?) hmmmmmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooooh had some time to kill again before meeting them, so walked around PS for a while. ANDDDD i found more good deals! I managed to find this velvetish-green curdoroy blazer jacket and a black spag strap top for a whooping total of 30 buckeroos! fooooh dasyat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blazer jacket - original price = $58 - sale price = $20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Amount saved = $38&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spag strap top - original price = $28 - sale price = $10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Amount saved = $18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total damage = $30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Total saved = $56&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even better than my MNG deal I think. hahaha I love the way I shop! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/misc%20009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/misc%20009.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's the blazer jacket. I hung my spag strap top inside it, so you sort of take a sneak peek at it. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, took lots of silly pictures at work today, but I am very very tired now. So I shall leave you guys with..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/misc%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/misc%20003.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;... Lee Chui Ling and Foo Shih Ching doing the Number Two pose. Goodnight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14773552-115271266020513132?l=missymarsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/feeds/115271266020513132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14773552&amp;postID=115271266020513132&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/115271266020513132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/115271266020513132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/2006/07/superstar-karat.html' title='superstar (karat)'/><author><name>missymarsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402832719248432168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14773552.post-115236410249816689</id><published>2006-07-08T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T21:54:14.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'll get to see my palm trees again!</title><content type='html'>At this rate, I think I'll be blogging once a week! haha.. I think I might be losing the blogging streak. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Anyway, be warned. Long entry ahead. If you don't want to read, just leave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My airticket is finally settled! *woohooo~* Met up with &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stella&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Isabel&lt;/span&gt; this morning (or rather, lateee morning heh) to go buy tickets. I think we're gonna get along just fine! =) I think I'm pretty similar to Stella in terms of our interests and it's quite freaky actually. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing she said was that she wants to go travelling. And shopping. hahaha.. Exactly what I had in mind! (We already have plans to buy a few coats over there and just keep exchanging so we don't have to buy so many, yet have a variety to choose from. *lol*) We even have the same ringtone! *cue &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gwen Stefani's Hollaback Girl&lt;/span&gt;* She reckons that I might just start eating vegetables over there. hahahaha.. We'll see girl, we'll see. (eh, I doubt that'll really happen la. But if it does, I'm treating my girlfriends and family to a vegetarian buffet, if there is such a thing. *lol*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So settling the tickets took up a good portion of the day. We finally settled on a flying date (12 Sept, early early morning.. 2 freaking am!) and we're flying by Emirates. (stopover at Dubai.. oooh *yay!* I'll get to see my palm trees again~*) 18 hour flight. Maaan, I will be sooo super jet-lagged after that. haha but oh well, that's not something to worry about for another 2 more months. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a pretty decent week. Met up with &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Farhana&lt;/span&gt; on Tuesday night. =) Super mellow night. haha.. Her workplace is pretty far from Orchard (Bukit Merah, so ulu! wahahaha), so she said she would probably only reach Orchard around 6.45 pm. Since I had quite some time to kill, I thought of just waiting around at the surau at the Royal Plaza on Scotts hotel first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course, I jusssttt had to walk past &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mango&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Sale! Up to 50% off!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(ok fine, now it's up to 70% off, I should've waited a few days *lol*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked in, picked up a few stuffs and tried them on quickly. (I kinda like this style of shopping. I tend to end up buying more stuff that I like this way. haha) Ended up walking out of the shop with a brown shrug and an olive green top. wahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olive green top - original price = $35 - sale price = $17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;   -&gt; Amount saved = $18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brown shrug - original price = $46 - sale price = $23&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;   -&gt; Amount saved = $23&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was so happy with my buys! haha.. Then Far finally arrived and we had a lovely dinner at RamenTen catching up with whatever has been going on in our lives. PA mostly. haha... Let's meet up again with Mr Soh next time before I leave k! =) If he can spare us the time, *lol*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway we were walking around after that, and I was so impressed by the Mango sale that I had to drag her there again! And guess what? I found a pretty pretty brown coat/jacket this time round! With 4 buckles in front. Just perfect for my exchange! =) Of course I immediately grabbed it. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brown coat/jacket - original price = $125 - sale price = $62&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;   -&gt; Amount saved = $63&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Total damage = $103&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Total saved = $105&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good deal? You betcha! wahahhaa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No photos this time around. I've actually been carrying my camera around lately, but lazy to snap la. I think I'm too used to trigger-happy friends &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;(read: yani, nyd, rozzie)&lt;/span&gt; that I've grown accustomed to them whipping out their cameras and I just pose. haha.. I better start getting into the habit of taking photos again cos there'll be loads of photo-ops in the UK! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday lunch, we ate at &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pizza Hut&lt;/span&gt; with the other SMU interns in our department. It was okay. We got cheated of the student meal deal cos it was written in fine print that the deal only starts at 130. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pffstserfsdtesdawsakljrwak.&lt;/span&gt; Oh well, I guess 10 buckeroos is okay for pasta, soup and drink. haha highlight of the meal - the ah beng showdown between lawrence and jia hao. So funny! *lol*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night was dinner with my mom and brothers. (ok, I just realised that my days tend to revolve around fooood. -_- ) My dad's card had this buy-2-main-courses-get-1-free deal at &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Breeks&lt;/span&gt; so that's where we went! =) Food was okay.. not fantastic, and we ended up being too full somehow. It also made me realise I prefer nice quiet cosy restaurants as opposed to noisy ones cos you can't concentrate on the conversation and you get distracted easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only one more week of work left. I think the new graduates are eager to take our seats anyway. I can't wait for the 2 months of bumming to come! (yes, I've not found another job yet. Or rather, I've not been looking. *ooops*) Actually I feel like just staying at home and learning how to cook. Hmm, maybe that's what I'll do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14773552-115236410249816689?l=missymarsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/feeds/115236410249816689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14773552&amp;postID=115236410249816689&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/115236410249816689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/115236410249816689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/2006/07/ill-get-to-see-my-palm-trees-again.html' title='i&apos;ll get to see my palm trees again!'/><author><name>missymarsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402832719248432168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14773552.post-115192597098414997</id><published>2006-07-03T19:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T19:26:11.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a weekend of shopping, blading and food</title><content type='html'>I had a fantastic weekend! So fantastic that I was so knocked out yesterday. haha.. Too tired already. Anyway, met up with Miss Nadiah on Friday night for some shop shop shopping at Bugis. haha.. We have this strange chemistry such that each time we meet, we're both ALWAYS wearing green. haha how many times already ah Miss? Shopping and dinner was fun, we always have loads to catch up on! =) love you girl! Really can't believe you're gonna be going off to ozzieland around this time next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday started off very early for me. Was supposed to meet some of my cousins to go East Coast at 9 in the morning! haha.. super freaking early for a Saturday la! But it was great.. Met up with Shahirah, Kak Shahidah and Kak Rushida for some early morning exercise. They jogged, while I rollerbladed. (which explains the extremely huge bag I was carrying on Saturday) Sya was supposed to join us, but Masam (her cat) fell sick.. I'm sad to say that Masam has now passed away. I'm so sorry for you dearie..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which basically meant that Sya couldn't join Yani, Rozzie and me after that too. We were supposed to meet up to hang out, but in the end, it was only the 3 of us. Caught up with Rozziebozzie after so long! =) *love u babe!* It was a super laidback chill out afternoon/evening/night. All we did - eat, walk arnd, slack, bum at pacific coffee, eat, watch movie, walk somemore, eat. haha.. But the company was absolutely wonderful~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/collage1.18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/collage1.18.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/collage2.10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/collage2.10.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/collage.19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/collage.19.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/IMG_8238%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/IMG_8238%20copy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just My Luck is such a chick flick! Me likey~* =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 more weeks of work to go..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14773552-115192597098414997?l=missymarsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/feeds/115192597098414997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14773552&amp;postID=115192597098414997&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/115192597098414997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/115192597098414997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/2006/07/weekend-of-shopping-blading-and-food.html' title='a weekend of shopping, blading and food'/><author><name>missymarsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402832719248432168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14773552.post-115142296221935746</id><published>2006-06-27T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T23:54:42.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cake!</title><content type='html'>found some pictures of fat baby in my camera. i think this was from 2 weekends back. hehe.. fat baby is damn cute la! i wanna hug and kiss her now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/collage.15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/collage.15.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;she pronounces *abang* as *ah-bam*.. hehe.. this girl is barely 2 but she eats almost everything already. LOL. i love fat baby =) (haha she's also a whole year younger than dini but they're about the same size, except she's chubbier)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my lovely girls gave my whole family a surprise last Saturday! Nyd had apparently bought a whole cake from Secret Recipe on the pretext that it was for her granny's bday. And me being the gullible (and trusting! *lol*) person that I am, believed her totally. (how not to believe seh, she was singing *happy bday to nenek!*) haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/love%20001.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/love%20001.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When Fairuz saw the big box of cake when were about to leave Tebrau City,&lt;br /&gt;he was like &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;*They bought a whole cake?!?! For what?*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;*To eat la.. then..*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fairuz&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; *(face all lit up already, and patting his tummy) oooh good stuff good stuff*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;*Oi, not for you la!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, but when we reached my place, they put it on the table and told my mom that it was for the whole family, for having them over for the weekend. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;*awwwwww*&lt;/span&gt; (and Fairuz's face lit up again, haha) -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/love%20004.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/love%20004.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thank you my lovely darlings! It was seriously such an unexpected surprise and I really thought it was for Nyd's granny. kesian your granny tak dapat makan the cake, Nyd! haha.. (and the cake so pretty also.. =)) I love you girls la! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;*muah*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/love%20005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/320/love%20005.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/love%20006.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/320/love%20006.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leave you with pictures of cake. Don't start drooling all over your keyboard now! *toodles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*who wants cake?* heehee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14773552-115142296221935746?l=missymarsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/feeds/115142296221935746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14773552&amp;postID=115142296221935746&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/115142296221935746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/115142296221935746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/2006/06/cake.html' title='cake!'/><author><name>missymarsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402832719248432168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14773552.post-115129939969774045</id><published>2006-06-26T13:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T13:23:19.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blogging from sch</title><content type='html'>haha this is so rare..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i am in school now! lalala and i have to say that i sorta miss school a teeny weeny bit. *blush* i'm in the Free Access Lab at NBS, waiting for the time to pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took the day off work today cos I wanted to settle my medical check-up and visa application for my exchange. BUUTTTT i think i can only settle my medical check-up today. *boo* i already did the first part of the check-up in school just now and i have to go jurong point for the x-ray later. BUT the jurong point clinic is now closed for lunch and it only opens at 2, so i have some time to kill. Anyway, the visa office closes at 3! (so early sia!) and it's at tanjong pagar so i doubt i can rush down there in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;owels. looks like i can only settle my visa in 3 weeks time, once i'm done with work. so many documents to bring sia! then everything also must have original and photocopies. haiz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok! will blog more later when im home. gonna go print stuff (forms etc etc) and make my way to jurong point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yah, just 2 months of not coming to sch and so many things have changed. they shifted the bus interchange at boon lay to the OTHER side of the station! haha.. annd the grass growing on top of the art sch looks much greener somehow. it looks great! =) oraits.. ciao~*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14773552-115129939969774045?l=missymarsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/feeds/115129939969774045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14773552&amp;postID=115129939969774045&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/115129939969774045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/115129939969774045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/2006/06/blogging-from-sch.html' title='blogging from sch'/><author><name>missymarsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402832719248432168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14773552.post-115106083128656132</id><published>2006-06-23T18:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T19:07:11.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kids, don't gamble</title><content type='html'>Many things made me happy today so this shall be a happy post! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. They changed the computer at my workstation! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;wheeee~*&lt;/span&gt; From an ancient old HP Vectra, I am now using a Dell Optiplex smtg smtg. hahaa.. light years better sia. And much more pleasing to the eye. (from boring old grey to new sleek black!) At least now I don't have a dinosaur sitting at my desk. More space for me too! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, one of the administrators is going to embark on a new project soon, so she was given a notebook to use instead. Since she didn't have any more need for her PC, it was transferred to me! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;*yay*&lt;/span&gt; haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I got to meet up with Aisyah, Sha and Adila for lunch! haha.. It may have been short and rushed but it was great la. I truly miss you guys! Esp aisyah and sha cos I havnt seen you guys in ages la. And Sha is still as animated as always. haha.. Meet up for dinner soon k then we can spend more time together. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andddd i got to have my fried fish bee hoon soup and coke light. I swear, I'm super addicted to those 2 things right now. *ack*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. My girls are coming over to JB with me tonight. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;*wheee~*&lt;/span&gt; And then we're gonna go shopping tmr! Shopping at a currency half of your normal one will make anyone happy. haha.. and sleepovers are always fun! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I felt like I was being stretched in all directions at work today. Suddenly, everyone was giving me work to do and I barely had time to breathe. On top of the normal tax work that I have to do, I am also covering for one of the secretaries as she will be on leave for about 2 weeks. And I am helping the administrators with their work too. (That's like doing 3 people's jobs!) But I guess in a way, it's all good. Training me on how to deal with stress in the future. haha.. Now I don't feel the stress yet. I just hope I will remain cool and composed under stress in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to those who play 4D, you should go and buy today! haha mr soh suddenly msn-ed me after not hearing from him for ages la! hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, chuiling was like asking me to wish her luck cos she wanted to bet on south korea for the world cup. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(tonight got match izit? haha i so do not know what's going on in the world cup)&lt;/span&gt; i was about to shake her hand, then i realised what i was doing. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;*oi, i'm not supposed to be encouraging you to gamble la!*&lt;/span&gt; haha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14773552-115106083128656132?l=missymarsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/feeds/115106083128656132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14773552&amp;postID=115106083128656132&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/115106083128656132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/115106083128656132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/2006/06/kids-dont-gamble.html' title='kids, don&apos;t gamble'/><author><name>missymarsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402832719248432168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14773552.post-115072734445885945</id><published>2006-06-19T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T22:36:25.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tuesday is waffles day!</title><content type='html'>You dare to say things about my entry, me and my family, yet when i hit you back with a few words, you get so scared that you run away altogether. Why do you need to delete me on multiply? So I wont be able to see what else you're saying abt me on your blog right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take your own advice la k, *siapa yang makan cili dialah yang rasa pedasnya.* if you really want to know why so many think that you're stuck-up, just talk to the aunties. trust me, many will have complains about you. you don't need to hear it from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just one last thing. even if you didn't have any issues against me, you obviously did have issues with whatever i said. you wrote that entry just before abg irfan's party. why bring it up again after so long unless you seriously have issues with it? and to pretend that everything is ok when it obviously is not. that's what i'm angry about ok. why couldn't you have just talked to me on that day itself and tell me how you felt? why did you have to pretend as if there wasn't anything going on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom just said to not bother with whatever else you have to say, cos it's not worth my time. my dad agreed too. =) i love my parents la, how i can practically tell them everything that's going on in my life now. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway enough about that, i'm seriously thinking of moving to a new address. how shahirah? are we ready for our big move yet? haha.. i feel like getting diaryland la. but i dunno how user-friendly is it. *boo* cos diaryland got password, then i can keep all the idiotic people away. decisions decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a totally unrelated note.&lt;br /&gt;tmr is Tuesday! and Tuesday is waffles day! wheeeeee~* =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14773552-115072734445885945?l=missymarsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/feeds/115072734445885945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14773552&amp;postID=115072734445885945&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/115072734445885945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/115072734445885945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/2006/06/tuesday-is-waffles-day.html' title='tuesday is waffles day!'/><author><name>missymarsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402832719248432168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14773552.post-115064386742878563</id><published>2006-06-18T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T00:01:58.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*cousin*</title><content type='html'>haha. what a world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;announcement announcement everyone. i've found out who that faker *cousin* of mine is. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you say that we're all fake? HAH! take a look at yourself first alright? if you have something against me, say it to my face. and don't pretend to be all nice and say things like *ohhh dah makan?* i thought it was you, but i decided to give you the benefit of the doubt. and when you were actually friendly to me yesterday, i thought *nah, couldnt be you.* but guess what, i was wrong. seriously, now that i know that it was you, to tell you the truth, i'm not surprised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still don't get why you're not happy with me, when all i stated was what happened. i wasn't trying to boast, i was stating facts. about how we were ill-treated. if you're really so humble and what not, i'd see you getting along much better with the whole family. but yet, i know of so many aunties (and a few other cousins) who think that you're pretty much one of the most stuck-up one in the whole bunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's okay if you don't think that i'm not humble enough to be your cousin cos i've got lots of other cousins on my side. they know the kind of person that i am, and if you actually mix around with us, you'd realise that achievements are not ALL we talk about. (hello, quite boring right if that's all we talk about) we have lots of fun together, going out for dinners, movies, holidays and such. as for you, i guess from now on, i have nothing to say to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(and trust me, when i say i dont want to talk to someone, i mean it. i've done it before and i can totally ignore you as if you totally don't exist.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate people who bitch about you behind your back and then pretend to be all nice in front of you. now that's what i'd call FAKE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*btw, for the last time, i'm not from NUS! call yourself a uni student when u cant get simple facts right.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14773552-115064386742878563?l=missymarsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/feeds/115064386742878563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14773552&amp;postID=115064386742878563&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/115064386742878563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/115064386742878563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/2006/06/cousin.html' title='*cousin*'/><author><name>missymarsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402832719248432168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14773552.post-115052022276666177</id><published>2006-06-17T12:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T13:30:51.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lovelovelove</title><content type='html'>Avalanche of pictures again. haha.. I should stop doing this - posting up all the pictures at one go. But I can't help it, I have no time during the week and yes, sometimes I just feel too tired to continue staring at the computer after doing that for a whole day at work. haha.. owels..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First up, meeting up with Fad at JB 2 weekends ago.. *love* =) *happiness*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/love%20001.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/love%20001.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had lunch at this Italian place so pasta was the order of the day. We had 2 super cheesy pasta.. one lasagna and I can't really remember what the other one was. Kau!! muak semacam!* haha.. It was good for awhile before the muak-ness settled in.. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/love%20002.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/love%20002.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Walked around Tebrau City for abit after that.. and ended it off with ice-cream from Baskin Robbins. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/collage.14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/collage.14.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love my darling la. =) you make me so happy. but my phone bills are getting higher and higher each month. how ah dear? haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then last Saturday was dinner at Sofra with the girlfrens + aizad. heehee.. sorry aizad we made u our photographer of the day (night?!) haha.. Food wasn't that fantastic (read: cold bread) but I was hungry so lapped it all up anyway. The dinner was to celebrate elly's belated birthday, haha so you can imagine how that cheeky girl responded to all her prezzies. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/IMG_7913.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/IMG_7913.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/IMG_7912.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/IMG_7912.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;nyd, elly, yani, farah and me.. what's up with da brown, yo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/collage53.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/collage53.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;elly just can't conceal her happiness at receiving her prezzies check out her range of expressions! hehe.. farah and aizad bought her shoes while me, yani, nyd and sya bought her a white mango bag plus a bracelet. we love you ellywelly~* *muacks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/sofra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/sofra.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;yeah, the camwhoring just doesn't stop. haha.. gambar ni macam tourists dari a certain neighbouring country. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the highlight of my week was meeting up with these 2 lovely babes. Tuty and Mahdiyah, two of my closest friends from pri school. Actually this started when I bumped into Mahdiyah on the way home from work a few weeks back. Turns out, she's having her attachment at raffles place too! haha so that's when all the planning to meet up again started. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/167798596_d623b88d7e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/167798596_d623b88d7e.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tuty, mahdiyah and moi having an early dinner at Anatolia. haha just realised I've been eating lots of turkish food lately. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway dinner was fantastic. Good food and wonderful company. We just talked about everything under the sun. (or roof.. haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/love%20002.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/love%20002.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Super fuuullll!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/collage.12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/collage.12.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I totally love these babes. We may not meet up often but we can still get along so very well. =) That's true friendship y'all. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, what else would 3 girls do when they meet up other than chat? Shop la! haha and for the first time in a long time, I actually came home with so much stuff that night! Not just window shopping, we really cleaned out the shops la! haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/167798685_bfdc6238c5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/167798685_bfdc6238c5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Check out all our bags! haha.. I finally found my shopping kakis. haha.. got myself quite a lot of things that night.. 2 tops, a dress, a black shrug (like finally!) and a purple lacy belt. *yay* to me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/167798739_ebaeb745f7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/167798739_ebaeb745f7.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The best part was we all went shopping with certain things in mind and we all came home with everything except for what we wanted. LOL. typical right? Mahdiyah was looking for shoes, she ended up with shirts. Tuty just wanted foundation, she ended up with lotsa tops also. I was looking for a long skirt to wear to work, and look what I ended up with. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/167798789_befdc435d6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/167798789_befdc435d6.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Girls with nothing better to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/167798807_c5d6013601.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/167798807_c5d6013601.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The famous mirror shot in the toilet. haha.. it took us like what, about 6 times? most ended up pretty blur. haha this one was the best in the lot. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yesterday was a pretty sleepy day at work. So we girls decided to entertain ourselves after coming back from lunch by surfing through friendster profiles. haha.. had a good laugh reading testimonials and looking at some old old pictures. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/love%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/love%20001.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and audren at douglas's (an smu intern) workstation. haha.. We're almost always there everyday after lunch. Not for him la, but cos he sits next to chuiling. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/love%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/love%20002.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chuiling is high on her ice limau teh from Mr teh tarik. haha.. I'm so addicted to that place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/love%20006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/love%20006.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;haha.. act cute somemore! I think people around us were about to start work already and we were still camwhoring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/love%20004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/love%20004.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Audren and chuiling. Oh look, if you look really closely, you can see my name just above audren's head. haha.. Cos I sit 2 workstations away from chuiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/love%20007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/love%20007.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;happy girls after lunch. =) only 4 more weeks of attachment to go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14773552-115052022276666177?l=missymarsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/feeds/115052022276666177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14773552&amp;postID=115052022276666177&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/115052022276666177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/115052022276666177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/2006/06/lovelovelove.html' title='lovelovelove'/><author><name>missymarsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402832719248432168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14773552.post-115028404676654041</id><published>2006-06-14T18:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T19:20:46.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>office politics</title><content type='html'>Office politics somehow seems to exists everywhere you go, no matter where you work. You just can't run away from it. And then you encounter those people who turn bitchy/grouchy the moment he/she is the least bit stressed out over work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is one such person I'm referring to in the office currently and boy, I hate it each time a new task is posted to me with her as the manager. She's like forever stressed out which also means that she's forever &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bitchy&lt;/span&gt;. Ergh! It sucks when she talks to you in that condescending tone, especially when she gives incomplete instructions and she expects that you know what you're supposed to do. Hello! We're only interns la, you can't expect us to know all the procedures. If you had forgotten to tell us something important, don't come scolding us about not knowing. I just hate it. I hate people who think that just because they are a few positions higher than you, they can talk to you in any way that they want. Bleargh~* (haha somemore it's not like she's some big shot.. Assistant manager only leh.. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*LOL*&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there are those who just simply refuse to admit their mistakes. AND starts lecturing you as if you're the one who made the mistake in the first place. *ahem*filing room people*ahem**cough* They totally piss me off. I won't get pissed off if you had just acknowledged that you had sent me the wrong file by mistake, and get the right one for me instead. But nooooo, you had to insist that I had asked for that file instead when the system clearly stated that I had not. And spend a good 10 mins of my time nagging at me to properly choose the correct file before reserving it. Hello, I had chosen the correct file la, it's just your eyes which saw the wrong file and then you refuse to admit your mistake. I'm sorry, but I'm just the type of person who hates being accused of something which I did not do. And this has happened more than once. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, apart from them, everyone else is actually quite nice. My coach may not be the friendliest and most approachable one around but she does help me quite a bit. She's patient and I can ask her whatever questions I need to and she'll try to answer them and for that I'm really grateful. The senior perm staff around me are all really helpful also and they are always willing to teach you things that you don't know/understand, no matter how busy they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a relatively slack day, cos I had cleared most of my cases and the administrator was on leave so she couldn't post me new cases to do. So when Suresh emailed me asking if I wanted to meet up for coffee arnd 3 plus, I jumped at the chance. haha! sneaking out of the office. I had nothing to do anyway this afternoon. (I had already asked for more work, but there just wasnt any today!) Went over to Mr Teh Tarik at Far East Square for drinks. =) adrenaline rush la.. haha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14773552-115028404676654041?l=missymarsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/feeds/115028404676654041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14773552&amp;postID=115028404676654041&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/115028404676654041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/115028404676654041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/2006/06/office-politics.html' title='office politics'/><author><name>missymarsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402832719248432168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14773552.post-114996010915426514</id><published>2006-06-11T01:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T01:25:29.