<?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-8575398163730321587</id><updated>2012-02-02T04:18:59.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss Don't Know It All</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Evelyn Hong a.k.a. Chubbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09445874981939898549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fNvdfCfHTn0/TjDwUrrsabI/AAAAAAAAA18/FsdhdIaNL_8/s220/PP.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>137</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575398163730321587.post-3008196543173954813</id><published>2011-10-31T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T22:49:27.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confrontation</title><content type='html'>Well, hello! It has definitely been a long time. I have a twitter account and I don&amp;#39;t tweet that much, let alone write an entry. &lt;p&gt;I&amp;#39;m doing fine with my work, in fact I enjoyed it! I&amp;#39;m still trying to get to know the people better. My job is interesting too, well at least for me, in comparison with my previous job. &lt;p&gt;Other than that, I&amp;#39;m still trying to find that sweet spot in my relationship