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>work drains</title><content type='html'>I dun feel like blogging so often lately. I think it's the ill effects of work. Work just drains your whole energy, and you just want to slump into bed the moment you get home. Okla fine, not that drastic but you get the idea. And once you start working, there's so limited time for anything else. Meeting up with friends, going to the gym, giving tuition, watching singapore idol (haha)... there are only 7 days in a week and these evenings become even more precious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I happen to be the sort of girl who likes her alone time. As much as I love my friends, I need to have some quiet time for myself every few days. So it's been really hard, trying to juggle everything and trying to make full use of the limited time that I have now. All of these is making me think twice about extending my attachment or finding part-time jobs elsewhere during the 2 months I have before I go off to manchester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont want to work all the way til before I leave, cos that means I would have barely gotten a break since the year started, and probably wont ever for the rest of the year. Yet, the money that I can get from the extra work would definitely help. And it would occupy my 2 months as well. Haiz.. decisions to make... Only 5 more weeks of attachment left!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I made my own lunch today! I got sick of buying the usual chicken rice/fast food every saturday so I decided to cook today. seafood tom yam with omelette. *yummm* hehe looks like I might just be able to survive in the UK on my own cooking. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And celebrating elly's belated birthday at Sofra just now was hilarious la! haha.. ketawa macam mak nenek. Nyd, Yani! I want pictures! haha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14773552-114996010915426514?l=missymarsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/feeds/114996010915426514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14773552&amp;postID=114996010915426514&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/114996010915426514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/114996010915426514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/2006/06/work-drains.html' title='work drains'/><author><name>missymarsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402832719248432168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14773552.post-114968998235275605</id><published>2006-06-07T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T22:19:44.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>as spicy as tom yam</title><content type='html'>I had the bestest tom yam noodles yesterday. It was without a doubt, one of the most delicious tom yam I have ever tasted, EVER! haha.. I dunno, I kinda have this love-hate relationship with tom yam. It's like, if it's too spicy such that you cant even feel your tastebuds anymore, I don't like. But if it's too mild, I don't like it either. I don't like the ones they serve at most malay seafood restaurants. I need it to be spicy but not too spicy, and so addictive that you'll see me slurping up the soup til the very last drop. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I quite like the ones that we had at Bangkok last year. That was damn shiok la. Cos over there, they use santan (erm, milk?) and lots and lots of serai. Most malay shops in Singapore dont use santan in their tom yams. *boo* Especially on a cold cold cold day, woohoo the right tom yam will warm you right up. haha.. And yesterday I had dinner at Nana Thai (yes, again.. haha) with Nadz. Their tom yam noodles made me a very very happy girl. =) I soooo have to bring lotsa tom yam cubes with me when I go Manchester! woohoo~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok I cant believe I just spent 2 paragraphs talking about tom yam. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of manchester, I can't believe it slipped my mind! I forgot to apply for the travel grant so that ntu can pay for my airfare! argh!!! Too caught up with work already.. *haiz* It totally blanked out from my mind until Suresh asked me during lunch just now. Argh!!! I wonder if they are willing to make a concession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that Suresh! He's not going Manchester anymore! He changed his application to hertfordshire (like where the heck is that sia?!) cos you can clear more (as compared to none in Manchester) modules over there. So now I dunno who I'm going with cos I havent contacted the rest who are going Manchester. what lah u, raise my hopes up only! haha.. and!!! I just found out today that suresh is an AC boy!! haha all along I thought he was from raffles. Oh well, ac.. raffles.. don't make much diff to me cos I'm from both~* =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Results came out on Monday. Not as spectacular as last sem's and I would say that it was definitely better than my first year's results, alhamdulillah. BUT, I hate my grade for risk management. Ewwww i hate it hate it hate it. My lowest grade ever. Spoil my transcript only. Ergh. And I dont even get it, of all modules, WHY that one? when i did so well for the project  and quiz throughout the sem. I know I didn't put in my best effort for that final paper, but I didn't think I'd screw it up that badly. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, did you all notice it? It didn't cross my attention until monday night, but.. Rahimah Rahim (from SI2) left a comment on my tuesday, may 30th post! haha.. I really think I should do something about my comment box. No one ever notices them. (hence, the flooding on the tagboard) Ok but anyway, I was just like.. ooooh ok hmmm so she left a msg on my blog. hahaha.. a little surreal, I must say. haha.. Too many people I don't know are reading this blog. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, she was not bad la in the show tonight. Thought she could do better, like show off her vocals more or something. The attitude is there la, but I feel like it wont appeal to many people though. But I think even if she doesnt get thru tmr, confirm the judges will send her to the wildcard round. Confirm! haha.. I still like Paul Twohill! haha.. yay Nadz we both go support him and smell pretty.. haha! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to start getting my butt to the gym again. pronto!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14773552-114968998235275605?l=missymarsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/feeds/114968998235275605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14773552&amp;postID=114968998235275605&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/114968998235275605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/114968998235275605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/2006/06/as-spicy-as-tom-yam.html' title='as spicy as tom yam'/><author><name>missymarsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402832719248432168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14773552.post-114942490125275163</id><published>2006-06-04T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T20:41:43.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my pretty baby</title><content type='html'>yesterday was simply absolutely fantabulous! *bliss*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you baby. thanks for making me the happiest girl ever! i just wish that i have u around all the time. cos yesterday made me realise how happy i am with u. and how much i needed u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my baby flew down to jb to spend the day with me and my family. *happiness* even though u din have to, but u did. and that already speaks volumes of how much u love me. what really touched me was the way u indulged my granddad in conversation after maghrib. it just made me so happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know we have to make many sacrifices in this relationship, and im willing to make them. cos i know that there's no other for me but you. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14773552-114942490125275163?l=missymarsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/feeds/114942490125275163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14773552&amp;postID=114942490125275163&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/114942490125275163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/114942490125275163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-pretty-baby.html' title='my pretty baby'/><author><name>missymarsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402832719248432168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14773552.post-114908330916966568</id><published>2006-05-31T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T21:53:35.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you smell pretty</title><content type='html'>singapore idol tonight was almost bland. no wait, it was totally bland, except for paul twohill. haha.. he's seriously a born entertainer la. my prediction for tmr's results: paul n jon. hee.. the rest sound pretty much the same i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/Paul-Twohill.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/Paul-Twohill.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check out that mop of hair! haha.. *you smell pretty*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14773552-114908330916966568?l=missymarsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/feeds/114908330916966568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14773552&amp;postID=114908330916966568&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/114908330916966568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/114908330916966568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/2006/05/you-smell-pretty.html' title='you smell pretty'/><author><name>missymarsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402832719248432168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14773552.post-114900519624197481</id><published>2006-05-30T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T00:09:37.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fitness idol</title><content type='html'>I'm feeling so sleepy now.. *yawns* and I don't really feel like blogging cos really I just wanna hit the pillow already. But must mention this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the gym today!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wheeee~* (see la, exercise truly releases endorphins! haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pwc staff gets to use the planet fitness outlet at far east square for free! so we're gonna make full use of it. this is already our 4th week of work, and after this week, only 6 weeks left! im such a freeloader. haha if this (free gym usage) doesn't motivate me to get fit, i dunno what else will! haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway there's a ladies-only gym area which is cordoned off from the main area, so I can exercise without my tudung! me happy la~* but i'm sooo gonna be in pain tmr.. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna say much more (i might, but not in this entry.. penat already la dei) about the whole big hoo-ha u all created on the tagboard. But just wanna say thanks to those who believed in me (yani, aisyah, elly, kak yati(!), clarity.. and anyone else i missed.) btw &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kak yati&lt;/span&gt;, just thought i'd tell u that you're featured on the NBS site as an &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;outstanding alumni&lt;/span&gt;.. hehe in case you didn't know.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yarh! did anyone watch singapore idol? haha that paul guy (the one with his hair all over his face) is damn freaking funny la! when he was showing the camera crew arnd the room and he kept swivelling his head, me n faris just kept laughing non-stop. haha.. i think he's those kind you'd hate to love and you'll just love to hate.. haha.. but he's super entertaining. I wouldn't mind him going thru to the top 12 just for entertainment's sake. haha.. and i think that rahimah rahim is one of the better performers this season. i like her voice. the rest are just quite forgettable right now. heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14773552-114900519624197481?l=missymarsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/feeds/114900519624197481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14773552&amp;postID=114900519624197481&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/114900519624197481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/114900519624197481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/2006/05/fitness-idol.html' title='fitness idol'/><author><name>missymarsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402832719248432168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14773552.post-114883396110870821</id><published>2006-05-29T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T00:32:41.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>japanese dinner</title><content type='html'>Wow! Managed to convince my parents to try out Ramen Ten just now. heehee.. my parents, especially my dad who can't live without malay food. And they found it not bad! *yay* went there with mak nab's family as well, cos we were from my granny's place. So long already hadn't visit her. So we went all 10 of us. I'm so full now but super duper happy! =) I like their teriyaki chicken bento set! the miso soup so sedap! yummmms~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there may be a silver lining lying behind the cloud. *smiles* I don't want to say much now, but I have this feeling that things are only going to get better from now on, insyaallah. I have to say, that my family has been very blessed indeed! I love my family! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, anyone looking for comfy closed-toe shoes for work which are not plain black in colour? There's this shop at Far East Square selling customizable shoes of those kind. You can customise the heel, size and colour of the shoe. I think for some of the shoes, you can even customize the design a bit. The shoes will come about 1 month after you order and they are on average, selling for about $50 a pair. Quite cheap, considering that the shoes are so super comfy cos there are cushion linings inside! And their designs are also oh-so-pretty, with lotsa lace, buttons and retro-ish designs! Nadz, I think u will love this shop! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14773552-114883396110870821?l=missymarsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/feeds/114883396110870821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14773552&amp;postID=114883396110870821&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/114883396110870821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/114883396110870821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/2006/05/japanese-dinner.html' title='japanese dinner'/><author><name>missymarsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402832719248432168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14773552.post-114874505355473265</id><published>2006-05-27T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T00:40:34.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yay! I finally got around to uploading pictures from the past week! =) first up, the ones that elly wants! pictures from fariz and liyana's wedding last sunday. this was taken at the bride's side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/hee%20002.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/hee%20002.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I soo soo lurve their pelamin la! So pinkish and purplish and pretty! =) But it was only as we were leaving that I noticed there was a mini chandelier like thingy at the top but I didn't have a chance to take a picture of it. I *hearts* weddings! =) And I prefer those couches like thingy on the pelamin as compared to 2 separate chairs for the bride and groom. hehe.. cosier..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/hee%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/hee%20003.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Elly and me arrived quite late, the pair was just about to leave. We were quite scared that we'd miss them initially. hehe.. So we thought of hailing a cab from chinese garden cos elly thot her place looked quite far on the map. Skali we bumped into this group of drunk indonesians. Super scary la cos they were trying to hail a cab also and purposely trying to cut queue. So in the end we just walked to her place. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/hee%20005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/hee%20005.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Didn't bump into many of the AC people there except for Khalsom, Suhaimi and Halija. Except for Khalsom whom I bump into in school, havn't really seen the rest for quite some time. That's Halija up there with me and elly. wheee~* colourful picture.. =) oh the food was GOOD. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/hee%20007%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/hee%20007%20copy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i love ellywelly! *muah* haha i just read ur ming seng post today. i told fad abt it, and now he insists on ming seng too. seela u.. plant ideas in his head only. -_- i duwan ming seng, so makcik makcik lydet! haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we had a fire drill at work yesterday! So cool! Cos when you have fire drill, you get some time off! =) They put up this announcement that the lifts were not gonna be working during the fire drill itself. So we got some inside info that the fire drill was gonna start at 230. haha, so happily at 225, all 5 of us took the lift down so we wouldnt have to walk down 19 flights of stairs. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/hee%20010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/hee%20010.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we asked jiahao to take picture for us. then when we asked him if it looks good, he'll be like *what? which part of the picture? the background?* haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway while we were happily snapping away, we suddenly realised that lawrence was missing. turned around and saw him across the road! apparently he couldn't find a dustbin to throw his rubbish away so he actually crossed the road to do it. wahhh so responsible seh! good for u lawrence! haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/hee%20012%20copy.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/hee%20012%20copy.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;lawrence is damn fun to bully la! cos he's damn amusing. we decided that jiahao is a real ah-beng and lawrence is the pseudo wannabe ah-beng. the way he talks is damn funny! =) anyway, we have a mission to get him attached by the end of these 10 weeks.. and jiahao happily came up with a candidate for him! haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/hee%20011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/hee%20011.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the 5 of us! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/hee%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/hee%20001.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;met up w my sistas sya and yani after work for some X-Men action! =) I love my sistas cos they never fail to make me feel lighthearted! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/hee%20015%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/hee%20015%20copy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*muah* i hearts u guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i didn't realise that raffles exchange is quite a bit of shopping haven! we were walking arnd there during lunchtime and we found a few nice shops worth checking out. and the best part? they are all on SALE! the great singapore sale is here baybeh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i bought a pair of shoes! pretty pretty shoes which i can wear to work! n they were cheap too! =) so me=happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/hee%20017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/hee%20017.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and it came in this cute pink box which doubled up as a bag as well! How unique!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/hee%20016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/hee%20016.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;see, u pull the box out of the so-called bag! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/hee%20018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/hee%20018.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i *hearts* lace!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/hee%20019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/hee%20019.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;it was just nice, cos i was looking for pair of brown shoes anyway. so just my luck. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, regarding what's happening with u pple on my tagboard.  i did not change the meaning of my words, but thanks to you people who don't seem to understand simple english, i end up having to explain myself. my words mean the same when i typed them one week ago as they do now. my friends who know me understand that, and unlike you, they don't have problems figuring out what i meant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i seriously cant be bothered with u pple. now if u all still want to bitch about me, gladly go ahead cos u don't mean a single thing to me. i'm just a girl trying to live her life, and all i want is what's best for my family, friends and me. if u all can't appreciate that, then i really pity u. nanti yang dosa bukannya i. toodles~*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14773552-114874505355473265?l=missymarsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/feeds/114874505355473265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14773552&amp;postID=114874505355473265&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/114874505355473265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/114874505355473265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/2006/05/yay-i-finally-got-around-to-uploading.html' title=''/><author><name>missymarsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402832719248432168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14773552.post-114866318029410974</id><published>2006-05-26T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T01:41:14.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Assumptions are not gonna get you anywhere</title><content type='html'>Hmm, I was a little surprised when I checked my blog just as I was leaving work this evening, and I saw the flood of comments on my tagboard. But I was astounded, at the level of incredulity that the taggers made themselves out to be. It certainly provided a good laugh, as I recounted to Sya and Yani about all the mistakes and assumptions you guys made in attacking me, and my brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought X Men was fantastic, minus the ending. Soooo super anticlimax. boo. Even the little ten second snippet after the credits finished rolling. I have a feeling there might be an X Men 4. Just a hunch. =) It seems to me that nobody can die in the show. You die also, can still come back to life somehow. I still don't get how Jean came back to life. haha.. Oh well.. *shrugs* Not like I'm that smart or anything right, so I probably can't figure it out? *glares at no one in particular*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I had originally wanted to post up lotsa pictures today (sorry elly, but your pictures are gonna have to wait =(), but thanks to these irritating flies, there's something else I need to do first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my original post, never was my intention to slam Mendaki. I was slamming their staff. Having been in the education system for years, I very well know it is not anybody's right to demand that someone pay for your education. It's not a right, but a priviledge. That I understand, and I do not need you people to point that out to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not state in my post that I expected the bursary to be handed with open arms to my brother. If you had read my post &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;CLEARLY&lt;/span&gt;, what I was upset about was how their staff treated my mom's queries when she called them to ask about why he got rejected. They immediately &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;ASSUMED&lt;/span&gt; the reason for which he got rejected, before they even asked for his name. And you expect me to not get upset? You've got to be kidding me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL of you who commented on my tagboard, (yes, even YOU far). All of you obviously seem to have never heard of the Special Malay Bursary. You automatically assume that it's just a normal bursary, just like any other bursaries that other organizations give out to the poor and needy. You should have done your research first, cos you've got it totally wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I respect the fact that organizations should help the poor and needy through bursaries as I believe that everyone deserves a fair chance at educating and improving themselves. Never once did I state that they do not deserve a chance. NEVER. Especially in a country like ours, where the only way for you to carve your way forward is if you have a strong foundation in education.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure you would remember, that in the not-so-distant past, Malays enjoyed free education, even up til the tertiary level. However, thanks to a certain minister, all of those rights were abolished and now we Malays have to fork out our own money, just as the other races, to complete our tertiary education. I'm not saying here that what he did was wrong or right, but I'm just giving a little bit of background as to the need for this bursary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As mentioned in my friend Yani's blog recently in February (she happens to be one of the recepients of this bursary too),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in light of the upcoming A level results (ok not a very welcoming opening line, i know.)&lt;br /&gt;mendaki has released several scholarship application forms.&lt;br /&gt;strangely though, i never received it when i was awaiting results. however, NOW they give it to me, so i shall pass it on. ok? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of the scholarship-bursaries is very important. it is the &lt;strong&gt;special malay bursary&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i believe this is our right as the indigenous people. back then, we(malays) were promised free education, because this country was not able to grant us land(as they do for the indigenous people). this bursary pays &lt;strong&gt;full tuition fees&lt;/strong&gt;, and on top of that, it gives &lt;strong&gt;a yearly living allowance&lt;/strong&gt; of a considerable amount. however, we should never take without giving back. so there is a condition. each recipient has to complete &lt;strong&gt;approximately 1200 hours of community service&lt;/strong&gt;. fret not, you have &lt;strong&gt;up to 5 years after graduation&lt;/strong&gt; to do so. apart from this, there are no other strings attached.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so why am i putting this on my blog?&lt;br /&gt;because two years back, it was rather difficult to obtain an application form for this bursary. it wasn't on the website, and if you go to mendaki and you ask for any tertiary tuition fee bursary, they'll simply hand you the tertiary tuition fee loan. which is NOT what we deserve as indigenous people. the only reason we got it was because we knew about it beforehand, and we had to specifically ask "can i have the special malay bursary form?", THEN they handed us the right form. :(&lt;/blockquote&gt;here's the &lt;a href="http://sinfullyhonest.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_sinfullyhonest_archive.html"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt; to that page.. in case you want "evidence" that I didn't cook it up by myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not enough? Ok, here's the &lt;a href="http://www.mendaki.org.sg/content.jsp?cont_cat_id=19&amp;cont_id=527"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt; to Mendaki's site then. Scroll down all the way for the information on this Special Malay Bursary.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="background: rgb(230, 230, 230) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:14;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="background: rgb(230, 230, 230) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:14;"  &gt;SPECIAL MALAY BURSARY (SMB)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:14;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:11;"  &gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:11;"  &gt;Introduction &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:11;"  &gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:11;"  &gt;Before 1995, the Public Service Commission (PSC) administered the Special Malay Bursary (SMB) for Malay students studying in the local tertiary institutions. In 1995, MENDAKI took over the administration of the SMB. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:11;"  &gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:11;"  &gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:11;"  &gt;Eligibility Criteria&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:11;"  &gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:11;"  &gt;You are eligible to apply for the bursary if: &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:11;"  &gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt 0.75in; text-align: justify; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Wingdings;font-size:11;"  &gt;Ø&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:11;"  &gt;You are a Malay Singapore Citizen and have been residing in Singapore for at least 5 years immediately before being admitted to the institution. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt 0.75in; text-align: justify; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Wingdings;font-size:11;"  &gt;Ø&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:11;"  &gt;You are enrolled in any of the following institutions: &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:11;"  &gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1in; text-align: justify; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:11;"  &gt;a)&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:11;"  &gt;Nanyang Polytechnic &lt;span style=""&gt;                         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1in; text-align: justify; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:11;"  &gt;b)&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:11;"  &gt;Ngee Ann Polytechnic &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1in; text-align: justify; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:11;"  &gt;c)&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:11;"  &gt;Singapore Polytechnic &lt;span style=""&gt;                                   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1in; text-align: justify; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:11;"  &gt;d)&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:11;"  &gt;Temasek Polytechnic &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1in; text-align: justify; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:11;"  &gt;e)&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:11;"  &gt;Republic Polytechnic &lt;span style=""&gt;             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1in; text-align: justify; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:11;"  &gt;f)&lt;span style=""&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:11;"  &gt;Nanyang Technological University / National Institute of Education&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1in; text-align: justify; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:11;"  &gt;g)&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:11;"  &gt;National University of Singapore &lt;span style=""&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1in; text-align: justify; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:11;"  &gt;h)&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:11;"  &gt;Singapore Management University &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:11;"  &gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt 0.75in; text-align: justify; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Wingdings;font-size:11;"  &gt;Ø&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:11;"  &gt;You have completed secondary education in a school in Singapore. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt 0.75in; text-align: justify; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Wingdings;font-size:11;"  &gt;Ø&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:11;"  &gt;You possess good results in the GCE 'O' or GCE 'A' level examinations. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt 0.75in; text-align: justify; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Wingdings;font-size:11;"  &gt;Ø&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:11;"  &gt;You participated actively in extra-curricular activities. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:11;"  &gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:11;"  &gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:11;"  &gt;Condition &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:11;"  &gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:11;"  &gt;Successful applicant will be enlisted for "compulsory" volunteerism in MENDAKI or it's affiliates. Polytechnic students will need to volunteer for 76 days (or 532 hours) and for degree students for 176 days (or 1232 hours).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:11;"  &gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:11;"  &gt;Applicants must apply personally at the institution and complete the admission procedures required by the university. Applicants must inform MENDAKI on the outcome of their application to the tertiary institutions. Interviews will be held after they have been accepted by the Polytechnic /University. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:11;"  &gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:11;"  &gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:11;"  &gt;Application Procedure &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:11;"  &gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:11;"  &gt;Application is open in March/April each year.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Application forms may be obtained at the reception counter of Yayasan MENDAKI, Wisma MENDAKI, 51 Kee Sun Avenue, Off Tay Lian Teck Road Singapore 457056. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:11;"  &gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:11;"  &gt;Completed forms with supporting documents must be submitted to Yayasan MENDAKI within 20 days after the official announcement of GCE ?O?/?A? Level result. Incomplete forms will not be processed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Notice the part near the bottom which says that interviews will be held after they have been accepted by the university? My brother received his rejection letter one week before he received the news that he got into Medicine. With his kind of results, he should have been shortlisted for the interviews before getting rejected. No news of interviews, and then suddenly a rejection letter. Smells fishy doesn't it? And if you're gonna say that other people did better than him, that's why he didn't get shortlisted, give me the list la! Of all those who did better than him. I doubt there are more than 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice also how the eligibility criteria does not mention anything about family income. Obviously, my family does not qualify for most normal bursaries in this case, as my dad earns more than the $3,000 cap they impose on most bursary applications. And we know fully well to steer clear of those bursaries. However, to say that we do not deserve this special malay bursary at all is outrageous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do any of you know how expensive it is to study Medicine in Singapore, even with the government's subsidy? We normal undergraduates pay roughly about $6,000 per Academic Year. Medicine undergraduates have to fork out about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;$17,010 per Academic Year&lt;/span&gt;. And their course is about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;5-6 years long&lt;/span&gt;. Compute that yourself and you tell me how much more we have to pay now. Oh yeah, here's the&lt;a href="http://www.nus.edu.sg/oam/apply/faq/#fin1"&gt; link&lt;/a&gt; as well, you know, for evidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh yeah, which one of you was it who said my brother didn't even need to pay for his medicine school fees? Where did you get that idea from? If he did not need to pay for his school fees, why would we even be applying for the bursary? For fun is it? Wah, so fun ah let's all go apply for bursaries so that we can get money that we don't need! -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How undeserving is my family of this bursary huh?  Huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still currenly in school right now, with still a year left to go and I am studying without any financial support from any organizations. My brother is about to start medical school this August, hence the hefty bills that are about to come. (Remember their costs are about 3 times that of a normal course) My youngest brother is currently in his O level year, which means that insyaallah, he will be in university in 4-5 years' time. Can you imagine the amount of finances we would need?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't say that my family is well-off. Otherwise, I wouldn't be broke so often. We don't live in a mansion. We live in a normal HDB flat in Bukit Batok. While we do travel quite a bit for our holidays, I've never been to Europe or America. (I'm actually hoping and praying for a scholarship to come in to finance my exchange prog next semester.) Yes, add that exchange prog to my family's financial burdens please and you'll hopefully get a better picture that my family is not as well-off as you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to whoever it was who said that I was in no position to call their staff incompetent as I have never experienced working life: Hello, I am currently working right now, doing my attachment at PricewaterhouseCoopers, one of the 4 biggest accounting firms in the world. And I had also worked during last year's break, for about 2 and a half months at Alcatel. Trust me, I am pretty efficient, and incompetent would probably be the last word to describe how I work. Most of the time, I finish my tasks so fast (even though I try to drag them out as long as I can) that I'm left with nothing much to do. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the Mendaki people had to deal with was just administrative matters. If it was a simple glitch in their system, just apologise and we can all move on. They didn't have to assume and offend my mom and our whole family. If it was truly the case that my brother did not get the bursary because of certain reasons, then give us the reasons and we will all be satisfied. However, instead of providing us with the proper reasons, they immediately used assumptions to answer my mom's queries. And when their assumptions turned out to be false, they paiseh and don't know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assumptions will not get us anywhere, just as how all of you have made assumptions in attacking my family. Make sure you get your facts right first, before throwing accusations at us. Even Islam teaches us not to make assumptions. Those who make assumptions and fail to question about the truth behind every fact will never prosper. Islam teaches us to think, and not to just accept facts as they are. Read up a little on your Islamic history, will u?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say that I am degrading my own race. I was just stating the obvious. If you are gonna rely on assumptions all the time, there is no way you're going to prosper. And how can I be degrading my own race, when what I want is for the Malays to progress. There are only so few malays who gets into Medicine each year (average: 5). If nobody helps them, and they are not able to pay their tuition fees, won't there even be more of a shortage of Malay doctors around?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of these kids who end up studying Medicine are not rich. Most of them come from normal families, and live in HDB flats. So why is it that they have so much potential to contribute back to the society, yet you people are scorning at the thought of my brother getting help to fund his studies? Shouldn't you be encouraging Mendaki to help these students even more, as they have greater potential of contributing back to the society at a higher level? Aren't you degrading your own race by denying these students the opportunity to obtain financial help?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I admit that I was wrong to have called them dickheads, I was in a moment of rage then. I was angry at the world, as Fad couldn't come back to Singapore, and I have not seen him for so long. Then this kind of thing happens, and of course all the words just come out. I may wear the tudung, but I'm not perfect. I don't set out to be an example to all Muslims, I'm just living my life as best as I can. I make mistakes and boy, so do all of you. *hohoho*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I have to say this. While you guys made so many mistakes in flaming me, (I can't be bothered to point them out, this entry would be never-ending otherwise) there was one thing that you got right.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; NUS never did teach me to appreciate that bursaries are a priviledge. &lt;/span&gt;Not that I don't appreciate that bursaries are a priviledge. (I do, I stated so at the start of this entry.) However, dear taggers, I never did go to NUS. So how exactly are they supposed to teach me that? *wonders* If you had read my profile properly before attacking me, I am an NTU Accountancy Undergraduate. *smirks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am certainly grateful that Allah has given my family all the blessings it has received all these years. Yet you accuse me of many things, such as being ungrateful and a shame to the Malay community. *sigh* I'm currently giving tuition as I want other Malay students to also see how easy some things are when you have someone to guide them. Is that being a shame to the community? I only criticised the Malaysian government and Mendaki's staff as they irked me, for reasons that I cannot fathom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys are criticising me and throwing wild accusations at me when you do not know the whole story. I did not do anything to anger you, so why all the adrenaline. Now, I wonder who's more of a shame to the Malay community? Me? Or you? Able to spend so much time reading other peoples' blogs and make wild accusations, when that time could have been spent better-ing yourself. Just like the old Malay saying&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, jangan suka jaga tepi kain orang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I have made my case clear. I never asked for you to read my blog. I had stated clearly that if you do not want to read, you're welcomed to leave. So why get yourself so worked up? ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14773552-114866318029410974?l=missymarsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/feeds/114866318029410974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14773552&amp;postID=114866318029410974&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/114866318029410974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/114866318029410974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/2006/05/assumptions-are-not-gonna-get-you.html' title='Assumptions are not gonna get you anywhere'/><author><name>missymarsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402832719248432168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14773552.post-114822610504467168</id><published>2006-05-21T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T23:41:45.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ac days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/debate_team.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/debate_team.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Omg! I was just surfing arnd and I came across Faeiz's site. And I saw this photo! haha.. This photo brought back super many memories. This picture was taken at NUS's PGP residences, in June 2002. Damn poser right the pic? haha we had a lot of fun then. We didn't really think we could win the debate competition all the way(I mean, we were mostly amateurs), so we thought why not go about it in style? haha.. typical AC. But I look damn bad la in this photo. But I just like the whole concept and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were more pictures which were even more poser! But I cant remember where I kept them. haha.. I still remember that night, during the camp, after they had announced that we had lost and wont be going on to the semis. Instead of wallowing around in despair, we bought a big tub of ice cream and stayed up the whole night playing stupid games. Just me and the boys. Plus Azhar from tp. Cos tp also din make it to the semis. haha.. That was one memorable night. I think the boys got drunk on ice cream. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for Liyana's and Fariz's wedding just now with ellywelly. Pictures will be up soon. Right now, I feel sleepy and lazy to upload dem la. haha.. But I lurve their pelamin. So pretty!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14773552-114822610504467168?l=missymarsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/feeds/114822610504467168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14773552&amp;postID=114822610504467168&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/114822610504467168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/114822610504467168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/2006/05/ac-days.html' title='ac days'/><author><name>missymarsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402832719248432168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14773552.post-114810380624504601</id><published>2006-05-20T13:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T13:54:30.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i just wanna rant</title><content type='html'>Ok this is gonna be quite a long post. Allow me the chance to rant a bit will ya? ;) If you duwan to read, you're welcomed to leave. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work has been okay. It's not exactly the most exciting job around, but I'm learning and that's good. I wasn't able to meet my coach until Thursday cos she was always either away on course, busy or on MC. So up till Wednesday, I was just doing random admin jobs or photocopying thick stacks of financial statements for god knows how many companies! I was so free on Wednesday, I kept going around to EVERYONE asking if they had anything for me to do. Anything! haha.. (I just don't know how to just sit at my desk and not do anything la)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then suddenly, I had so much work to do on Thursday! Thanks to me going around telling everyone how free I was the previous day, everyone came up to me to give me work on Thursday! haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did my first proper tax computation on Thursday. Proper, meaning for a company with real profits and expenses, with all the medical expenses to think about, and how much capital allowances to claim and what is the best way to set off their unutilised capital allowances and losses. The headache wasn't so much the calculations, but finding the information!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG. It's not like in school where you have all the information and all you got to do is just APPLY. But noooo! You have to sift through like hundreds of files (some on paper, some on the database) and sometimes you cant even find what you need! I spent one whole morning trying to find all the relevant information that I needed to do that computation. Imagine! One whole morning!!! In the end, the company doesn't even need to pay taxes cos it has more than enough unutilised capital allowances and losses carried forward from previous YAs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dinner&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Yani, Nyd, Elly, Adila, Huzer and Hatta after work on Friday for dinner @ RamenTen. =) Felt so old, cos most of us came from work. Ergh. Yani from IBN (right?), Nyd from NUH, Huzer from UBS, and me from PWC. Yani was saying, ok from the looks of how we were dressed, we look on average, about 24. (ewwww!! I'm not even 21 yet!) Then we saw Huzer, and he looked about 42. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was a funny affair la. All the usual nonsense. I'm glad I went. Although I'm super super broke now. Bloody hell la, I need my pay now! Now now now! My tutee has been postponing tuition and cos of that, I haven't gotten my pay yet! *boo*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Malaysian Government&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fad's not coming back this weekend. Cos he's stuck in Malaysia! Apparently the Malaysian government has this STUPID ruling that if you apply for a less than a year student visa there, you cannot go outside Malaysia. Well, technically you can la, but then your visa will be revoked. WHAT STUPID AND UTTER RUBBISH! People want to go back home also cannot ah? What kind of stupid dickheads do they have in their government over there ah? I want to see my boyfriend also cannot! GRRR! I haven't seen him for almost 4 months already! 4 freaking months and you are not allowing him to come home for just 2 days! Bloody hell la, what incentive does your rule serve? Ptui. No wonder your country tak maju.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My brother got into Medicine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! Gonna have another doctor in the family! =) Alhamdulillah. My brother got into medicine at NUS. Oi, next time I'm sick you MUST give me free MC okay. Don't care about ethics. hahhaa.. He also very happy. Cos can finally skip the rest of NS after June. He hates the army la. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mendaki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one also another organisation with a lot of dickheads. Seriously. They have one of the most incompetent staff I have ever heard of, comparable to Malaysian's standards. They sent my brother a rejection letter about a week back, saying he can't get the Special Malay Bursary. Like wth? That bursary has got to be one of the easiest bursaries to apply for as long as you get straight As for your A levels. And you tell me, how many Malays can actually get straight As for their A levels?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my mom went to call up Mendaki to demand an explanation or a reason as to why my brother got rejected. And the woman who answered happily said that it should be because my brother didn't meet the qualifications. So my mom asked what qualifications. And she said *oh, his results la.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;HEH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He got 4 As for his A levels, B3 for GP and 2 Merits for his S papers. How many Malays even take S papers? And you're telling my mom that his results didn't meet the qualifications? Hell, my mom can name practically all the Malay students who got 4 As this year at the tip of her fingers and trust me, there are not many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know the best part? That woman didn't even ask for my brother's name! So she just assumed that his results didn't meet the qualifications la!!! What kind of incompetent staff is that?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mendaki's really quite screwed up man. Now he's asking them for help, they duwan to give. Later on, they will confirm ask him for help, once he's a doctor. Idiots. He said they must think that he's not special or malay enough to get the Special Malay Bursary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my parents are gonna see Dr Isa, or maybe even Yaakob Ibrahim. We should have a good chance, since my brother already knows Yaakob Ibrahim. He better gets the support that he needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Weddings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have two weddings to go to! One tmr and another next weekend! Omg I really really feel old. Once you start getting invitations to weddings of people that have no relations to your parents whatsoever, then you know that you're old. Fariz and Liyana are getting married tmr! So exciting! (I love weddings actually) haha.. and then next weekend is Ansari's wedding. Dunno yet if I'm going for that one. Far are you going? So many weddings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And speaking of which, I'm just about to send my parents off at the airport cos they are going to Kota Kinabalu, Sabah for my cousin's engagement. So fun! Wish I can tag along, but I got work on Monday. *boo*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14773552-114810380624504601?l=missymarsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/feeds/114810380624504601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14773552&amp;postID=114810380624504601&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/114810380624504601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/114810380624504601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-just-wanna-rant.html' title='i just wanna rant'/><author><name>missymarsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402832719248432168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14773552.post-114796662185640077</id><published>2006-05-18T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T23:37:01.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lunchtime! =)</title><content type='html'>Every day we look forward to 12 o'clock. cos it's Lunchtime! We're on a quest to try as many different eating places in the Raffles Place/Tanjong Pagar area within these 10 weeks. And today was The House of Nasi Lemak, a quaint little shophouse cafe along Amoy Street. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/dress%20012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/dress%20012.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Audren, Chuiling and me. My darling co-interns. =) Seriously, I dunno what I'd do without you guys. *muah*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/dress%20010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/dress%20010.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our lunch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chuiling and me are also on a quest to find a nice bubble tea shop in the area. There's one at the Arcade but it's not that great. So for now we have to settle for our next best drink..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/dress%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/dress%20002.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KL LUOHAN LONGAN DRINK! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not kidding. That is the name of the drink. haha.. Can be found at China Square.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it tastes a bit like chng teng but in a bubble tea cup. And very cheap also! Only $1.30 per cup!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/dress%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/dress%20003.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Audren, Chuiling, me and Lawrence, hanging around outside China Square. Not wanting to go back to the office yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/dress%20004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/dress%20004.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The effect on your body if you don't go out for lunch and eat in the office everyday : you fall sick! Jia hao! Join us for lunch la next time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/dress%20006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/dress%20006.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The five of us interns in corporate tax. Damn it, I'm really damn short. -_-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14773552-114796662185640077?l=missymarsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/feeds/114796662185640077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14773552&amp;postID=114796662185640077&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/114796662185640077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/114796662185640077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/2006/05/lunchtime.html' title='lunchtime! =)'/><author><name>missymarsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402832719248432168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14773552.post-114796456925588077</id><published>2006-05-18T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T23:02:49.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>da vinci's code for free!</title><content type='html'>One thing I truly love about pwc is their welfare. They really do take care of their staff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such as giving them free movies!!! hehe.. wheeeeeeee~* I lovelovelove free movies. =) So today we had the Da Vinci's Code screening (on opening day!!!) at Plaza Singapura. I somehow managed to get 2 tickets so I asked Sya to come along! *yay*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I asked Kenny first since we were supposed to watch it together and all, but he thinks he'd be out of place amongst all the pwc pple. What only la u. Watch movie where got need to interact with other pple! haha.. Oh well, your loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think they booked like about 4-5 theatres. Maybe more. Not too sure. But a LOT la! for about a thousand over staff. haha.. Damn cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the movie was not bad. I mean, I'm a big fan of the book. I just re-read it a few weeks ago. So I sorta knew all the scenes, which came first etc etc. And I was quite disappointed that they cut out quite a bit of scenes and even changed some of the storyline! But I guess (just like with any other book-to-screen adaptations) you should never expect the exact same things as you get in the book. Just like Harry Potter. haha.. Oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I really wanna go to Paris. And London. And see all those places in the show. haha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14773552-114796456925588077?l=missymarsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/feeds/114796456925588077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14773552&amp;postID=114796456925588077&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/114796456925588077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/114796456925588077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/2006/05/da-vincis-code-for-free.html' title='da vinci&apos;s code for free!'/><author><name>missymarsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402832719248432168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14773552.post-114770968807268245</id><published>2006-05-16T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T00:15:12.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mother's day non-affair</title><content type='html'>Mother's Day was a non-affair this year. cos my dear mummy and me were both sick! =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We actually already had lunch reservations at Tambuah Mas, but cos both of us were feeling woozy and weak and tired, we decided to forego it. Initially I felt bad, cos I didn't want me being sick to stop her from getting her buffet lunch. But then I saw that she was sick too, so yeap, had a good day of rest. I even had a slight fever towards the evening. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I've ever slept so much in a day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 10 plus, bathed, lazed arnd, watch tv, sleep from 2 to 5.. bathe.. laze arnd, eat medicine, slept again at 9pm. ALL the way till six thirty monday morning! haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, that last stretch of sleep really made me feel better. Woke up not feeling woozy anymore! =) And had starbucks during lunch today! *wheee~* =)=)=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14773552-114770968807268245?l=missymarsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/feeds/114770968807268245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14773552&amp;postID=114770968807268245&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/114770968807268245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/114770968807268245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/2006/05/mothers-day-non-affair.html' title='mother&apos;s day non-affair'/><author><name>missymarsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402832719248432168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14773552.post-114735864169326611</id><published>2006-05-11T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T22:45:34.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>department bowling + dinner @ rtc</title><content type='html'>I just came back from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;raffles town club&lt;/span&gt;. pwc's corp tax dept had a bowling and dinner session at raffles town club after work today. it was supposedly to celebrate the end of the peak season period. =) just nice for us interns ah! come to work only get to play bowling for free and free hotel standard dinner somemore! haha.. They had apparently booked the whole alley for us, and also a ballroom for the dinner. Macam chinese wedding! haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a last minute decision to go for it actually. we realised this morning that all the smu interns were going, so it would look kinda bad if us ntu interns din show up right? so i decided to accompany lawrence and at least represent ntu. haha.. but i din regret la. We got to play 2 games of bowling and food was good! =) Got to know a few more of the senior staff, many who were from ntu itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess, we were quite awed by the whole surroundings. Too bad I didn't bring my camera. Lawrence took photos using his phone, so I should be able to get the pics by this Sunday. =) Fun! haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;PA rocks!&lt;/span&gt; hahahaa... can't believe I'm saying that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywooots, me shall be going to JB again tonight. Be back on Saturday! =) *muah*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14773552-114735864169326611?l=missymarsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/feeds/114735864169326611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14773552&amp;postID=114735864169326611&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/114735864169326611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/114735864169326611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/2006/05/department-bowling-dinner-rtc.html' title='department bowling + dinner @ rtc'/><author><name>missymarsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402832719248432168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14773552.post-114726469607844465</id><published>2006-05-10T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T20:38:16.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fruit on your desk</title><content type='html'>We were given our assigned seats and desks today, each one of us separated and placed in the midst of the more senior staff. Which is good, cos then we'll have pple to ask questions should we need any help (and yes, I can foresee myself needing a lot of help).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And chui ling is sitting only two seats away from me so *yay* I don't feel so alone. =) But thing is, both of us are the *blurrest* amongst the 5 interns. haha.. So we end up walking around to the others to ask them anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really grateful that I got posted to this company. They are really trying to be the employer of choice and I bet they have a really good HR department. Providing trainings, manuals, tutorials, super comprehensive systems... We interns even get our own email accounts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are having this Movie Day next thurs for the Da Vinci Code!!!! On opening night! But dunno if we can get tix anot, cos us corporate tax interns only got our emails today. The audit interns got their tix liao. =( no fair. Free tix leh!!! Who duwan? haha.. hopefully we can get it too.. *prays hard*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they do these cute little quirky things. Like placing a fruit on your desk every morning. How sweet! =) I like.. haha.. And those post-it notes. Every table was given one stack. I like coming back to the table to find these little surprises. haha.. Oh and this kind malay woman showed me where I could pray too. =) alhamdulillah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The work is just about to start piling up. I already have 4 jobs to do, and 3 of them are tax computations! Not like the ones we do in school, that one is chicken feet. For this one, you gotta find ALL the information yourself! Arghhh!! That's gonna be a nightmare. I thought we'd be given simple tasks first, but I guess I thought wrong. But I'm glad cos it's a challenge and if I can overcome this, I'd be able to overcome anything when I really start work. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14773552-114726469607844465?l=missymarsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/feeds/114726469607844465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14773552&amp;postID=114726469607844465&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/114726469607844465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/114726469607844465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/2006/05/fruit-on-your-desk.html' title='fruit on your desk'/><author><name>missymarsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402832719248432168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14773552.post-114710413289470022</id><published>2006-05-08T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T00:19:39.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>does every floor have this machine?</title><content type='html'>So, today was my first day of attachment. and I didn't do any work! cos today and tmr is just training, so it was like mostly lectures. 13 weeks of tax lessons crammed into 2 days. =) thank goodness i can still remember whatever I learned two sems ago. haha.. There are 5 of us interns in corporate tax.. and I think we're gonna end up becoming quite close over these 10 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;highlight of the day was finding this super cool drinks dispenser machine. its free, and you can get like coffee, cappucino, espresso, mocha, expresschoc (dunno wazzat), hot chocolate and teh tarik. How cool is that machine?! Our main concern was if they had that machine at every level of the office. haha.. Like, how trivial is that? (oh but if you're wondering, yeah they do have it at every level) haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway yunnybunny treated me and Sya to &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Starbucks&lt;/span&gt; after work! wheeee~* okla, not really treated. more like she used her $10 voucher plus she got Muslim to throw in a free drink. haha.. cos he was working at the starbucks. =) thankiuk yani + Muslim. =) I tried the new &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Java Chip Frappucino&lt;/span&gt;. I guess its ok, but I still think rhumba sounds wayy cooler! haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a great time with my sistas today. It's been long since we've gone out like that. *huuggsss* I love you guys. =) And syaaa.... we didn't take a tamagotchi! *wink* hahahaa.. sya is the only person I know who'll go *yani.. aren't you gonna tell her my secret?* haha can pengsan man! which person will beg someone to tell others abt their secret? hahahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway our trainer is damn nice la. I get to report to work half an hour later tmr! =) and we'll most probably end earlier also. wheeee~* ok I gotta read up a bit on sections 14 and 15 of de income tax act before I sleep.. goodnite!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14773552-114710413289470022?l=missymarsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/feeds/114710413289470022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14773552&amp;postID=114710413289470022&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/114710413289470022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/114710413289470022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/2006/05/does-every-floor-have-this-machine.html' title='does every floor have this machine?'/><author><name>missymarsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402832719248432168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14773552.post-114697941694251881</id><published>2006-05-07T13:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T13:23:36.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 dollar meal</title><content type='html'>wow.. past few days have pretty much passed by like a whirlwind. haha.. was so tired yesterday, slept like a log til almost 12 this morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was yani's and nydia's combined birthday party at Aloha Loyang. haha.. had a great time, although it further re-emphasized how much I don't like crowds and maybe that's why I've never been attracted to clubbing. Wished I could have stayed longer but my parents insisted on going JB that night itself, so had to leave early at 1030! *boo*..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for pictures, click &lt;a href="http://aidyn-ailemac.blogspot.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. *haha sorry nyd, I was lazy to take pictures that night, so use urs ok kan? =)*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday I followed my parents to their weekly JB getaway so that I could get whatever stuff I still needed for PA. OMG! I love shopping in JB la! We went to that new place, the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jusco at Tebrau City&lt;/span&gt;. woohoo~* Shiok seh that place! It's like MY heaven!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's all these damn nice-looking cafes and restaurants that are just begging for you to try them out. And the best part? I think almost ALL of them are halal! haha.. Anndd there's BreadTalk and Dunkin Donuts also!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the shops! They have the typical Esprit, Mango, G2000 like what you can find in Singapore malls. But there's also the Jusco departmental store. Which has cheap clothes! and I found many nice things there! haha.. Shiok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up buying 2 more shirts, 2 pairs of pants, and a pair of shoes (no, not green! ;)) for less than 100 singapore bucks! Super cheap sia! And the shoes are power one ok.. alain delon.. not some cheapskate shoes. wahahhaha.. oh and I bough this halter dress also.. with flowery patterns.. white, blue and green.. veh pretty! =) only RM59.90!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I tell you, one day in JB is enough to make you fat again. Whole day, just eat and eat and eat. haha.. delifrance for breakfast, yong tau hu for lunch, getok ubi and goreng pisang for tea, and naan for dinner. yuummmmm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and omg, everyone should really try that naan place at bandar baru uda. It's just a small warong, but it's super shiok la! 2 pieces of naan(very big) + daal + keema + some onion appetizer thingy + a huge slab of tandoori chicken = RM 4.50 = less than SGD2!!!!!! super worth it or not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm super worried about tmr. Not so much about the work cos the woman said first few days they gonna train us first. But whether anot I can wake up at 630. Die la!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14773552-114697941694251881?l=missymarsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/feeds/114697941694251881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14773552&amp;postID=114697941694251881&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/114697941694251881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/114697941694251881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/2006/05/2-dollar-meal.html' title='2 dollar meal'/><author><name>missymarsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402832719248432168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14773552.post-114675731964143011</id><published>2006-05-04T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T23:41:59.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fairy!</title><content type='html'>I want this perfume!!! So pretty right the bottle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/V248048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/V248048.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna Sui Secret Wish. I like that pretty fairy at the top of the bottle! and it smells great too, very fruity and earthy.. my favourite kind of fragrance. heehee.. Ok, I shall aim to get this, once my Guess perfume finishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I've been attracted to green coloured things lately. 2 of my tops for my attachment are green. (1 turquoise, another lime greenish) My blog is green! haha.. And I have a lot of green tops and accessories. More than pink/purple coloured ones I think. Heck, my wallet is green! haha.. I think green should be my favourite colour instead of pink/purple!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just bought another green bag! For work.. haha I know should have gotten a more neutral colour, but this green one was just calling out to me.. ooopz.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! Only need to get shoes for PA and I'm all set! =) The whole world seemed to be in town la today, shopping for PA stuff. haha.. I tell you, it's so not worth it. They pay you peanuts but yet, you gotta spend so much getting ready for it. *bleargh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14773552-114675731964143011?l=missymarsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/feeds/114675731964143011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14773552&amp;postID=114675731964143011&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/114675731964143011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/114675731964143011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/2006/05/fairy.html' title='Fairy!'/><author><name>missymarsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402832719248432168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14773552.post-114647961305370969</id><published>2006-05-01T18:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T18:33:33.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chocolate truffle shower milk</title><content type='html'>I love this one week holiday, finally time for me to totally just chill out. Wake up in the afternoon, and spend the whole day watching tv or reading. *bliss* the only other thing that would make all this more perfect is if I'm by the beach and there's a cool breeze fanning me. And hot guys serving me drinks. mmm.. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Pizza Hut at Bukit Timah Plaza with the family yest night. Was quite appalled by their service, totally not worth the 9 buckeroos plus for the service tax and gst. What service man? They ran out of the cream of mushroom! How can any pizza hut run out of cream of mushroom?!? grr..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But other that that, the food was fab! Had my chicken royale baked pasta, faris had some chic'ago linguine with alfredo sauce and we all shared a cheezy lava stuffed crust pizza. Yummm!&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; I lurrveee cheese!&lt;/span&gt; =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! guess what I found at the NTUC there? heehee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/apr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/apr.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chocolate truffle shower milk! with cocoa butter.. &lt;/span&gt;Doesn't it look so yummilicious? Mmmm.. it came in a few "flavours". There was another one called *creme brulee*! haha.. Damn cute, I just had to get this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my mom damn cute la. Just now I was helping her shred the chicken for her mee soto, then suddenly she asked me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Mom:&lt;/span&gt; Eh, when's your next paper ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Huh? I finish my exams already la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Mom:&lt;/span&gt; Really? So this week you dah takder paper lagi ah? (So this week you got no more papers la?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Yeah! Then what you think I've been doing for the past few days? I was like out for two whole days on Friday and Saturday, then yesterday I was like bumming the whole day at home..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Mom:&lt;/span&gt; Manerlah tahu, kau kan tak belajar pun boleh pass. (who knows, you don't study also can pass what) Straight A student pe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.. Cos before that I was asking my mom and dad about their past la, their secondary school days and their friends and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Eh, I thought you and abah only met at work right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Mom:&lt;/span&gt; Yeah la, we all not mentel (erm, flirtatious?) what last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Eh, mentel mentel pun I get straight As k!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, oooopz. I will sooo miss these type of conversations when I go off to manchester.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14773552-114647961305370969?l=missymarsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/feeds/114647961305370969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14773552&amp;postID=114647961305370969&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/114647961305370969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/114647961305370969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/2006/05/chocolate-truffle-shower-milk.html' title='chocolate truffle shower milk'/><author><name>missymarsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402832719248432168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14773552.post-114631372403614996</id><published>2006-04-29T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T20:32:35.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>affair with the president's wife</title><content type='html'>Missymarsie is very happy today! Cos she managed to do many many things.. wheeeee~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We carried out our &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;*surprise sya at home*&lt;/span&gt; surprise attack this morning cos it's her 21st birthday and she didn't wanna have any parties or anything grand or elaborate. Haha, so we came to her instead! So fun! But pictures are all with yani and nyd, so I can't post them up here now. heh.. Sya, you like our gifts right? Confirm you like one! =) If you don't like can give me, I also like. *beams* and oh yeah, sya greeted us in her customary shriek! haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then met up with Far! Cos sya's block is only a few blocks away from hers, so met her under Sya's block. hehe.. went Causeway Point to watch &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Sentinel&lt;/span&gt;. Eh, I thought I wouldn't enjoy that show at first, thought like it wouldn't be my kind of show but I was proven wrong! I loved it! haha.. I thought it was quite nice, the action and the figuring out who's the bad guy and stuff. Okla, but cannot watch these kinda shows too often, I don't really like to use my brain. haha.. yeah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooooh and then we went &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;shopping&lt;/span&gt;! And we are very the happy with our load, right Far? Metro got so many nice work clothes ah! And going for quite cheap also. arnd 30 bucks each! woohooo~* Just nice for my upcoming PA (professional attachment). Ended up buying 3 shirts, all 3 very nice nice and pretty pretty and cheap cheap! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we got ourselves a late lunch (or tea?) haha at Long John's.. I lurrrveee their salsa cheese.. mmm YUM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, got many many super nice movies coming up!!! Can go out to watch movies a lot this coming holidays (ok, what holidays? LOL).. YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M:I:III - opening 3 may&lt;br /&gt;da vinci code - opening 18 may &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;(kenny! this one must watch together har!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X men:the last stand - opening 25 may&lt;br /&gt;scary movie 4 - opening 22 june&lt;br /&gt;superman returns - opening 29 june&lt;br /&gt;pirates of the caribean:dead man's chest - opening 13 july&lt;br /&gt;thank you for smoking - ?? dunno when opening but got adam brody in it! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care, I must catch ALL of those movies above. And I die die mesti watch da vinci code and pirates of the caribbean cos I loved the dan brown book and I loved the first pirates of the caribbean movie, especially johnny depp *swooons*!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok now who wanna make movie dates with me? *beams*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14773552-114631372403614996?l=missymarsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/feeds/114631372403614996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14773552&amp;postID=114631372403614996&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/114631372403614996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/114631372403614996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/2006/04/affair-with-presidents-wife.html' title='affair with the president&apos;s wife'/><author><name>missymarsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402832719248432168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14773552.post-114624555575640972</id><published>2006-04-29T01:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T01:32:35.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>walk about town</title><content type='html'>wah my kaki damn penat man! whole day walk about town.. reminds me of those secondary school days. shiok! haha cos I met yani at abt one plus lydet, then last time in RGS we normally ended sch like abt 1.50pm lydet.. just walk about town with no purpose (okla, we sorta had a purpose just now) and no direction. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met up with yani bunny and then nyd joined us later on at about 5 plus. walked here walked there. i dunno how many times we kept walking between taka and wisma. but fun la, cos long time havent do that. haha.. went for dinner at marina square where huzer and hatta joined us. had my gelato also!!! mmmmm shiokshiok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was a good day la and tmr will be even better! wheeeee~* =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wah, this month really a LOT of birthdays sia. no, make that this whole year. it's like everyone is really celebrating their 21st in style. chalets, parties and whatnots. Next Fri will be Yani and Nyd's combined birthday party. And I just found out that Desmond from my AC class also having his party on that same night. wahaha, I think I'm not going for Desmond's one la, not close to him anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yarh! Nadz! Taka got beard papa also! I saw just now.. heh.. I like that Taka basement. Got so many nice stuffs to eat. Auntie Anne's pretzels, the brownie factory, bakerzin, haagen daaz, orange julius, venezia gelato.. oooh yumyum!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14773552-114624555575640972?l=missymarsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/feeds/114624555575640972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14773552&amp;postID=114624555575640972&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/114624555575640972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/114624555575640972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/2006/04/walk-about-town.html' title='walk about town'/><author><name>missymarsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402832719248432168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14773552.post-114596824170348288</id><published>2006-04-25T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T20:30:41.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bleargh</title><content type='html'>ok, company law was bad. bad bad bad bad bad. *bleargh* how can they put the hardest question as the first question?!?!?! that's like how super demoralising can! the second and third questions were do-able, but that first one threw me off-guard. So skipped it and in the end, I ended up with only 5 minutes to do 18 marks worth of questions. *bleargh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta cram for AA205 now. 20 seminars worth of readings to read. in just a little bit more than a day. woohoo~* bring it on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who wanna go watch movies after exams?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14773552-114596824170348288?l=missymarsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/feeds/114596824170348288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14773552&amp;postID=114596824170348288&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/114596824170348288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/114596824170348288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/2006/04/bleargh.html' title='bleargh'/><author><name>missymarsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402832719248432168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14773552.post-114586819334815798</id><published>2006-04-24T16:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T20:25:56.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 more days</title><content type='html'>Still sick, but getting a little bit better. At least my nose is no longer running, although I did wake up this morning with a sore throat and a bad cough. When one disappears, another one appears. Ah, what luck do I have!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, a belated shout-out to my darling sista, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;NORHAM ERLYANI BTE ABDUL HAMID!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;She turned 21 on Saturday, and had the bad luck to have lost her phone, the day before that. heehee.. oh well, at least you'll get to buy the new phone that you wanted anyway. =) Happy Birthday darling! May all your hopes and dreams and aspirations come true, whichever path you choose to take to achieve them. And here's to our 9th year of friendship! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving along at a snail's pace for company law, no thanx to the cold and now the cough. Only left with Lectures 11 &amp;amp; 12, so hopefully I can finish everything by tonight and still have time to go through some past yr papers. I am SO not meant to do Law. I really wonder how all you lawyers study your stuff. *newfound admiration* haha yes fad, ur probably smirking away. =p All the statutes' numbers go in one minute, and then flows out once I read about another. Thank god I am gonna become an accountant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I can probably say goodbye to my AA205 already. I'll only have 1 day and 1 night to cram the whole sem's work. Oh well, at least the final's only 40% for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to seriously manage my weight. Once this exams are over, gonna puasa man! I think I put on at least 2-3 kgs just during this period alone. =( Geo! are we still going for our dance classes? Nadz, continue gym-ing? Cmon pple! I need to get rid of my flabby fats and my chubby cheeks. I duwan to go England looking like a whale!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14773552-114586819334815798?l=missymarsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/feeds/114586819334815798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14773552&amp;postID=114586819334815798&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/114586819334815798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/114586819334815798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/2006/04/3-more-days.html' title='3 more days'/><author><name>missymarsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402832719248432168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14773552.post-114570734725311318</id><published>2006-04-22T19:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T20:02:27.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sick</title><content type='html'>I'm sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got the cold and the flu and I have a feeling I'm coming down with the fever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why of all times, do I have to get sick now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just feel like curling up in bed right now and not study.&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/14773552-114570734725311318?l=missymarsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/feeds/114570734725311318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14773552&amp;postID=114570734725311318&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/114570734725311318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/114570734725311318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/2006/04/sick.html' title='sick'/><author><name>missymarsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402832719248432168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14773552.post-114563485620831250</id><published>2006-04-21T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T23:54:16.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TROLLEY!</title><content type='html'>Okay today I wanna talk about all about my boyfriend! heehee.. cos I think he's very cute ah.. and also cos he can't read this until Monday or Tuesday cos his computer is spoiled! haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boyfriend wants to look like Troy. No, he's not talking about Brad Pitt. He really means Troy. Even when I told him that Troy is a city. Or even when all his friends tell him that Troy is a city. An ancient city. LOL. But he doesn't care. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has been going to the gym la, working out and all. Then now he said that he got muscles already and he's growing bigger! haha.. But I don't like big guys, how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, but that's why he said he wants to look like Troy. He wants to become Troy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I tell you all one secret okie.. In KL, he's no longer known as Fadriel. Or Fad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now he calls himself "Al". from "al-fadriel". or rather, "elle".. you know, as in "elle woods from legally blonde!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahahahhaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO BIMBOTIC la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so then his friend was trying to pair the two names together.. *elle and troy*.. *troy and elle*.. and somehow they ended up with..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TROLLEY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.. damn lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i still love my trolley! =) *beams*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another note, i think the jamaican accent is damn sexay la! Have you heard the new Sean Paul song &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Temperature"&lt;/span&gt;? I just love the way he pronounces his words, man. (ok, that's maaaan in jamaican.. as in *yah maaaaan*) Then I went to google up the lyrics, and they like totally dont make sense at all la.. haha totally rubbish english.. but i still like! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; When woman the weather turn cold I wanna be keepin' you warm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I got the right temperature for shelter you from the storm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Oh lord, gal I got the right tactics to turn you on, and girl I...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Wanna be the Papa...You can be the Mom....oh oh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;so cheesy ar the lyrics! haha.. but ooooh the accent! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just remembered something. The part about the papa and the mom thing reminds me of anak metropolitan, where they called each other daddy n mummy. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14773552-114563485620831250?l=missymarsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/feeds/114563485620831250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14773552&amp;postID=114563485620831250&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/114563485620831250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/114563485620831250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/2006/04/trolley.html' title='TROLLEY!'/><author><name>missymarsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402832719248432168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14773552.post-114551146638171537</id><published>2006-04-20T13:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T13:37:46.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ok now i'm stressed</title><content type='html'>Shit la, I really cant get myself to study. I feel so useless. I get super distracted, like every 10 minutes and I end up walking around the house playing with dini or trying to find something to eat. From the moment I got back yesterday til now I've only read 6 pages of lecture notes! SIX!! that's damn bloody little la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super super worried for company law now. I think you give me two weeks also I don't think I can get an A. and I don't think I can afford anymore Bs now after the horrendous seven Bs I got in year one. Bleargh. first class honours already so way out of reach. but must get second upper at least. Must push myself. Must study. Argh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to finish studying 10 weeks worth of lectures for company law (of which I did not do a SINGLE tutorial) and the whole of control &amp;amp; risk management in 5 days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*pulls hair*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14773552-114551146638171537?l=missymarsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/feeds/114551146638171537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14773552&amp;postID=114551146638171537&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/114551146638171537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/114551146638171537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/2006/04/ok-now-im-stressed.html' title='ok now i&apos;m stressed'/><author><name>missymarsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402832719248432168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14773552.post-114542985604241860</id><published>2006-04-19T14:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T14:57:36.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>paris hilton and cheese prata</title><content type='html'>Yay! One more paper down, only two more to go! whopeee~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marketing&lt;/span&gt; went by alright I guess, the only problem was trying to squeeze everything into the answer sheets within that 2.5 hours. I was writing at such a breakneck speed, I felt as if my arms were gonna break off any moment. *bleargh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The paper made me soooo sooo hungry. 3/4 of it was about &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;FOOD&lt;/span&gt;! so mean, how could they do that to us, especially so early in the morning and I had't had my breakfast! First qn was on a Chinese restaurant, second on this Spanish label similar to Zara, third on McDs and fourth on Ya Kun kaya toast. heehee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the funniest thing! Right before the paper, Nad was just saying how there were so many kaya toasts outlets around nowadays. And then I mentioned, yeah there was an article in the papers about that recently. And then BAM! a qn about kaya toasts comes out during the paper! wahhahaha.. so freaky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was probably the least academic paper I did in these 2 years at NTU. I was talking about Paris Hilton, Jake Gylenhaal, famous bloggers like Trent Vanegas from pinkisthenewblog.com and so much more. It was so fun! haha.. I think me and Nad are psychic. We were allowed to choose which country to talk about in that first qn and we both picked New York, USA!! haha.. AND we both talked about Paris Hilton. Alamak, too similar already la! haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am becoming too Americanised already. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, you no longer need to go to Kent Ridge to eat at &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Cheese Prata Shop&lt;/span&gt;. Cos they have it within NTU! haha *yay* go check it out at hall 2 canteen. Baru bukak. =) A little steep considering they're just selling pratas but whatthehey.. just go there and eat la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to go get my American fix of Drake &amp;amp; Josh! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14773552-114542985604241860?l=missymarsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/feeds/114542985604241860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14773552&amp;postID=114542985604241860&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/114542985604241860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/114542985604241860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/2006/04/paris-hilton-and-cheese-prata.html' title='paris hilton and cheese prata'/><author><name>missymarsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402832719248432168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14773552.post-114526997461394253</id><published>2006-04-17T18:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T19:51:05.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>drake &amp; josh</title><content type='html'>I may be turning 21 this year, but I'm super addicted to Nickelodean. Actually the only channels I watch are Nickelodean, Mtv and Disney channel. (all those OC, and One Tree Hill and Desperate Housewives don't count, cos downloaded)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I tell you, the shows are really super addictive. I can just sit in front of the tv and watch mindless show after mindless show. I think after you spend so much time trying to cram complicated theories and concepts into your brain, you need something mindless to relax it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like watching the whole lineup of Teenick, with shows like drake &amp; josh, Unfabulous, Naturally Sadie.. or Disney's Phil of the Future, Zach &amp;amp; Cody, That's so Raven. wahhaha.. and MTV has even more mindless shows! Roomraiders! Punk'd.. Boiling Point, then that show w Bam Margera, and Score.. Especially on weekends! Show after show, you just keep switching between these 3 channels and before you know, your weekend is gone! haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/400x275_showpic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/400x275_showpic.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one show I really like is Nickelodean's Drake &amp;amp; Josh. I think it's the funniest one in the whole lot. Nowadays cos it's the exam period and I'm home a lot, I try to tune in everyday (cos they show it everyday). 3 pm and 730pm on weekdays and 230pm and 9pm on weekends I think. Die die also must try and watch. At least once a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the appeal of the show lies in the quick wit of the writers. This show is really hilarious. About two step-brothers who are totally different but they end up helping one another out in the end mostly. Quite cliche, but hey, I like it! haha.. And was just surfing around, and I realised that the two guys are 20!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was damn shocked la when I found out, cos 1)they don't look 20, they look 16.. and 2)erm ok I cant think of a 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I think I had a point somewhere, but now I can't really remember what it is. ooopz. Anyway you all should go and watch this show if you're looking for some brainless fluff to cheer up your day. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 more chapters of Marketing to go! Yes, I can do it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14773552-114526997461394253?l=missymarsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/feeds/114526997461394253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14773552&amp;postID=114526997461394253&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/114526997461394253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/114526997461394253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/2006/04/drake-josh.html' title='drake &amp; josh'/><author><name>missymarsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402832719248432168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14773552.post-114510579924699266</id><published>2006-04-15T20:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T18:03:58.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i want my rhumba!</title><content type='html'>Ok ok I know I mentioned that the Starbucks in Singapore no longer serve rhumba frappucino. Damn sad right. The last time I had one was in, erm.. January I think? Such devastating news. I was so devastated that night that I found out, I was yelling out to the counter that they should bring rhumba back. Yeah and tim told them to ignore the crazy malay girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's like, of ALL things on the menu! WHy rhumba?!?! That was the nicest, bestest, wonderfullest, heavenliest drink EVER. The only coffee that I drink. AND they just HAD to take it away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I complained to Fad. About how they were phasing out rhumba. And he laughed at me at first. Cos he said Singapore lousy, Malaysia still got rhumba. So I thought never mind, I can still have my rhumba fix when I go over to JB or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, he msged me today that... Malaysia is phasing out rhumba too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGHHH!!! the horror!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are selling whatever that's left at cheap cheap prices, so all you rhumba lovers in Malaysia better get down to the nearest Starbucks quick to satisfy that craving. Cos you'll never know if you'll ever get to drink it again!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is Starbucks going mad?!? Rhumba is like, the ultimate favourite drink! Everyone loves it! In fact, that day in the lab, when I exclaimed to Nad that they had no more rhumba, &lt;s&gt;Michelle&lt;/s&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Melissa&lt;/span&gt; (whom I barely know) grabbed my arms and she was like *whaaat? reallly? NOOOOOOOO* yeah something along those lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone who doesn't drink coffee loves Rhumba Frappucino. Why are they taking it away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like they are totally erasing it out of their lives or something. Don't believe me? Go surf the Starbucks website and try searching for *rhumba*. You won't find it anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I think they are bringing in a new drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Java Chip Frappucino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I think that's what I heard the guy at the Suntec Starbucks said. He said *java something* and I surfed the site and I came upon this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Java Chip Frappucino.&lt;br /&gt;Coffee, chocolate and chocolate chips blended with ice, topped with whipped cream and chocolate drizzle.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it sounds good. But it sounds so.. NORMAL. Like, those chocolate frappucino or something. ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I WANT MY RHUMBA BACK!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who else wants their rhumba back?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14773552-114510579924699266?l=missymarsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/feeds/114510579924699266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14773552&amp;postID=114510579924699266&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/114510579924699266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/114510579924699266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-want-my-rhumba_114510579924699266.html' title='i want my rhumba!'/><author><name>missymarsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402832719248432168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14773552.post-114503827514008648</id><published>2006-04-15T02:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T02:11:15.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ramen ten</title><content type='html'>It's 2 am and I'm not asleep yet! That's a rarity, heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally went to Ramen Ten with my girlfriends just now. I like their spicy stuff. Like, it's not bland and sweet. But spicy! *yummm*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only Adila showed up at the assigned time and place. haha.. ooopz. Yep, girls being girls, everyone started streaming in 10 mins after we were supposed to meet. Heh. But I had a good time today, just hanging out. talking about how guys can get raped. and how pple who looks the least suicidal are usually the ones who ends up committing suicide. and then saying how farah will prob not commit suicide cos she looks the most suicidal. haha. and all the pri sch funny stories. wahahaa.. I *heart* you girls! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok I desperately need sleep. Giving tuition in 7 and a half hours' time. Which means I gotta wake up in 6 and a half hours. Should I try reading a bit of marketing first?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.. my parents strangely did not keep calling me up to check on me tonight. Strange...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just realised I'm gonna be damn broke soon. 4  21st birthdays coming up in this month and the next. plus clothes for PA. mati mati, tentu mati. Let's see.. if you spend minimum about $15-$25 per person, that'll be like $60-$100 gone already. Minimum. Den probably about $100-$150 more on the office wear. Haiz. Den later my 21st birthday, I wont even be around. I don't care, you all must buy me present and fed-ex over there har!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14773552-114503827514008648?l=missymarsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/feeds/114503827514008648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14773552&amp;postID=114503827514008648&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/114503827514008648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/114503827514008648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/2006/04/ramen-ten.html' title='ramen ten'/><author><name>missymarsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402832719248432168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14773552.post-114498313625454885</id><published>2006-04-14T10:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T10:59:35.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i want pretty tops!</title><content type='html'>Ok fine, so I miss him. *sigh* it's just that it's been so long since i last met him.. chinese new year.. maan, that's almost 3 months ago.. I hate this long-distance thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway! He's seriously considering going to Uni Manchester too! for the second half of his twinning prog!!!! Yay! Which means, we might just be together again come this September! wheeeeeeeeeee~* *beams*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had my first paper of the sem yesterday, HE208 Public Finance. I guess it went by alright. Rushed as usual, but I dunno. I still don't feel like I'm in the exam mood. *shrugs* Asked weizhi the night before the paper, if it was just me, or did she feel that way too. And she said she felt that way too! haha! She said that it must be that we have so many more things to look forward to after the exams (PA, instep) that the magnitude of exams becomes quite.. insignificant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so was supposed to start studying for Marketing already. But like I said, not in the exam mood. So went browsing around catalogues online. And I must say, GoJane has many many pretty stuffs! =) I want! haha found out about it while reading Junlin's blog.. (seela, still got time to surf around)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think these tops are very very pretty =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/gojane%20eartha%20tank%2024.99.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/gojane%20eartha%20tank%2024.99.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and they each come in many many colours!!! got so much choice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/gojane%20hernshaw%20tank%2015.99.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/gojane%20hernshaw%20tank%2015.99.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;AND they are not that expensive. Cheapest I found was about SGD24? Not that bad right? Most ex was about SGD40?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/gojane%20ortiz%20tank%2023.99.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/gojane%20ortiz%20tank%2023.99.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I just feel like ordering them right now. haha.. But, must restrain. Still need to buy at least 3 more sets of office-wear for PA! *boo*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting up with my girlfriends for dinner tonight! wheeeeeee~*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14773552-114498313625454885?l=missymarsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/feeds/114498313625454885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14773552&amp;postID=114498313625454885&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/114498313625454885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/114498313625454885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-want-pretty-tops.html' title='i want pretty tops!'/><author><name>missymarsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402832719248432168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14773552.post-114483352959371975</id><published>2006-04-12T17:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T17:18:49.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i miss you</title><content type='html'>I miss having someone to love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss being loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss those long phone calls which can last half the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss those long aimless walks we used to take to kill time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss having long heart to heart conversations with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss those times when &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; fetched me home in a cab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss those times when I snuck out to see &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;, if even for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why aren't &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; here with me when I need &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much longer can I take this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel as if I've been in limbo for a very very long time. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14773552-114483352959371975?l=missymarsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/feeds/114483352959371975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14773552&amp;postID=114483352959371975&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/114483352959371975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/114483352959371975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-miss-you.html' title='i miss you'/><author><name>missymarsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402832719248432168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14773552.post-114481045497119997</id><published>2006-04-12T10:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T10:54:15.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>respect</title><content type='html'>Why must people always try to outdo one another? Why must people hurl insults around, trying to prove that they are right? Why can't we all just live in peace?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just read a couple of blogs, and whatever was discussed in those blogs, made me very sad indeed. No one is superior to anyone else. We should all &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;respect&lt;/span&gt; one another, and if we treat others in a certain way, you should only expect yourself to be treated in the same manner back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wish everyone would grow up and live happily alongside one another. Yeap, but I know that ain't ever gonna happen. Cos people are stubborn and would always insist that they are right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First paper tmr. It still doesn't feel like the exams. Can someone pls knock me on the head?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Readiness-level: 53.75%&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14773552-114481045497119997?l=missymarsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/feeds/114481045497119997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14773552&amp;postID=114481045497119997&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/114481045497119997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/114481045497119997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/2006/04/respect_12.html' title='respect'/><author><name>missymarsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402832719248432168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14773552.post-114472825082629192</id><published>2006-04-11T11:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T12:21:42.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>picture post =)</title><content type='html'>whew! my first paper is in 2 days! BUT still not in exam mood. wahahaha.. something's very wrong with me.. anyway I just realised that I have not posted up some pictures from abt 2 weekends ago.. so here they are.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First up, OCS family day.. went to visit my bro for half a day at OCS. he hates army life. haha.. anyway families could bring food in for the guys.. so my bro called up a WEEK before to ask my mom to bring *home-cooked* food.. and me to bake brownies. pandai eh order order..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, my mom prepared SO MUCH food la! macaroni goreng, ayam bakar, popiah goreng.. and the brownies.. and some bubur durian thingy.. it was a whole trolleyload of food.. literally! my dad dragged everything down in his shopping trolley.. LOL.. (what i don't understand is how some other parents can come down with just Macs for their boys.. eww)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/apr%20002.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/apr%20002.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;on the bus touring the safti grounds.. *yawn* boring..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/apr%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/apr%20003.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;in front of the safti tower..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/apr%20005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/apr%20005.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;yep. officer cadet school.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway that same evening, I went down to Serangoon Gardens Country Club to celebrate Shireenie darling's 21st! woah.. damn grand sia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yun picked me up from boon lay mrt.. I'm one kick-ass navigator. I'll make a superb partner in Amazing Race.. except that I cant run. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/apr%20006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/apr%20006.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They even had a stage for performances and stuff~* woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/apr%20015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/apr%20015.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and the birthday girl. You looked fantastic darling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/apr%20008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/apr%20008.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some of the boys who were there.. Melvin, Terence, Ethan, Chin Fung, Nigel..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/apr%20012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/apr%20012.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I like this pic! Chinglu, me and yun! =) The whole event was like a grand Chinese wedding.. with the 10 seater round tables and waiters milling about refilling your empty glasses. mmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/apr%20009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/apr%20009.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of the waiters lighting up Shireen's "birthday cake".&lt;br /&gt;You see, it wasn't really a cake..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/apr%20011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/apr%20011.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Those balls were actually little cream puffs! Each came separately decorated with a different cream filling inside. How cool is that? Each guest had one cream puff each!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/apr%20013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/apr%20013.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ethan handing over our pressie to the birthday gal.. oopz got his head cut off! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/apr%20014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/apr%20014.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The class that was there.. =) Everyone's gonna be away pretty soon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest are just some random pics taken here and there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/apr%20022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/apr%20022.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anita, geo and me.. bored during one of the iCee presentations.. yeah and Tim said that anita was the only nice one in our group. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/060404%20214%20%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/060404%20214%20%282%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My biz comm grpmates! Love them.. class is always so fun and nonsensical with all of them around.. haha.. han xiao, cassandra, lih-an, me and ernest. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and my camera is sometimes quite siao. Like when you pull the sliding function too hard, the screen comes out pink. Makes for some artistic shots. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/apr%20018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/apr%20018.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My current bedsheet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/apr%20024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/apr%20024.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Moi~* I think I'm starting to develop eyebags! Oh the horror! (I've somehow never been able to get eyebags. Not even during the stressful A-level period. I guess cos I can barely stay up late. haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okok. back to public finance. 3 more lects to go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14773552-114472825082629192?l=missymarsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/feeds/114472825082629192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14773552&amp;postID=114472825082629192&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/114472825082629192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/114472825082629192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/2006/04/picture-post.html' title='picture post =)'/><author><name>missymarsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402832719248432168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14773552.post-114446868577825754</id><published>2006-04-08T11:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T11:58:05.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stupid singaporeans</title><content type='html'>I tell you, there are too many stupid Singaporeans around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloody hell la, it's not even 12 yet.. and I've already gotten 5 calls asking if this is Acer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO THIS IS NOT ACER.&lt;br /&gt;STOP DIALLING THE +65 IN FRONT IF YOU ARE ALREADY IN SINGAPORE DAMNIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many stupid Singaporeans around. Waste my time only. Grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then everytime when you ask them what number they dialled, they'll rattle off a 10 digit number. Really damn stupid. Singapore where got 10 digit number!! Never use their brains at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14773552-114446868577825754?l=missymarsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/feeds/114446868577825754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14773552&amp;postID=114446868577825754&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/114446868577825754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/114446868577825754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/2006/04/stupid-singaporeans.html' title='stupid singaporeans'/><author><name>missymarsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402832719248432168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14773552.post-114441278514048707</id><published>2006-04-07T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T20:26:26.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>suria friends</title><content type='html'>Wow.. these past few days have really flown by in quite a blur. I think time is passing by way too fast nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I submitted the application form to IRO already today, so I'll just have to wait for Uni Manchester to get back to me. Hopefully, nothing screws up and I'll be off on my way in September. (oooh, hari raya puasa AND haji over there.. hmm)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like this year consisted of a whole lot of waiting for decisions to be made. Decisions that would affect where I end up, what I'm going to do for the upcoming period of time. And truthfully, this year has certainly been good to me so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My attachment with PwC is confirmed and I certainly can't wait to start working with them. The thrills, and the challenges of working at one of the 4 biggest accounting firms await me. My team made it to the k p m g awards, and that was an amazing experience indeed. To be able to present in front of super big shots, experts who are so experienced in their fields. Even though we came in 4th, I'll still cherish every memory from the whole experience. And now, I'm hoping that my exchange to Manchester will go as planned and nothing comes up to spoil it. I've just got to wait for a few more people to make decisions, and insyaallah, they'll make it in my favour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe it's only April!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, and it seems like almost everyone I know is going on exchange next sem! the school will certainly be much emptier. LOL.. nadz, weizhi, jingfen, xiaorui, lynette, yilin, yuling.. and there are still others whom I dont know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still not in the exam mood yet. haha.. yesterday tried to study in school with Far, and we got distracted cos her whole gang wanted to go watch her TV debut which she taped on DVD. Since there were quite a big group of us, someone said watch on computer not enough. So went around trying to find a room where can project onto the screen. But all the seminar rooms were occupied. So we ended up in this lecture theatre near MLT. LOL. Like watching movie lydet. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha how come all my friends keep appearing on Suria? That time Nadz also appeared on Erlin Montel and Teman Anugerahku. Then now Far appeared on Detik. I also want! hahah (talk only.. LOL)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14773552-114441278514048707?l=missymarsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/feeds/114441278514048707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14773552&amp;postID=114441278514048707&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/114441278514048707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/114441278514048707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/2006/04/suria-friends.html' title='suria friends'/><author><name>missymarsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402832719248432168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14773552.post-114415091825953837</id><published>2006-04-04T19:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T19:41:58.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>manchester in september?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/Untitled-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manchester, here I come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okla, not 100% confirmed yet.. but super duper happy now.. heehee.. alhamdulillah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*bounces off*&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/14773552-114415091825953837?l=missymarsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/feeds/114415091825953837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14773552&amp;postID=114415091825953837&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/114415091825953837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/114415091825953837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/2006/04/manchester-in-september.html' title='manchester in september?'/><author><name>missymarsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402832719248432168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14773552.post-114405318469021611</id><published>2006-04-03T16:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T16:33:04.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why i cant get myself to study</title><content type='html'>Wow. Exams are like, in less than 2 weeks' time. And I didn't study a single bit over the weekend. wahahahahaha.. What the hell is wrong with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally have NO MOOD to study at all this sem. Maybe cos I feel like all the subjects we're taking this sem aren't that muggable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E.g. Marketing. One module where you can probably crap your way through and emerge with an A. Provided you know how to crap la. You crap until like sai lydet den of course cannot get A. I think my crapping skills not power yet. But hopefully power enough to get A la. No wait, I duwan an A. I want A+. wahhahahaha.. But I think my projs and case studies probably will bring me down. Oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there's control and risk management. I think that one, as long as you know the framework, also can crap your way through. Maybe read that Simon's book a bit ah. Should be manageable. It's open book anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And company law. Open book also! ok la, this one I'm not so confident. Maybe because I didn't do a single tutorial this sem. Except for the one we presented last week. Itu pun not really do, just discuss a bit here and there. haha.. But hopefully all that copying down whatever far's falsetto auntie said in class, helps. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so weird, cos it seems like the only subject I can mug for is my econs elective. Haha, oh well.. guess I'm gonna have to start reading my public finance textbook. But then again, its just an elective. Can get B or C also happy already. Not like it'll be counted in my honours calculation. And besides, half of public finance is about taxation. Which we already studied last sem. So gives all the accounting students an edge. So this one also dont need to study so much. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See! This is why I cannot seem to get started on studying! hahaha.. anyways I just finished watching OC season 3 episode 18.. I quite like Sadie somehow.. better than that lindsay last time.. heehee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got lotsa pictures from the weekend.. Should be posting them up soon. But my mouse is not working now.. and it's so irritating la! I hate touching that touchpad thingy with my fingers. ewww. I need to get a new mouse. pronto.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14773552-114405318469021611?l=missymarsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/feeds/114405318469021611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14773552&amp;postID=114405318469021611&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/114405318469021611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/114405318469021611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/2006/04/why-i-cant-get-myself-to-study.html' title='why i cant get myself to study'/><author><name>missymarsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402832719248432168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14773552.post-114373327800353244</id><published>2006-03-30T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T23:45:45.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>k p m g i C E E awards</title><content type='html'>So yesterday was the K P M G i C E E awards night at Suntec. As I've mentioned in an earlier post, my group got selected to be one of the 4 groups to present at the awards. *yay us* Was super excited at first, but as the day got nearer, all of us got more and more scared. haha.. oh wells.. Anyway you could literally feel the tension before the whole thing started. Everyone was pacing up and down the hall outside trying to memorise their speeches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nvm, still have some time to camwhore first. LOL. my teammates, geo, yilin n me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/kpmg%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/kpmg%20003.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We were the first team to present. It went horrible. We exceeded the time limit by about 5 mins I think. And we got super bombarded during the Q and A la. Esp by that mean woman. Grr.. I don't like her. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darrell just sent me the pics he took from the event. The two pics below are from the Q and A session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/PICT7715.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/PICT7715.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/PICT7716.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/PICT7716.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tim was the emcee for da night! =) and yilin became the timekeeper after our team presented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/efa801c2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/efa801c2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;a picture of the judges&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/efa80049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/efa80049.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;guess who's the mean woman? no prizes for guessing though..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after all the presentations were done, there was a short time for reception. Everyone ended up going arnd taking pictures, mostly.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/kpmg%20007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/kpmg%20007.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our team with Prof Foo. We like Prof Foo. Not like that mean woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during the reception, she suddenly came up to me n geo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she: so do you feel nervous?&lt;br /&gt;me: what's there to feel nervous about anymore? the presentation's over.&lt;br /&gt;she: so how do you all think you did?&lt;br /&gt;geo: i think its clear who the winner is. (it really was very clear, the last grp deserved to win)&lt;br /&gt;she: YAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wah.. she said that right to our faces. grrr.. such a MEAN woman.. don't like her AT ALL. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, at least i'm not in her class.. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/kpmg%20009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/kpmg%20009.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Silly picture time! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/kpmg%20010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/kpmg%20010.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Haha! I like this picture.. it's like *we were there!* LOL..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/kpmg%20011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/kpmg%20011.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/kpmg%20012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/kpmg%20012.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Us showing which line of work we wanna go into.. Yeah I pointed to tax.. hmm not too sure if that's really what I want though..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/kpmg%20013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/kpmg%20013.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That guy in the picture is the HR manager of k p m g.. he is super duper nice and friendly la! in fact, he actually told us that should we apply for a job with them, just insert that photo in and he'll confirm take us in.. LOL.. maybe I should really do that har.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah so they announced the results after that.. and surprise surprise.. we got 4th!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/collage.11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/collage.11.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;actually not really that surprising la.. we had really good competitors. but oh well.. we did make it till there! and that is great as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the rest of the pictures from the event, here's a link to Darrell's online album..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imagestation.com/album/pictures.html?id=2107888205"&gt;http://www.imagestation.com/album/pictures.html?id=2107888205&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, we went down to Starbucks after that, cos we were waiting for my dad to fetch us.. So I happily went to order my rhumba frappe.. and guess what they told me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more rhumba frappes! as in.. they are phasing it out! WTH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want my rhumba frappe!!!!! =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sad k. Hmmprh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway had another presentation today, the biz comm final presentation. Half the class presented on Tues, while the other half today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/bizcomm3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/bizcomm3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lih-an, han xiao n me waiting for our turn to present..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/bizcomm4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/bizcomm4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The half of the class that presented today.. My tutor's the one in the pink shawl.. haha started out the semester not really liking her.. but I guess she's really quite a nice lady afterall.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok i'm tired. but no more tests and presentations! wooohooooo~* all cleared baby! Now just gotta wait it out til exams.. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14773552-114373327800353244?l=missymarsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/feeds/114373327800353244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14773552&amp;postID=114373327800353244&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/114373327800353244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/114373327800353244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/2006/03/k-p-m-g-i-c-e-e-awards.html' title='k p m g i C E E awards'/><author><name>missymarsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402832719248432168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14773552.post-114346081906825675</id><published>2006-03-27T19:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T20:02:46.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>reality and dreams</title><content type='html'>I'm filled with a whole conundrum of emotions right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excitement, happiness, anxiety, dread, fear, etc..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I'm going to make it through till Thursday I wonder..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have not heard from the iro yet regarding my exchange.. really really really really hope I can get it.. the results for the us n hk unis are out already. When are the UK uni results gonna be out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all the presentations are really getting to me I think. Had a super bad headache today. Bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike many others, I'm not really that ambitious by nature. When I was little, I never dreamt of being successful in life. But I was lucky, in the sense that God gave me this amazing intellect to fully make use of. So I guess, in a way, I was just wandering along this path, not really knowing where I was headed, but I kept moving along anyway. All I know is that I have a lot to be thankful for right now. alhamdulillah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now roughly have an idea of what I wanna do in the near future. (Near future being 5 to 10 yrs) If possible, I'd like to work in one of the big 4 accounting firms, for perhaps 3-4 yrs? Obtain my CPA. And then, insyaallah, I wanna do my masters. Perhaps in some form of banking. Maybe islamic banking? Or just banking generally? Or maybe in some form of economics.. And after that.. I wanna work in a bank. An international bank, if possible. (or an investment bank! woohoo) Where they'd pay me big BUCKS! muahahahhaa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, I can go and buy my maseratis, cabrios and jaguars and porches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And once I have all of those, I wanna retire.. let my husband earn all de moolah and I can go travel around the world. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.. for now, I think I better just focus on finishing up my slides for my upcoming presentations. snap out of it girl!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14773552-114346081906825675?l=missymarsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/feeds/114346081906825675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14773552&amp;postID=114346081906825675&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/114346081906825675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/114346081906825675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/2006/03/reality-and-dreams.html' title='reality and dreams'/><author><name>missymarsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402832719248432168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14773552.post-114327946001498276</id><published>2006-03-25T17:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T17:59:21.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ntu motofest!</title><content type='html'>Vroom vroom! NBS held the first ever NTU Motofest this weekend.. I went down with Geo Suan to check the action out. Actually I wanted to go mainly for the thrill rides but they only allowed people OVER 21 for those! *booo* SO UNFAIR! =( Never state so earlier. Come there then find out.. grr..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but otherwise we saw many lovely gorgeous pretty cars! Oooooh! I want them! haha.. We went to check the prices out as if we're gonna buy lydet.. No harm right? More like inspiration for us to work harder! haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/car%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/car%20001.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ferrari = very nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/car%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/car%20002.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;got horse ok! haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there were harleys on display also.. how often would you get a chance to ride on a harley right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/car%20005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/car%20005.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"don't mess with me" muahahahhaa.. all I need is a leather jacket.. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/car%20006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/car%20006.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this bike was so big that geo had a hard time getting off it. haha.. damn power ah the bike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there were many many Minis around also! So cute!! I want a Mini also.. prices start from 98,ooo SGD inclusive of COE, road tax and radio license, registration fee and number plate.. who wanna buy for me? O_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/car%20011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/car%20011.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/car%20013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/car%20013.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love the Mini's interior man! The size is just right for me.. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/car%20014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/car%20014.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Don't you just love those wings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/car%20015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/car%20015.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh this one above is my favourite in the whole lot! So red and dashing right? And it's a convertible too! Too bad they didn't allow us to get into the car.. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/car%20016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/car%20016.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; VESPAS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/car%20017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/car%20017.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/car%20019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/car%20019.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;More minis!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/car%20020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/car%20020.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So you wanna go for a ride? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/car%20023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/car%20023.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We're off for a joy ride! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/car%20024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/car%20024.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;haha.. I just love the logo la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/car%20025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/car%20025.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/car%20035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/car%20035.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Finally! A car to match my height! LOL..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/car%20036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/car%20036.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think this car's name suits me. haha.. Mardhiati driving a Maserati. How cool does that sound?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course.. I couldn't leave without a last shot with my favourite car of the whole lot. The Mini Cooper Cabrio! wheeeee~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/car%20037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/car%20037.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went off to look for shirts and suits for our presentation on Wednesday. I managed to find this super duper pretty brownish black colour suit from G2000! A little steep for my budget but I am totally in love with it.. haha it has this subtle lace detailings on the cuffs, pockets and the hems of the pants! So pretty!!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my dad called me from JB just now. He was at Secret Recipe and asked me if I wanted any of the cakes from there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Me: Yeahla I want!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Dad: Which flavour u want?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Me: Erm, I want all the chocolate ones! heehee..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Dad: All? Mana boleh! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(How can?!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; You have to choose..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Me: alaaa.. ok ok what flavours are there?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Dad: Chocolate Indulgence..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Me: Ok I want that..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Dad: Chocolate Walnut..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Me: Ok I want that..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Dad: Chocolate Fudge..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Me: Ok I want that..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Dad: Oi! All also you want! Choose la!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Me: alaa... why can't you just buy one of each then we can keep the rest in the fridge first wat.. pls..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.. I dunno what my dad's gonna bring home.. but I know he's definitely bringing home some cake for me.. mmmmm *yumm* =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14773552-114327946001498276?l=missymarsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/feeds/114327946001498276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14773552&amp;postID=114327946001498276&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/114327946001498276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/114327946001498276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/2006/03/ntu-motofest.html' title='ntu motofest!'/><author><name>missymarsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402832719248432168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14773552.post-114319433649872937</id><published>2006-03-24T17:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T18:03:48.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KPMG award!!!!</title><content type='html'>alhamdulillah.. this year just seems to keep getting better and better! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My iCee group got selected to present at the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;KPMG award&lt;/span&gt; show! Top 4 out of 64 groups! woooohoooo~* Nadz said it was pretty amazing that we got it despite our internal conflict! haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG i'm damn excited la!!! Couldn't stop grinning the whole day.. haha.. Was late for class this morning, then Yilin msged me the news while I was still in the car. Started squealing immediately and my dad kept giving me funny looks. LOL. But it's so exciting can!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was only later in the day that the realisation sinked in. Now my presentations don't seem so far away already! haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week, on Wednesday and Thursday, within 24 hours, I'll have to do 3 presentations and 1 quiz!!!!! How to survive? I'll be so dead sia! Arghhhh!!! stress! have to present coy law tut on wed afternoon, then rush off to suntec for the kpmg award, then thurs morning there's public finance essay quiz and then after that is my biz comm final presentation! *faints*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh and the KPMG award thing will be at Suntec! =) So cool right?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our grp leader finally tried showing some initiative today, by asking us when we want to meet and all to prepare for the presentation. I think it's a bit too late, but I guess he's trying. I just hope he doesn't do this and get all the credit for all the work we put in. Oh well, at least we have already informed prof foo about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! And today during class, prof foo was damn Funny la! he kept talking about &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;whistle-blowing&lt;/span&gt; (something like tattletale in organizations) and he used &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"freeriding in iCee projects"&lt;/span&gt; as an example! haha So obvious he was referring to our grp, cos us girls sort of whistle-blowed on our grp leader! LOL. The rest of us couldn't stop grinning. =) shu yan was grinning at us from across the room! haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14773552-114319433649872937?l=missymarsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/feeds/114319433649872937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14773552&amp;postID=114319433649872937&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/114319433649872937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/114319433649872937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/2006/03/kpmg-award.html' title='KPMG award!!!!'/><author><name>missymarsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402832719248432168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14773552.post-114312676423249241</id><published>2006-03-23T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T23:12:44.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dizzy spells</title><content type='html'>It happened again yesterday. I had one of those dizzy spells while gym-ing. I hadn't had one of those since those times during PE in AC! and all these while, when I go gym-ing, I've not had it yet. But I got it again yest. It was so so bad. I lasted less than 10 mins on the treadmill and then it attacked. Felt so breathless, all I could see was blinding white light and I felt so dizzy. Went off it, and took quite some time to feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I wasn't satisfied, cos I didn't wanna waste that trip to the gym. So I tried doing the crosstrainer. But same thing happened after only about 5 mins. Couldn't take it man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time it happened in jc, the doc said it was cos of insufficient iron in my diet. What type of food contains lotsa iron? Haiz, hate this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm still waiting for the instep results! Come out quick la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly feel so so slack. Only left with company law tutorial to present, public finance quiz, biz comm final presentation, iCee presentation, biz comm final written test and then it's time for exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they all seem so far away now. (Next week feels so far away) I just spent the past few hours in front of the TV. Ergh I'm such a bum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had fun suan-ing chiang fai today! haha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14773552-114312676423249241?l=missymarsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/feeds/114312676423249241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14773552&amp;postID=114312676423249241&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/114312676423249241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/114312676423249241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/2006/03/dizzy-spells.html' title='dizzy spells'/><author><name>missymarsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402832719248432168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14773552.post-114295116988276308</id><published>2006-03-21T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T22:30:17.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cross-cultural communication</title><content type='html'>Biz Comm lesson was so fun today! Our tutor made us play this game called &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Barnga&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha wth is that? well, it was a game that got me super flustered up and angry! haha yes de angry little girl is back. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, so here was what happened.. We were seated in our 4 groups as shown in the picture below.. I was in group 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/crossculturalbizcomm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/crossculturalbizcomm.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our tutor then gave each group a Rule Sheet, explaining how to play the game. It was a card game, quite similar to Hearts except you dont get to exchange cards with your partner before the game starts, and it's really much simpler than Hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, the person who places the first card, gets to place ANY card. Everyone then places a card, and the card with the highest number of the original suit placed, wins and that is called ONE TRICK. If you got no card of the same suit, then just place any other card will do but you confirm lose lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after each round, the person with the most tricks at each table, wins that round and has to go to the table on the left (i.e. follow the red arrows). The loser, goes to the left (i.e. the green arrows).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; Yeah, and we have to do all this without talking. Only gesturing is allowed but no talking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First round, nothing happened. I was still stuck at my table cos I didn't win nor lose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second round, I won! haha! so happy right, so I happily went to group 3's table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third round, now I'm playing with new people. and they insisted that diamond is their trump card!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like thinking, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;WTF? where got trump card one? this group happily making up their own rules one har?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i kept protesting la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think, at first they thought I didn't understand what trump card meant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I understood la.. but I was just unhappy. Cos I didn't remember anything from the Rule Sheet saying got trump card. Even if it did, can't be that ALL my group members had missed out on it right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after much protesting (without talking.. all this done thru gesturing.. damn funny), we continued playing la anyway but I was quite pissed. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah so I realised that I'm quite stubborn. When I know I'm right, I tend to insist on doing things MY way. LOL. Lost that round&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;big&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the game ended, and we went back to our original groups, I started ranting ah. haha.. and that was when we realised how cunning our tutor was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;She had given each group a different Rule Sheet. &lt;/span&gt;haha.. Which she conveniently took back before the game started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had this grpmate who was so confident that he was gonna win each round. So he was like saying, *yeah see you again in 4 rounds* (cos the winner will have to keep changing tables after each round).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, yeah he did end up moving around the class.. in the OPPOSITE direction! cos he kept losing! hahahaha.. damn funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and then we had to do a presentation after that, on what we learnt from the game. And the other group kept saying how I was damn angry when they told me of their rules. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see la, stubborn old me. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14773552-114295116988276308?l=missymarsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/feeds/114295116988276308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14773552&amp;postID=114295116988276308&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/114295116988276308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/114295116988276308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/2006/03/cross-cultural-communication.html' title='cross-cultural communication'/><author><name>missymarsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402832719248432168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14773552.post-114284989623517172</id><published>2006-03-20T18:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T18:18:16.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i hate presentations</title><content type='html'>i'm starting to hate presentations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's only about 3 1/2 weeks to my first paper. yet i still have 4 more presentations to go. ALL spread out over the next 3 weeks. and then BAM! it's exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i used to like presentations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but im really really really starting to hate them now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think cos this sem just had TOO MANY of them. ergh. (i've already done 6 for marketing and 3 for biz comm)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14773552-114284989623517172?l=missymarsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/feeds/114284989623517172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14773552&amp;postID=114284989623517172&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/114284989623517172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/114284989623517172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-hate-presentations.html' title='i hate presentations'/><author><name>missymarsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402832719248432168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14773552.post-114284791126614564</id><published>2006-03-20T17:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T17:59:39.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i got tagged</title><content type='html'>On saturday, MissyMarsie went bowling with HunkyMunkey, Shix, Huzthatmooze, YunnyBunny and HotMomma. =) Basically HunkyMunkey had no competition from the rest of us whatsoever. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marketing presentations are OVER and done with! woohoo~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, fairuz ended his leave yesterday and went into OCS this morning. haha. like, what a surprise! (rrright!) *rolls eyes* yeah like there was ever any doubt that he'd get in..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways.. I've been tagged!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Rules:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;1. Bold the following words that are true about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;2. GREEN! the things you wish were true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;3. add one thing true about you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;4. and then tag onetwothreefourFIVE more people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I miss somebody right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I don't watch TV these days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I own lots of books.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I wear glasses or contact lens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I love to play video games.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I've tried marijuana.(it's heaven on earth!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I've been in a threesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I've been the psycho-ex in a past relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I believe honesty is usually the best policy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I curse sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I have changed a lot mentally over the last year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I carry my knife/razor everywhere with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I'm TOTALLY smart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I've broken someone's bones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I'm paranoid sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I would get plastic surgery if it were 100% safe, free of cost and scar-free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I need money right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I love sushi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I talk really,really fast/unclear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I have long hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I have lost money in Las Vegas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I have at least one sibling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I have worn fake hair/fingernails/eyelashes in the past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I couldn't survive without Caller I.D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I like the way I look.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I am usually pessimistic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I have alot of mood swings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I have a hidden talent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I'm always hyper no matter how much sugar I have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I have alot of friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I am currently single!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I have pecked someone of the same sex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I enjoy talking on the phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I practically live in sweatpants or PJ pants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I love to shop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Enjoy window-shopping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I would rather shop than eat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I don't hate anyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I dislike them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I'm a pretty good dancer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I'm completely embarrassed to be seen with my mother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I have a cell phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I believe in God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I watch MTV on a daily basis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I have passed out drunk in the past 6 months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I've rejected someone before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I have no idea what I want to do for the rest of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I want to have children in the future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I have changed a diaper before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I've called the cops on a friend before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I'm not allergic to anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I have a lot to learn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I have been with someone at least 10 years older or younger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I am shy around the opposite sex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I have made a move a friend's significant past or crush in the past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I own the "South Park" movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I would die for my best friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I think that Pizza Hut has the best pizza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I have used my sexuality to advance my career.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I love Michael Jackson, scandals and all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Halloween is awesome because you get free candy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I watch Spongebob Squarepants and I like it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I have dated a close friend's ex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I am happy at this moment!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I'm obsessed with guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Democrat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I am punk rockish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I am preppy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I study for tests most of the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I tie my shoelaces differently from anyone I've ever met.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I can work on a car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I love my job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I am comfortable with who I am now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I have more than just my ears pierced.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I walk barefoot wherever I can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I have jumped off a bridge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I love sea turtles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I spend ridiculous money on makeup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Plan on achieving a major goal/dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I'm proficient in a musical instrument.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I worked at MacDonald's restaurant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I hate office jobs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I love sci-fi movies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I think water rules.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I went college out of state.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I like sausages.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I love kisses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I fall for the wrong people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I adore bright colours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I can't live without black eyeliner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I don't know why the hell I just did this stupid thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I usually like covers more than originals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I can pick up things with my toes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I can't whistle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I can move my tongues in waves, much like a snakes slithers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I have ridden/owned a horse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I still have every journal I've ever written in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I can't stick to a diet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I talk in my sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I try to forget things by drowning them out with loads of distraction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Climbing trees is a brilliant past-time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I have jazz in my blood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I wear a toe ring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I have a tattoo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I can't stand at LEAST one person I work with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I am a caffeine junkie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I cosplay or know what cosplaying is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I have been to over 15 conventions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I will collect anything, and the more nonsensical, the better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I'm an artist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I only clean my room when necessary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I like a person of the same sex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I love being happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I am an adrenaline junkie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I have ridden an elephant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I love chocolates and crowns!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I go to school NOT for the sake of lessons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I can't ride a bicycle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I think i'm the only person crazy enough to do this at 6 in the morning without any sleep for the night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I feel crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I love tomatoes!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I like peanut butter on bananas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Been told "You're on fire!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I'm a netballer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I believe in Serendipity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I think the word 'RASPBERRY' is sexaaay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I love to look at people's teeth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I don't wanna grow up.&lt;br /&gt;I love eating deep-fried food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;and the 5 people I'm gonna tag are..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sya!&lt;br /&gt;farhana!&lt;br /&gt;syuhada!&lt;br /&gt;shahirah!&lt;br /&gt;and my smelly limp biskut bf.. floaterfad!&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/14773552-114284791126614564?l=missymarsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/feeds/114284791126614564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14773552&amp;postID=114284791126614564&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/114284791126614564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/114284791126614564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-got-tagged.html' title='i got tagged'/><author><name>missymarsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402832719248432168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14773552.post-114260543796551122</id><published>2006-03-17T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T22:23:57.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>get it crackin</title><content type='html'>man, i'm so psyched up for my marketing case study presentation on monday! woohoo~* hope everything goes well =) don't you just love it when you keep sprouting ideas? it gives you that adrenaline high.. hahaz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went home with kenny again today, and bumped into HER again! LOL.. the mysterious HER.. she's just somehow always there right dude? haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways i think weizhi might be right about our new pub fin tutor. she's not tt great. ok fine, she's quite sucky. haha.. helped huiling ask a qn during tut just now and she was dumbfounded for a while.. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok why am i laughing so much? siao ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;workload's piling up again.. time to get a-crackin! move it move it move it. *ala police academy*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14773552-114260543796551122?l=missymarsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/feeds/114260543796551122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14773552&amp;postID=114260543796551122&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/114260543796551122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/114260543796551122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/2006/03/get-it-crackin.html' title='get it crackin'/><author><name>missymarsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402832719248432168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14773552.post-114252352144136547</id><published>2006-03-16T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T23:38:41.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the day when sch was a waste of time</title><content type='html'>going home with Kenny is always damn hilarious. watching out to see if we'd bump into HER each time! hahaa.. kenny, it's fate la. hahahaa.. u just gotta accept it. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going to school today was a waste of time. public finance lecture was talking about corporate tax. so easy, everything we already learned in taxation last sem. actually this second half of the public finance module quite easy to follow cos it's mostly about taxation. like so coincidental lydet.. i din even know public finance was about taxation LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah but since we realised it was about corporate tax and there was nothing new in the notes, me n huiling left halfway. haha.. weizhi din even come for lecture la! heh.. ate early lunch, and bummed arnd for about 2 hrs after that before my biz comm class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which was a super waste of time! all she did was to brief us on the final presentation, and made us draw lots to see who'll present when. and she let us off after 45 mins la! for a 2 hr class! haha.. and i'm so unlucky, im de second last to present. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shouldnt haf come to sch today manz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14773552-114252352144136547?l=missymarsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/feeds/114252352144136547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14773552&amp;postID=114252352144136547&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/114252352144136547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/114252352144136547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/2006/03/day-when-sch-was-waste-of-time.html' title='the day when sch was a waste of time'/><author><name>missymarsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402832719248432168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14773552.post-114243241605102575</id><published>2006-03-15T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T23:01:43.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the day of de stinky mama</title><content type='html'>exercising truly releases endorphins! wahhaha.. i felt so happy today. pushed myself real hard at the crosstrainer machine.. did the weight loss programme (yes, i really need to lose weight! argh chubby cheeks). 30 mins! haha.. didn't think i could last 30 mins at first.. but i DID!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woohooo! but got stinky mama next to me sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't really have much to do this week, but havent even been doing the stuff that i need to do. gotta stop slacking la mars. exams in exactly 4 weeks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did i mention that i LOVE my new phone? haha.. so sleek n so chic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha forgot to mention abt an interesting discovery today. mentioned to nadz abt this yj girl whom farid mentioned no one really liked.. but i din know her name..&lt;br /&gt;and tadaa walked past her on the way to class and nadz was like *i dont liker her* hahaha.. what a coincidence! it was de same girl!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14773552-114243241605102575?l=missymarsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/feeds/114243241605102575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14773552&amp;postID=114243241605102575&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/114243241605102575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/114243241605102575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/2006/03/day-of-de-stinky-mama.html' title='the day of de stinky mama'/><author><name>missymarsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402832719248432168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14773552.post-114226611696270676</id><published>2006-03-13T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T00:08:44.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the day she could not sleep til three in the morning</title><content type='html'>for once in my life, I had trouble sleeping last night. It was weird, cos I dont normally have trouble sleeping. But anyways, yesterday (Sunday) was one of the last few super slack Sundays that I'd have in a while, so I decided to take full advantage of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slacked like mad. just sat in front of the tv watching show after show after show, alternating between nickelodean, disney channel, mtv and starworld. occasionally AXN. haha.. ended up falling asleep in front of the tv. in the afternoon. such a bum, i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i went to the gym again today! with Nadz this time arnd. *yay* my stamina is slowly increasing. hopefully by the end of this sem, i can last a whole hour of exercising. =) actually could have gone on longer just now, but had to go already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND, i din eat lunch! *whoooots*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=) good self-restraint there mars! haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met up with my cousins after that.. hung out at coffee bean bugis for awhile w kak nur n kak shahidah while waiting for shahirah n kak rushida to come. we had actually wanted to try out baladi for dinner.. but it was closed! *booo* so somehow we ended up at amirah's grill, right next to el-sheikh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the food was not bad ah, i had the bbq chicken chop and it was damn filling! shahirah was being a nutcase.. haha.. but photos are not in my camera (low batt) so must wait for kak nur to upload them.. hehz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bintan relek trip in the works. really hope it happens! *something to look forward to.. =)*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14773552-114226611696270676?l=missymarsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/feeds/114226611696270676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14773552&amp;postID=114226611696270676&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/114226611696270676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/114226611696270676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/2006/03/day-she-could-not-sleep-til-three-in.html' title='the day she could not sleep til three in the morning'/><author><name>missymarsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402832719248432168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14773552.post-114218264025368107</id><published>2006-03-13T00:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T00:57:20.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the day she got her pink phone</title><content type='html'>my holiday plans got cancelled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos faris came down with the hand, foot, mouth disease..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least ttz what the doc said..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de doc gave him 12 days MC. haha but wasted cos its de hols anyway for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but he doesnt look/feel sick at all la! haha.. so weird..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i guess i wont be skipping sch this week after all.. =( BUTS..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got a new hp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/pink-nokia-6111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/pink-nokia-6111.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the Nokia 6111! in PINK~* woohooo~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm totally lovin my new phone.. heehee.. managed to get a great deal at the outlet at bukit batok.. $168 after trade-in and upgrade of line.. not bad eh? =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14773552-114218264025368107?l=missymarsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/feeds/114218264025368107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14773552&amp;postID=114218264025368107&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/114218264025368107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/114218264025368107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/2006/03/day-she-got-her-pink-phone.html' title='the day she got her pink phone'/><author><name>missymarsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402832719248432168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14773552.post-114212966609587720</id><published>2006-03-12T09:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T10:14:26.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the day my cousin and sya's brother got engaged</title><content type='html'>Yep! Kak Shahidah got engaged to Sya's brother Sophian yesterday! =) sweets.. sya! we  will be family~* heehee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Kak Shahidah was getting made up and all, someone else pun tak mau kalah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we helped Shahirah put on makeup! heehee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/eng%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/eng%20003.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/eng%20004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/eng%20004.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ta-daaa! a newly revamped shahirah! hahaha..we (the cousins) didn't really have much to do since there were many aunties downstairs helping out with the arrangements.. so we busied ourselves with camwhoring..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/eng%20006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/eng%20006.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;kak rushida, farah (my niece! haha) and me.. farah so gamely posed in every other picture cos her mom had something to attend to and she was left to fend on her own.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/eng%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/eng%20001.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the gifts to be given to the guy side..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/eng%20008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/eng%20008.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;kak shahidah dah siap! so we took turns taking photos with her.. i want my makeup to be *natural* too man when my time comes to get engaged/married/watever..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/eng%20011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/eng%20011.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;farah, shahirah, kak shahidah n moi~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the boy's side finally arrived after being held back by a quite heavy sudden downpour..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/eng%20013.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/eng%20013.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;bringing many gifts with them! =) and along with the guy's side came sya and her family and also yani and nyd! *yay*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/collage.10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/collage.10.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there were too many people in her room, so we entertained ourselves outside first while waiting for a chance to get in.. haha farah got in on the act too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/eng%20031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/eng%20031.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the PINK gifts from the guy's side.. *ooooh do i see many many $$$ there?* (the symbol for the hantaran..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/eng%20022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/eng%20022.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;family photos time! sya's family with my cousin..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/eng%20023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/eng%20023.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my cousin's family nyer turn plak..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/eng%20026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/eng%20026.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;girl-cousins! turnout was quite little though cos everyone else was either away at work or on holiday.. *boo*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/eng%20027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/eng%20027.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;me, sya, yani and nyd with my cousins.. haha i have such retarded friends.. who take photos of EVERYTHING! maaan i want the pics you guys took between the plants.. haha! ultimate kentalness. but i still love u all muchos anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/eng%20028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/eng%20028.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/eng%20029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/eng%20029.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the dinner party in the garden.. i wanna have a garden too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/eng%20030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/eng%20030.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i think they managed to get almost ALL of the aunties in this shot.. hmmm.. who's missing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after most of the guests had left, a couple of us cousins entertained ourselves in shahirah's room..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/eng%20032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/eng%20032.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;while shahirah was sleeping.. haha she's too conked out already..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/eng%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/eng%20002.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we were trying to mate SIMS together to see the outcome.. LOL! Mate UGLY with UGLIER.. haha the woman looked like some far-out space punk monkey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/eng%20033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/eng%20033.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;EWWWWW!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so then we tried HOT with HOT.. haha.. not bad la the results..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/eng%20034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/eng%20034.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;all in all, it was a fun day lah! I still can't believe that we're gonna be family Sya! hahaha.. but I didn't eat as much as I wanted to though.. but that's alrite.. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14773552-114212966609587720?l=missymarsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/feeds/114212966609587720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14773552&amp;postID=114212966609587720&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/114212966609587720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/114212966609587720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/2006/03/day-my-cousin-and-syas-brother-got.html' title='the day my cousin and sya&apos;s brother got engaged'/><author><name>missymarsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402832719248432168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14773552.post-114198632760033726</id><published>2006-03-10T17:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T23:06:16.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the day she blew her top.</title><content type='html'>Normally, when I get super pissed off with someone in school, it's rare that I actually confront them about it. I'd usually just rant and rant about that person to everyone else and just bear with it for a little while. And it's not as if these incidences have been occuring often anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, i totally lost my cool today. TOTALLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as mentioned in my past entry, i was very irritated with my iCee grp leader. and this week only served to worsened that perception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he wasn't around most of the time during our project meetings, giving lame excuses such as doing his tutorials.. on tuesday he even went back to hall to sleep while the rest of us were doing the report la! on wednesday, he came down.. but he was chatting on MSN and surfing the net.. the entire time. only helped out a bit here and there. but like, no initiative at all to ask what else needed to be done, etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then yest, still had the CHEEK to tell us.. "ok once you all finish doing the report, send to me ok.. i noticed a few mistakes here and there.. i will do final editing"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*jaw drops*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, now that everything is done, THEN you want to do editing. how convenient.. grr..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this morning we had to submit the logbook which lists down the hours clocked by each member right.. he conveniently allocated equal hours for all of us. yilin was so angry with him, she totally refused to talk to him. in fact, she even refused to look at him! wahhahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hence i was mediating between the two. we wanted him to change the number of hours, and basically remove his name from all those meetings which he was obviously not present at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he accused me of being nitty-gritty! *shock* wahlao.. heart pain leh.. we put in so much more hours than him, and he's still trying to get away with it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i din care already, i wanted the whole thing changed. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;i was shouting at him in the free access lab&lt;/span&gt; la, letting go of everything. telling him how the whole group has been so angry at him all these while..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and instead of saying sorry or feeling guilty or what, this dude still insisted that he had been an "ok" leader.. (he had not.. in fact, i can safely say he has no leadership qualities AT ALL. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WE&lt;/span&gt; called for meetings. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WE&lt;/span&gt; delegated the work to him. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WE&lt;/span&gt; facilitated all the meetings. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WE&lt;/span&gt; were the ones who got the discussions going.) and still trying to push for his hours to be increased. saying how, even though he wasn't present, he did do his individual portions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i was like "wahlao, everyone else also did their individual portions loh, what makes u so special that we all have to come down and do the report together while you were happily doing your tutorial or sleeping in your hall?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really couldnt take it anymore. I've never ever shouted at anyone in uni before. but that idiot totally deserved it. i would never want to work with anyone like him ever again. once is more than enough. ergh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think the worst part of it all was that he wasn't sorry at all. if he had at least said sorry, i dont think i'd be so pissed off with him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14773552-114198632760033726?l=missymarsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/feeds/114198632760033726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14773552&amp;postID=114198632760033726&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/114198632760033726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/114198632760033726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/2006/03/day-she-blew-her-top.html' title='the day she blew her top.'/><author><name>missymarsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402832719248432168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14773552.post-114164278104859098</id><published>2006-03-06T18:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T19:15:02.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>she ran!</title><content type='html'>im so shagged! haha! after not exercising for like, freaking long (think about a year plus), i finally went to the gym today w geo.. we didn't even exercise for long la.. just ran on de treadmill a bit, then did a bit on the xtrainer.. and i felt like dying already! haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant wait for this week to end.. and then it's off to port dickson for a few days.. wheeeeeeeee~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damnit my legs feel like jelly now. still got tuition until ten, and then biz comm report to write and iCee appendix to compile. oh shits, and tmr's readings. looks like i can only get to sleep at the earliest arnd two! argh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and also damn freaking super pissed at my iCee grp leader. really damn useless. never in my life have i worked with such a person before. to think that he was from RI.. *pui* ah.. wahlao, deadline is this friday, then whole grp wanted to meet to sort out the report today la, and he insisted that we should meet tmr instead and he din wanna meet today. not like he had any lessons today lah. so we decided to meet anyway. and guess what? we bumped into him outside the lab! he was in sch ALL along! wont u just be pissed? he said he went to sch to do schwork. *pui pui ah* other pple also haf to do schwork. he's always complaining during proj meetings that he has to do this tutorial la, that tutorial la.. really damn irritating..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;useless guy. he doesnt deserve to be grp leader at all la! he doesnt even arrange meetings for us, everything we have to do ourselves. my friend is the one liasing with the company. and he doesnt even facilitate all the discussions we do during our meetings. that's one thing, he also barely contributes anything to the grp la! everyone else would be throwing in their two cents worth of opinions and he'd be just sitting there stoning. really feel like complaining to the prof already. grrr..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14773552-114164278104859098?l=missymarsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/feeds/114164278104859098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14773552&amp;postID=114164278104859098&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/114164278104859098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/114164278104859098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/2006/03/she-ran.html' title='she ran!'/><author><name>missymarsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402832719248432168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14773552.post-114137914270849715</id><published>2006-03-03T17:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T17:45:42.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday old man!</title><content type='html'>wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeee~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after many many many days of wondering and pondering.. finally got the good news today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yours truly will be doing her internship/attachment this may to july at &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;PricewaterhouseCoopers&lt;/span&gt;! woohooo~* one of the 4 biggest accounting firms in the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;truly truly ecstatic right now.. haha.. i can't wait for May to come.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I just need to know the Instep results, and then I'll know what my plans are for the rest of the year. Currently still very much uncertain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, my dear bf hit the big 2-5 today! Yes, he's a quarter of a century old, you old man.. =) But again, he's away in Malaysia so can't celebrate.. haha.. How many years already I've not celebrated with him.. the last time we celebrated it together was in 2003. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells.. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Happy Birthday to you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;anyways. Hopefully all your dreams and aspirations will come true.. =) if you all want, u can add him on msn at marsfad@hotmail.com and wish him a happy birthday too! haha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14773552-114137914270849715?l=missymarsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/feeds/114137914270849715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14773552&amp;postID=114137914270849715&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/114137914270849715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/114137914270849715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/2006/03/happy-birthday-old-man.html' title='happy birthday old man!'/><author><name>missymarsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402832719248432168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14773552.post-114123270393326981</id><published>2006-03-02T00:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T01:05:03.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's gettin hot in here..</title><content type='html'>I cant wait for these next two weeks to be over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biz comm presentation tmr. You see, there are a series of presentations spread out across the semester for biz comm and each student must do at least one formal and one informal presentation (not including the assessed formal presentation at the end of the sem, or the presentation pre-test at the start). So I conveniently chose both of mine to be in this week. Get both over and done with together. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The iCee project is proving to be a big headache. Gah! Cant wait to get that over and done with too. Due next fri! yes we can do it.. only a week left!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after next fri, all that I'm left with is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marketing's assessed case study presentation&lt;br /&gt;iCee project presentation&lt;br /&gt;Company law tutorial presentation&lt;br /&gt;Biz comm graded formal presentation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*yikes* still so many more? at least they are quite spread out over the remaining weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.. oh well.. hopefully, if all goes as planned, I'll be taking a short trip the week after next. yes mars might be skipping sch! muahahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bro got his A-level results today. He did really well.. really proud of him! But of course, my GP still better. hahahaha.. Hope he can get into the course tt he wants =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stupid air-con at home is spoiled. so irritating. during the hot period somemore. =( I dont normally sleep in air-con, but it's been really HOT these past few days.. so this is really a bad time for the air-con to break down. In fact, the repairman said that it cant be repaired already. Need to buy new one liao. *booo*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14773552-114123270393326981?l=missymarsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/feeds/114123270393326981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14773552&amp;postID=114123270393326981&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/114123270393326981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/114123270393326981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/2006/03/its-gettin-hot-in-here.html' title='it&apos;s gettin hot in here..'/><author><name>missymarsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402832719248432168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14773552.post-114094040760494125</id><published>2006-02-26T15:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T15:54:14.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>do u think that i'm weird?</title><content type='html'>desperately typing out my company law assignment now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the points are all there.. just need to string them out into words.. *gah*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i have too many points. dunno whether relevant anot.. but i have this feeling, that i might actually not have enough space to put in all the points *gasp*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahhahaa feeling quite high..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need the stress.. come on.. i dont feel psyched up enough to finish this. i need that adrenaline rush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'll only truly feel stressed out tonight. when i realise that i have a project presentation tmr morning, and a mid-semester quiz in the afternoon, and the law assignment to hand in after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want chicken mayo sandwich.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14773552-114094040760494125?l=missymarsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/feeds/114094040760494125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14773552&amp;postID=114094040760494125&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/114094040760494125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/114094040760494125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/2006/02/do-u-think-that-im-weird.html' title='do u think that i&apos;m weird?'/><author><name>missymarsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402832719248432168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14773552.post-114080176688817322</id><published>2006-02-25T00:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T01:57:16.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pagi sore el-sheikh</title><content type='html'>Finally, I got to enjoy a day of my term break. Even though we had makeup class for marketing today, it was still a great day nonetheless. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture post coming up again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nadz and me realised that yuenho cant stop talking. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/feb%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/feb%20001.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;see! take picture also still want to talk! haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/feb%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/feb%20003.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this picture speaks for itself! classic. super classic. =) nadz your expression ah.. priceless! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/feb%20005.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/feb%20005.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;on the bus to boon lay.. took the train to town w yuenho, and we were bitching about many pple in nbs.. *ooopz* esp a certain ex-rgs girl who looks like an auntie.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with my girls at Maulana mosque after that. The whole place was like filled with ex-rgs girls la! Bumped into kak melati n kak diana der.. haha.. Did our prayers before heading off to..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/febr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/febr.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;PAGI SORE! Ziqin's mom's restaurant. Rozzie treated us to dinner *yummms* thankiuk rozzie darling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/feb%20007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/feb%20007.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/feb%20008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/feb%20008.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/feb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/feb.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They served the rice in those banana leaves thingy above.. damn cute right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/feb%20009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/feb%20009.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ooooh we ate SO FREAKING MUCH. there were a lot leftover la.. so wasted.. =( But the food was super duper yummy man! I recommend.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/feb%20010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/feb%20010.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All de girls minus fiza.. who had gone erm.. somewhere?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanted to lepak somewhere after that, cos it was only nine plus and dey were closing the shop.. and we had 4 cars with us.. so *yay*.. drove around to find somewhere to go..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/feb%20011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/feb%20011.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ziqin's SUV and rozzie's beemer.. waiting for huzer n hatta to arrive..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/feb%20012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/feb%20012.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;beemer, beetle and integra! *i love friends with cars* heehee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/feb%20013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/feb%20013.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;close up on the beetle n integra! so fun! i love car convoy-ing! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and farah hopped into ziqin's suv for the ride.. and what else do you do in the car? but to take carshots! wheee~* tt's ziqin's gf in the front.. i asked him how long they've been together already..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ziqin: oh very long already! 3 weeks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/feb%20014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/feb%20014.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;alamak. ziqin why u look at the other side? oh yeah, u were driving.. ooopz haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/feb%20015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/feb%20015.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;second try! but de pic got cut off.. damn retarded pic! haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/feb%20016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/feb%20016.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;third time lucky! finally got a nice one.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/feb%20017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/feb%20017.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;elly sempat posing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/feb%20018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/feb%20018.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;happy girls walking along arab street.. and one extra happy guy sticking out in the background..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we finally decided on el-sheikh to chill out.. my first time der.. and whoa, i love it! will definitely be coming back again.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/feb%20019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/feb%20019.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/feb%20020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/feb%20020.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/feb%20021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/feb%20021.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/feb%20022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/feb%20022.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and guess who we bumped into al el-sheikh? [notice the guy in the pink shirt in the background?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saify!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we were just talking about him before that.. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dude, so long already haven seen yoo! i think the last time i saw him was in j1 or j2 manz.. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i had a great night out.. after a whole week of doing nothing but projects after projects, today was a much needed breather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daym.. still have company law assignment, marketing project and aa205 mid-sem quiz to study for!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14773552-114080176688817322?l=missymarsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/feeds/114080176688817322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14773552&amp;postID=114080176688817322&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/114080176688817322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/114080176688817322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/2006/02/pagi-sore-el-sheikh.html' title='pagi sore el-sheikh'/><author><name>missymarsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402832719248432168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14773552.post-114053405674771047</id><published>2006-02-21T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T00:10:44.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tudung girls</title><content type='html'>Lesson just learnt : never judge someone based on how that person looks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok fine, i know it's something that everyone knows. But I guess it just hit me, that some people who portray themselves to be really good and nice, may actually have a whole bag of secrets hidden within them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, just had a super long talk w Fad about some issues. And it keeps boiling down to the tudung. About how society has this perception that girls who wear the tudung should uphold a certain level of conduct to upkeep Islam's image. I still think it's unfair, that it's just convenient to place the burden on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, you walk into a coffeeshop, and you see a Malay guy (clearly a Muslim, as the majority are) smoking. Nobody says anything. And then you see another girl wearing the tudung, also smoking. And everyone goes *ehh she's wearing tudung! why is she smoking?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I condone smoking or anything. But it's just an example. How society has this double standard thingy when it comes to treating guys and girls. Especially tudung girls. We all know that smoking is bad for you. That apparently, it will soon be considered haram. But why is it that the tudung girl gets all the slag? Because she's wearing the tudung, that's why. Because you may not know whether the malay guy is a muslim? *oh pls, yeah right.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want to say that she's tarnishing the image of islam; I think Islam has got more pressing issues to worry about. Like, getting people to understand that we are not a religion of terrorists. That people need to understand that they are only reacting in that way cos they have been provoked. Cos others have acted like terrorists to them, and that is the only way that they know how to react.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say that's what we should be worrying about. How to change people's perceptions about Islam.. Instead of making a big fuss about a tudung girl being seen smoking in public.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14773552-114053405674771047?l=missymarsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/feeds/114053405674771047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14773552&amp;postID=114053405674771047&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/114053405674771047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/114053405674771047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/2006/02/tudung-girls.html' title='tudung girls'/><author><name>missymarsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402832719248432168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14773552.post-114043310998822439</id><published>2006-02-20T18:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T18:58:31.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>corporate high</title><content type='html'>So I went for my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;PwC interview&lt;/span&gt; today.. I should really stop being so &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;last minute&lt;/span&gt;. Yesterday night at about 10 I was panicking cos I didn't have a LOT of things with me. But managed to sort everything out, and I guess the interview went pretty well today. Except that I didn't know anything about the recently released &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;budget&lt;/span&gt;. *sheepish*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahhhh, I really hope I get the job. I love the office la! They have a whole building under their name, and the whole place is just damn sleek man. I love how everyone looked so polished and professional and the corporate feel of the whole place. Man, I really really REALLY wanna work there! And they have Starbucks arnd de corner =) She said that they're only choosing 4 or 5 out of the 8 people shortlisted for the interview. I hope I'm one of the 4 or 5.. *insyaallah*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went down to school to meet my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;AA205 project group &lt;/span&gt;after that. We were supposed to go for the beer brewery tour just now but our dear group leader didn't manage to confirm an appointment. So we ended up just sitting in school discussing other issues. Today's meeting was damn nonsense la, we were so unproductive! haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we had to submit the minutes of our meeting to prof foo, I think he'd just faint. Like, one minute we'd be talking about risks, and another we'd be comparing how hairy we were. Or something along those lines. And it was a picnic la. We had so much food with us! haha.. Yilin then suddenly picked up her birks and started using her eraser to *clean* her birks.. and geo suan did de same too. haha damn funny la.. We were pretty much high most of the time.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz, I'm damn sleepy now.. but still gotta give tuition later at night. *yawns*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14773552-114043310998822439?l=missymarsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/feeds/114043310998822439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14773552&amp;postID=114043310998822439&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/114043310998822439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/114043310998822439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/2006/02/corporate-high.html' title='corporate high'/><author><name>missymarsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402832719248432168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14773552.post-114027361422212547</id><published>2006-02-18T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T22:40:14.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>johari's window</title><content type='html'>hey guys,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;help me fill this up k!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wont take long.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://kevan.org/johari?name=Mardhiati"&gt;http://kevan.org/johari?name=Mardhiati&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanx!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14773552-114027361422212547?l=missymarsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/feeds/114027361422212547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14773552&amp;postID=114027361422212547&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/114027361422212547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/114027361422212547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/2006/02/joharis-window.html' title='johari&apos;s window'/><author><name>missymarsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402832719248432168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14773552.post-114018726666503632</id><published>2006-02-17T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T22:41:06.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>clothes shopping</title><content type='html'>damnit. why is everyone going shopping? i wanna go shopping too! noooo faiiirrr!! hrmpph..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met up w yani, nyd n hatta at jurong poing just now after sch.. we were walking arnd after ice cream at swensons, and then we went to this shop and there was this DAMN NICE dress la! and it came in 3 colours! turquoise for yani, greenish brown for nyd and pink for me! how perfect right? but it's 35 bucks. and i dun wanna be spending money on clothes right now. haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and tmr.. i'm going to help Far look for clothes for her interview! so fun! and after that i'm going to help Sya look for clothes for her bro's engagement.. so fun also!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damnit.. i wanna buy new clothes also! =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14773552-114018726666503632?l=missymarsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/feeds/114018726666503632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14773552&amp;postID=114018726666503632&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/114018726666503632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/114018726666503632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/2006/02/clothes-shopping.html' title='clothes shopping'/><author><name>missymarsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402832719248432168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14773552.post-114002020752725920</id><published>2006-02-15T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T00:16:47.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How a terrible day turned out great..</title><content type='html'>Everything just seemed to not go my way today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was rushing out the essays for &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;INSTEP&lt;/span&gt; and the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;DUO&lt;/span&gt; award this morning, so that I could get to school before law class to print them out and submit the forms. Ok, so no problem with that. Except that I then realised that they wanted &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;TWO&lt;/span&gt; copies of the exam results instead of one. So had to make another copy right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The photocopying shop behind the FAL was closed la! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Out for lunch.&lt;/span&gt; grrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So had to walk ALL the way to the OTHER photocopying shop in S4, only to realise halfway that I needed to photocopy my passport too. Which was in my bag in the FAL. -_- So had to walk back to get it, before finally photocopying everything that I needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking that I already had everything that I needed, I thought I might as well submit the forms straight away, and I'd still have about 45 mins to eat something for lunch before class. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Note that I did not have breakfast at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the NBS office, and gosh! there were &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;SO MANY&lt;/span&gt; people la! all applying for INSTEP. All having problems filling up the form. ended up meeting some friends that I knew and talking to others who were applying too. Finally, after waiting for about ten minutes or so, I got to the front of the queue. And the woman said I still needed Prof Marina Lee's signature for the course plans! Wah, why nobody tell me one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok fine, went to call her up, and luckily she was in her office. Went up to her office, and there were a LOT of people there too! All getting their forms signed! haha.. By the time I got her signature, and submitted the forms, I barely had time to eat a proper lunch. So ended up just buying some epok-epok and fruit juice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to go back to FAL cos I thought I could print the travel grant forms from there. But the site was down or something. No choice, so had to go for class already right? When suddenly, my cheapo &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;49 baht ($2) slippers&lt;/span&gt; from bangkok &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;broke!*wails*&lt;/span&gt; so sad k.. So I was dragging my right foot all the way down to the tutorial room, and just so happened I kept bumping into people I know la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked into the tutorial room.. Note that I had my laptop in my hand, and I was also carrying my epok-epok AND the fruit juice in the other hand. When I entered the room, I sort of slipped and the juice came &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;FLYING &lt;/span&gt;out of my hand! wah I so wanted to die right then and there. haha! So there was fruit juice ALL over the floor. -_- I didnt even get a chance to take a sip from my fruit juice.. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;*sobs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This girl offered some tissue, and Darrell (haha, I will so not laugh at him again, I promise!) went to grab some toilet paper from the toilet to mop the mess up. I was so frazzled la. Borrowed Far's sandals to grab more toilet paper. In the end, I had no time to eat my epok-epok. haha.. After all that adventure, I felt really really tired and sleepy in law class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily Far drove me n xinyin to JP after that. At least, can just grab a cab from there straight home. (I figured they wont be selling $2 slippers in JP, so I thought taking a cab would be cheaper than buying new shoes) But! there was only ONE cab at the taxi stand! and he wanted to go Tampines! So I pleaded with the pakcik (uncle) to send me home, cos my slippers broke. and he did! hahaha.. I was so touched. So nice of him. Even gave me &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;thirty cents discount!&lt;/span&gt; =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, later on, I had a great time at tuition. I love teaching this new girl. And she's so sweet! Cos to get to her house, I have to walk pass this hilly area with many many trees. It's by the main road la, not scary but she calls it the forest. So since I ended tuition around ten plus today right, she kept telling me to be careful and to take care. haha then when I was leaving, she was like *kak, later when u reach ur house, give me a miss call k.. make sure you're back* haha.. so sweet right? =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14773552-114002020752725920?l=missymarsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/feeds/114002020752725920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14773552&amp;postID=114002020752725920&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/114002020752725920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/114002020752725920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/2006/02/how-terrible-day-turned-out-great.html' title='How a terrible day turned out great..'/><author><name>missymarsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402832719248432168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14773552.post-113993447126119714</id><published>2006-02-15T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T00:27:51.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>apprehensive</title><content type='html'>It recently just struck me, that I will be turning 21 soon. 21, the so-called legal age where you become a full-fledged adult. When you are allowed to do things that you were once restricted from doing. When you have many more decisions to make. Yup, responsibilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just hit me. When I was filling out the application form for the pwc position, that hey, I am sort of applying for a job. A real job. Not just any kind of job, but something related to something that I could be doing for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the form had questions regarding spouse and family details. While I may not be married now, I guess by society's standards, I am expected to be married in about 5-8 years' time. And boy, that is freaking soon la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No no no, I am not ready! *wails and shakes head vigorously*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to grow up yet. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to walk around Orchard Road aimlessly in my pinafore giggling at cute guys and gossiping about this person and that person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want others to make the decisions for me. I dont want to be held responsible for my own future. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate filling out application forms. This is the third time I'm filling up a long application form this week. They better be all worth it. *insyaallah*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14773552-113993447126119714?l=missymarsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/feeds/113993447126119714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14773552&amp;postID=113993447126119714&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/113993447126119714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/113993447126119714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/2006/02/apprehensive.html' title='apprehensive'/><author><name>missymarsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402832719248432168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14773552.post-113967690160480260</id><published>2006-02-12T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T23:20:43.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ciao chin chao baby yeah!</title><content type='html'>What could be a better way to spend the day than at the beach?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good food, cool breeze, great company.. ahhh today was pretty much quite perfect.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/beach%20010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/beach%20010.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The weather was really perfect lah today. No rain, but super cooling with lotsa breeze blowing. We headed down to Pasir Ris Park (the area near the playground there..). Hatta picked me up, then Farah, and then Yani and Nydia before we reached the beach!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/beach%20009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/beach%20009.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Adil(ok fine, it was Nyd's) and Huzer brought tents! How convenient! I want my own tent too!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/beach%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/beach%20001.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yummylicious JUNK food! Perfect for a picnic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/beach%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/beach%20002.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Farah was supposed to bring egg mayo sandwiches. She really did. She brought the egg, the mayo and the bread. separately. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/beach%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/beach%20003.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;huzer and hatta..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/beach%20005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/beach%20005.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;yani darling and moi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/collage1.5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/collage1.5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some of them played volleyball. Actually everyone did, except for me and yani. haha.. we're such lazy bums. Aizad was pretty high today. He kept cracking all these jokes and laughing throughout. I've never seen him that happy, ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/beach%20008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/beach%20008.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While Adila was sitting out one of the games. Watching from the sideline. Huzer: "Ok guys, let's take a 2 hour water break" after playing for half an hour. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/beach%20011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/beach%20011.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yani and her yummy jelly~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/beach%20013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/beach%20013.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;DJ elly and yani darling. Elly declared herself resident DJ of the day, so in between songs that were being blasted on the speakers, she'd talk and make announcements like those DJs on Era or Ria. Complete with announcements for waktu solat. LOLs. Elly you funny lah! and her *ciao chin chao baby yeah!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/beach%20014.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/beach%20014.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Original plan was to go to the beach to cycle/blade, or build sandcastles, or play at the spiderweb thingy there. Ended up sitting around, eating, snacking on junk food, bumming and just talking. I think it was way better though. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone left for a while to go do something, so at one point, there were only me, Yani, Farah and Huzer left. But it was fun. Stayed by the beach until about nine. Damn shiok lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/collage.9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/collage.9.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Went down to Downtown East for dinner after that. Had my yummy fishball noodles. Hatta ate so much otak-otak that he was sweating all over. LOL. I'm glad I decided to stay til dinner. Fun fun day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14773552-113967690160480260?l=missymarsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/feeds/113967690160480260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14773552&amp;postID=113967690160480260&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/113967690160480260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/113967690160480260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/2006/02/ciao-chin-chao-baby-yeah.html' title='ciao chin chao baby yeah!'/><author><name>missymarsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402832719248432168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14773552.post-113959339871670724</id><published>2006-02-11T01:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T01:58:59.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fondue treat~*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/mb%20001.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/mb%20001.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Is that a damn cool butterfly tattoo or what? Yilin, my 205 grpmate, got her arm temporarily tattooed the other day, and don't you just think the butterfly is damn pretty? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, me and Far finally(!) got our fondue treat! haha! Met up with KallangWave after school just now.. We were supposed to meet up since like, November or something? But it kept getting cancelled because something just had to come up ALL the time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/mb%20014%20copy.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/mb%20014%20copy.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We were supposed to go Sakura initially. Got ourselves seated, then KW saw the kfc coupons in Far's bag and said that we should be eating at kfc instead. haha.. so we cabut ah! to the kfc at Funan~* Ok, actually they wanted to leave me at sakura while they go off to kfc.. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/collage1.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/collage1.4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We realised that KW has a very limited range of smiles. Mostly retarded ones. =p They were so sweet, waited while I took damn freaking long to finish my chicken. sorry la guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a night bazaar at the area between the Esplanade and the Padang (isit called the memorial park or something? not too sure..) Still in the CNY festive mood, we felt like we were in China or smtg.. eh but some of the lanterns were quite pretty lah! especially those pink ones in the trees..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/collage3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/collage3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nothing much to look at at the bazaar though, so we made our way to Esplanade. Took many silly self shots along the way. Eh, I'm getting better at the *point the camera at urself and take* kinda pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/collage2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/collage2.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Went up to the Esplanade rooftop to just chill for a while.. eh, the place is like damn nice lah now! It's a little different from how I last went there, and I guess it's been pretty long since I last went there. haha.. but nice nice.. cool breeze and all.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/mb%20012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/mb%20012.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Singapore skyline..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/mb%20013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/mb%20013.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was still too early for the fireworks.. so we thought we should go get our fondue first. MmMMMmmmMMM... Max Brenners!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/mb%20022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/mb%20022.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;eh, I still dunno who's the bald man leh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/collage.7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/collage.7.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;KW posing (quite retardedly, haha he's so gonna kill me!) with his pink-tipped spork; waffle with ice cream and fruit salad and chocolate ganache; stuffs to be dipped into the chocolates; ooooh the hot tubs of melted chocolate (3 types!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/mb%20020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/mb%20020.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;full and bloated and happy after eating so so so much! We ended up missing the fireworks, but it was alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/mb%20023%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/mb%20023%20copy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had a great time friends! It was so relaxed, a great way to end the week~* and KW's going off to Switzerland soon anyway. Luckily we managed to all meet up before you go away dude!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going beach tmr w the gang! *yay*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also damn happy cos I got a call from PriceWaterhouseCoopers this morning. I got shortlisted for the interview for the professional attachment! =) so so so thankful.. hopefully can get.. *insyaallah*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14773552-113959339871670724?l=missymarsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/feeds/113959339871670724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14773552&amp;postID=113959339871670724&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/113959339871670724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/113959339871670724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/2006/02/fondue-treat.html' title='fondue treat~*'/><author><name>missymarsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402832719248432168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14773552.post-113941410323820914</id><published>2006-02-08T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T23:55:03.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>unleash the Tiger~*</title><content type='html'>Had a super duper long interview with our host company just now. I guess it's a little weird for a tudung girl to be doing a project related to beers. But I'm looking at it from a learning point of view. strategies,  processes, etc.  This project is turning out to be quite fun actually! I'm glad we decided to do our project on this company instead. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoa.. but super tired though. only reached home around 10. and this is only the beginning of the project. i foresee a lot of late nights. a LOT. *bleargh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;geo suan passed me her desperate housewives dvd of season 2 episodes 1 to 10 just now! wheeeeeeeee~* so shiok! lotsa stuff to watch in my lappy.. =) *yayness*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my brother just commented how fat i am now. which is true actually. need to start exercising again. arghhhhh. and less sleep!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14773552-113941410323820914?l=missymarsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/feeds/113941410323820914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14773552&amp;postID=113941410323820914&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/113941410323820914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/113941410323820914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/2006/02/unleash-tiger.html' title='unleash the Tiger~*'/><author><name>missymarsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402832719248432168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14773552.post-113914751828322919</id><published>2006-02-05T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T21:51:58.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cepat lah!</title><content type='html'>argh im so frustrated. the bloody OC episode is taking forever to finish downloading that last 0.08% of the clip. i've been waiting all day. bleargh. cmon quick download! i wanna watch it tonight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to be more consistent in my work. this coming week is like killer week. 3 assignments due for me. and one presentation to prepare for. not to mention the iCee project, we've gotta get that interview done by this week! ack. all this on top of the usual tutorials. *someone help!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to celebrate my lil brother's bday yesterday.. his bday was on friday though.. but it's alright.. he turned 16! whoaaa.. all of us getting older already. (i cant believe im turning 21 this year.. so fast!) went down to Breeks for dinner. which is quite a big sacrifice for my dad cos he absolutely detests western food. haha.. but it was quite alright, he finished up his fish n pasta yesterday! *miracle! haha*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went down to Ikea after that to walk walk arnd.. and my room's decorations are almost ALL up. just need to put the fairy lights on and i'll put up de pictures! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think im becoming addicted to cheesy creamy pasta. i've never used to like them, i thought they were quite muak. but i just cant get enough of them now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14773552-113914751828322919?l=missymarsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/feeds/113914751828322919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14773552&amp;postID=113914751828322919&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/113914751828322919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/113914751828322919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/2006/02/cepat-lah.html' title='cepat lah!'/><author><name>missymarsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402832719248432168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14773552.post-113897214775969121</id><published>2006-02-03T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T21:14:02.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i wanna drive lynette's car~*</title><content type='html'>i think that i have this terrible habit, where i tend to just blurt things out, and i'd almost always regret saying them the moment they leave my mouth. so to all my friends, whom i've intentionally or unintentionally hurt with my ignorance, pls forgive me.. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that aside, moi have been bumping into the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;eye candy&lt;/span&gt; quite a bit lately.. heehee.. lalalala.. ooooh &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;eye candy&lt;/span&gt; can speak malay! =) wahahaha.. (plus points!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been eating so much as usual.. had de &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;chicken baked rice &lt;/span&gt;at the quad ystd w weizhi.. *yummms* (de baked rice, not weizhi.. haha! *nudge nudge*).. sooo cheesy.. had de &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;tandoori chicken briyani&lt;/span&gt; w tim n kenny today.. also yummms.. haha.. had a great time trying to dig stuff out from those two! *yay* moi loves gossip! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and got a ride home with lynette.. whee~* haha it was damn funny lah, cos we were both walking to her car.. den dunno why she walked over to the passenger side.. so me, on instinct, immediately went to the driver's side w/o realising that it was the driver's side.. i even opened the door already lah! then she screamed *heyy what u doing there? u wanna drive ah?* hahaha.. so dumb of me! but it wasnt intentional!!! *sheepish*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meeting up w far n kw for lunch tmr, after having postponed it countless of times.. haha.. wahhh kw u better not pangseh us tmr! or else, i'll get ur gf to revenge for us.. muahahahaa..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14773552-113897214775969121?l=missymarsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/feeds/113897214775969121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14773552&amp;postID=113897214775969121&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/113897214775969121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/113897214775969121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-wanna-drive-lynettes-car.html' title='i wanna drive lynette&apos;s car~*'/><author><name>missymarsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402832719248432168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14773552.post-113880159321400484</id><published>2006-02-01T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T21:46:33.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lazy bum</title><content type='html'>i've turned into a lazy bum this semester. skipped company law tutorial today, even though i was already in sch. went home to eat lunch and sleep instead. yerp. mars is such a lazy bum. have been trying to read my public finance textbook cos of the test tmr, but been distracted by many many things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wonder, if i'm in the right course. i should be doing something like maths, cos i really love maths. and im super good at it. but i feel that maths wont have much of a future for me. i dont want to go into teaching. no passion there. i hate handling kids. bleargh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or i should be majoring in econs. i LOVE econs! i love how everything just makes sense in econs. how when you read about the theories and stuff, and you go like *yeahhh that's right.. now i see it!* how it applies to almost everything in life. =) and for the past 2 semesters, my fave modules were always my econs modules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.. maybe i should go do some further studies in econs after i graduate.. ergh.. confirm need a lot of money. *boo*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for now, i guess i have to stick to being an accounting undergrad. =) who knows? maybe i'll change my mind after my attachment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14773552-113880159321400484?l=missymarsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/feeds/113880159321400484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14773552&amp;postID=113880159321400484&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/113880159321400484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/113880159321400484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/2006/02/lazy-bum.html' title='lazy bum'/><author><name>missymarsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402832719248432168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14773552.post-113871173889502183</id><published>2006-01-31T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T23:14:02.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my johore weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/collage.5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/collage.5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;notice that thing that she's sitting on? that used to be my bed.. *ahem* yes the one that some pple broke when they sat on it.. ;) anyways my granddad converted it into an amben *erm, what's amben in english arh?* damn cool huh? and fat baby shira sooooo cutee!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/collage1.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/collage1.3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i loved the whole atmosphere of the kids running around screaming and playing and giggling and laughing.. =) and when you get tired of it all, there's bbq-ed food to look forward to..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/cny%20011.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/cny%20011.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this is a side view of my neighbour's house.. notice the two long red coloured thingies hanging from their balcony? those are firecrackers.. every year, on cny eve, at exactly midnight, they'll set off the firecrackers. the first time i heard it three years back, i thought that a bomb had exploded or something!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/collage9.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/collage9.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;yay! yani, nydia, aisyah and elly came over for BBQ on cny eve.. *yummms* had good fun sleeping over though they slept early.. haha.. fad, nazreen and some of their friends slept over too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;annd there were fireworks also this year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imagine those fireworks you saw on new years but coming from your own neighbours' backyards! sooo shiok! wahahhahaa.. ten times better man! we were quite surprised cos i wasnt expecting fireworks at all. and many many families had somehow gotten hold of those fireworks (even though they are illegal *smirks*) so we had like a 360 degree view of them. like close to midnight they were popping up from every direction!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we asked our neighbours how much they costed them, and they said somewhere in the thousands of RM range.. *wooohooo!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway managed to get some video clips of the fireworks! enjoy~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OnEM83nt3_4"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OnEM83nt3_4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Utp51N7xtn8"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Utp51N7xtn8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah forgot to mention about today's swimming session! =) went swimming with sya, sya and sha (haha! figure out who they are!) at shahirah's condo in simei. super shiok considering i've not gone swimming for about 3 years now =) yay! and im now two-toned in certain areas, and my face feels a little burnt. we were in the water for three hours lah! haha.."u swim like a whale" - shahirah. wah thanx ah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14773552-113871173889502183?l=missymarsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/feeds/113871173889502183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14773552&amp;postID=113871173889502183&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/113871173889502183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/113871173889502183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-johore-weekend.html' title='my johore weekend'/><author><name>missymarsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402832719248432168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14773552.post-113835449941102455</id><published>2006-01-27T17:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T17:34:59.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lalalalala...</title><content type='html'>im going off to my johor house this coming weekend.. so i wont be arnd.. will prob be back by monday night latest (cos we're goin swimming *or rather, floating* on tuesday!) wheeee~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will be bringing my books along.. though I doubt that I'd get much done.. cos i've just found and downloaded the whole Never Gone concert video clips (not the singapore one, this one's from Saratoga, dunno where tt is also) haha.. the whole set's de same though.. so will probably be indulging in that.. anddd i have a whole load of OC and one tree hill episodes in my laptop which I've not watched.. sooo heh heh heh.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalalalala... skipped law lecture again just now.. =p it's the 4th one, and so far, I've only attended one and a half lecture.. *gotta stop slacking!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14773552-113835449941102455?l=missymarsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/feeds/113835449941102455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14773552&amp;postID=113835449941102455&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/113835449941102455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/113835449941102455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/2006/01/lalalalala.html' title='lalalalala...'/><author><name>missymarsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402832719248432168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14773552.post-113829036000646260</id><published>2006-01-26T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T23:46:00.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>trivia</title><content type='html'>I feel pretty slack this semester, as compared to previous semesters. not too sure why..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many things about the concert that I didnt blog about.. haha.. too many details that shall forever be embedded in my memories.. =) I was reading the review of the concert in Life just now, and seeing all those little details just made me smile to myself, knowing that I was there.. I feel so so happy and blessed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been blasting their music on my laptop since I came back from de concert. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other news, I'm broke. hahaha.. not surprising eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no 205 seminar tmr morning, so can sleep in a little.. no need to rush to school. glad we got the iCee proposal all sorted out today. =) oh yeah.. interesting trivia! I've never met one of my group members before! hahaha.. cos she was one of those who add/drop last minute one. Then, the first time she came to class, I ponned that class! and after that, she was down with chicken pox! So I've never met her before! haha.. how weird right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna go sleep now.. public finance tutorial still not done.. ahhh but that's something that can be done tmr morning.. =p *sheesh stop slacking mars!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14773552-113829036000646260?l=missymarsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/feeds/113829036000646260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14773552&amp;postID=113829036000646260&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/113829036000646260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/113829036000646260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/2006/01/trivia.html' title='trivia'/><author><name>missymarsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402832719248432168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14773552.post-113818978858264386</id><published>2006-01-25T19:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T19:49:48.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>more boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/035by.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/035by.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;a few pics of the Singapore concert which I found on the Net.. I didn't bring my camera cos I was sitting too far away to capture anything clearly anyway.. so yupz.. these pics will do I guess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/060cc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/060cc.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still cant believe I managed to catch them live in action.. heehee.. wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeee~*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14773552-113818978858264386?l=missymarsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/feeds/113818978858264386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14773552&amp;postID=113818978858264386&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/113818978858264386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/113818978858264386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/2006/01/more-boys_25.html' title='more boys'/><author><name>missymarsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402832719248432168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14773552.post-113812082963727710</id><published>2006-01-25T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T01:27:11.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>backstreet's never gone</title><content type='html'>arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*hyperventilates*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahahhahahahahahahhahaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just came back from the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Backstreet Boys Never Gone concert!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; hahahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wheeeeeeeeeeeeee~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am on cloud 9 now.. =) =) =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so so so so worth it! haha.. we bought tickets 2 hours before the concert can! super last minute decision.. but so worth it! at first we ended up in de second last row.. but some of the more expensive seats were empty, so when the concert started, me and faris rushed forward man! hahahahahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont care if people think that they r so loser-ish or what.. cos i bet many of u all out there are really closet bsb fans! dont tell me none of you have never sung along to their songs? haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahhhhhh my throat is damn sore now! kept screaming throughout the concert.. singing along! hahahaha so fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Brian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;was as cheeky as he always is.. and I super duper love his voice! =) *swwoooons* always pulling faces at the camera and making funny noises.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Nick&lt;/span&gt; was fat! hahaha but he played the guitar.. not bad.. =) haha there was this part when Brian pulled Nick on stage by dragging him by the ear! so cute~* haha.. those two make such a great pair =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;AJ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;was cool.. he did this soulful part after I'll Never Break Your Heart.. and his voice is good also..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Kevin&lt;/span&gt; played the piano.. while they sang *weird world* from the latest album.. we happened to be sitting around some Kevin fans.. so the few times that he got to sing solo they were screaming like mad.. i still cant see his appeal ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Howie&lt;/span&gt;.. well.. he was forgettable.. haha *never really cared abt him! ;p*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooooooooooooh and they did all those nice dances! the hat dance in All I Have to Give, the dance from The Call, and the robotic one from Larger Than Life! quite a few more i think..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and they did the rock thing with *just want you to know* like in their music video.. hehe damn funny! Brian wanted to throw his mike stand like a javelin lydet.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a nice mixture of old and new songs.. =) they did all the old favourites.. here was the song list.. not in order of which were played first though..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quit Playing Games with my heart&lt;br /&gt;Larger than Life&lt;br /&gt;As Long as You Love me&lt;br /&gt;All I Have to Give&lt;br /&gt;I'll Never Break Your Heart&lt;br /&gt;Everybody (Backstreet's Back)&lt;br /&gt;Show Me The Meaning of Being Lonely&lt;br /&gt;I Want It That Way&lt;br /&gt;Dont Want You Back&lt;br /&gt;The One&lt;br /&gt;More Than That&lt;br /&gt;Shape of My Heart&lt;br /&gt;The Call&lt;br /&gt;Drowning&lt;br /&gt;Incomplete&lt;br /&gt;Just Want You to know&lt;br /&gt;I Still&lt;br /&gt;Siberia&lt;br /&gt;Weird World&lt;br /&gt;My Beautiful Woman&lt;br /&gt;Crawling Back to you&lt;br /&gt;Climbing the Walls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[not too sure if i missed any song.. hmm this should be all.. i THINK la]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am one happy girl! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my only grouch? the concert was wayyy too short man! less than 2 hours! =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14773552-113812082963727710?l=missymarsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/feeds/113812082963727710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14773552&amp;postID=113812082963727710&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/113812082963727710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/113812082963727710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/2006/01/backstreets-never-gone.html' title='backstreet&apos;s never gone'/><author><name>missymarsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402832719248432168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14773552.post-113802458054663370</id><published>2006-01-23T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T21:56:20.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NBS week</title><content type='html'>It's NBS week and they're giving out free lunches from today to wednesday! woohoo~* haha.. so all you NBS kids, if you want free food, go down to the area outside 8 flags arnd lunchtime and just show your matric card. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they gave out free chicken mcnuggets today. *yummmms* got myself a free file too. i'm such a freeloader! haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jogging plans got shelved cos we had to complete our 205 assignment. *boo* really really need to start jogging soon! Nadz!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quite irritated w someone in school. *bleargh* -_- no. actually make that two someones. grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my aa205 group is pretty lucky. while other groups are still struggling to find companies to host their projects, we have 2 offers. =) i guess even in business school, contacts can get you pretty far.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14773552-113802458054663370?l=missymarsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/feeds/113802458054663370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14773552&amp;postID=113802458054663370&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/113802458054663370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/113802458054663370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/2006/01/nbs-week.html' title='NBS week'/><author><name>missymarsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402832719248432168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14773552.post-113793645092545587</id><published>2006-01-22T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T21:27:30.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kak nur's engagement!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/kaknur%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/kaknur%20002.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was Kak Nur's engagement yesterday, so we all trooped down to Pasir Ris for the ceremony. Man, I love her baju! =) and that tiara on top of her head! just makes you feel all princessy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/kaknur%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/kaknur%20001.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;some of the girl cousins plus farah (my niece!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/kaknur%20004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/kaknur%20004.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the aunties.. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/kaknur%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/kaknur%20003.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;kak rushida, shahirah n me! camwhoring.. as usual =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/kaknur%20006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/kaknur%20006.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;shahirah, me and kak nura.. she came down from KL! =) it's gonna be your turn soon in May! haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/kaknur%20005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/kaknur%20005.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;another one of my nieces.. Tasha! aint she so adorable?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/collage.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/collage.3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dini followed us to the engagement, even though she's actually on my mom's side.. She saw us taking photos and she wanted to try it out herself too.. check out her masterpiece! haha.. those 4 shots above were taken by her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/kaknur%20013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/kaknur%20013.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;shahirah and moi with the lovely.. erm.. not bride right.. well.. bride-to-be.. =) and we're looking a tad too oily already in this photo.. must have been all that food! there was SO MUCH food!!! yummmmmmmms... spaghetti, sate goreng, laksa, bamia, roti kirai.. and so much kueh also! omg, we just ate and ate and ate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't wait for the CNY weekend! sleepover plus bbq plus swimming.. *yay*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14773552-113793645092545587?l=missymarsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/feeds/113793645092545587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14773552&amp;postID=113793645092545587&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/113793645092545587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14773552/posts/default/113793645092545587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/2006/01/kak-nurs-engagement.html' title='kak nur&apos;s engagement!'/><author><name>missymarsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402832719248432168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14773552.post-113778073563326885</id><published>2006-01-21T01:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T02:12:15.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sayuri-san!</title><content type='html'>people only see me on the outside. she's so calm and collected. she's so cute. yeap. always the cute one. never the outstanding one. i may be smiling, but i dont know what im feeling inside. why do i always try to keep up this cheerful facade when i dont feel half as joyful inside as i look outside?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no one really knows me. am i hiding the real me somewhere deep within? *shrugs* who knows..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not stupid. you dont come telling me one thing, only to tell me another thing a few hours later. what do u take me for? i can figure things out. if you dont wanna meet me, just tell me straight in the face. stop coming up with irritating nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;memoirs of a geisha was great though. i loved the book, i still think the book was better. the movie made it a lil bit sick. the chairman is one kick-ass paedophile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ice cream after that was yummy. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached home at one am.. new record. with a gazillion miss calls from my dad. as if calling me a gazillion times would make me reach home earlier when i was already on de way home. bleargh. i should really talk to my parents about my curfew. it's time i do it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14773552-113778073563326885?l=missymarsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missymarsie.blogspot.com/feeds/113778073563326885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14773552.post-113758105667494220</id><published>2006-01-18T18:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T18:44:16.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>go global!</title><content type='html'>went for the go global exhibition at nanyang audi with Nadz just now.. and they had free food! yummy free food! wahlaoz.. if i had known, i wouldnt have eaten lunch manz.. but yummmmms! gobbled down spaghetti and cheesy potatoes and kebab-like chicken.. if we had more time, confirm we'd have eaten a LOT more! haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i better get down to my instep application. must really do it this time arnd. i wanna go UK! *hope i can get it..* =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14773552-113758105667494220?l=missymarsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14773552.post-113750102576523880</id><published>2006-01-17T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T22:32:10.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>am i dead? am i dead now?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/IMG_6471.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/IMG_6471.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Huzer got dunked! =) pictures from huzer's 21st birthday gathering on friday the 6th of jan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/IMG_6472.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/IMG_6472.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;dunkee and dunker..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/IMG_6474.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/IMG_6474.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ooopz huzer's pressies got dunked too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/IMG_6475.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/IMG_6475.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;he got calvin klein underwear! *yay* LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/IMG_6477.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/IMG_6477.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we were waiting for the boys to dry and wash up.. so we entertained ourselves.. what else? camwhoring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/IMG_6478.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/IMG_6478.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ACT CUTE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/IMG_6479.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/IMG_6479.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;oooooh adila's all OURS! heh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/IMG_6486.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/IMG_6486.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;huzer trying on the (wet) jacket that we gave him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/IMG_6481.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/IMG_6481.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;rozzie din wan the guys to wet her floor.. so hatta walked arnd with the towel.. hahahaha should have seen him waddling arnd!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/IMG_6482.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/IMG_6482.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;yummy junk food! i love my bbq chicken pizza from canadian~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/IMG_6489.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/IMG_6489.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;happy pple! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/IMG_6492.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/IMG_6492.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;girls loving their pizzas~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/IMG_6496.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/IMG_6496.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hedbanz! hatta as albert einstein..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/IMG_6503.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/IMG_6503.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hatta was princess diana and huzer was muhammad ali.. classic qns..&lt;br /&gt;hatta: am i dead?&lt;br /&gt;us: yeah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a few qns later..&lt;br /&gt;hatta: am i dead now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTH? hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/IMG_6501.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/IMG_6501.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;me loves rozzie's balcony!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/IMG_6507.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/IMG_6507.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ooooh rozzie brought Tapi out! dont he look scary?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway went to send my bro off at Tekong de next day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/DSC00026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/DSC00026.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;in de ferry to Tekong.. fairuz still had HAIR! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/DSC00028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/DSC00028.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;posing before we got separated.. de family members got to go for a tour.. fairuz had to go with the other recruits already..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/collage1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/collage1.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;at one of the exhibitions.. my dad posing with some camouflaged soldier..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/DSC00032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/DSC00032.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;while waiting for the bus to bring us to the canteen for the meal-sampling! we got chicken briyani.. not bad la dei~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/collage.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/collage.2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;haha bye bye brother..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to meet the gang for dinner at lau pa sat last friday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/IMG_6578.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/IMG_6578.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;yani, aisyah n moi~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/IMG_6579.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/IMG_6579.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;sistaz! sweet pose..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/IMG_6580.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/IMG_6580.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ooopz.. rozzie got shot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/IMG_6583.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/IMG_6583.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;she got shot again! nottie nottie shah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/IMG_6584.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/IMG_6584.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hatta : life's good with M1! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/1600/collage.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1140/124/400/collage.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;happy people.. rozzie,nydia; shah,rozzie; nydia, adil; huzer,adila =) wheeeeeeee~*&lt;div 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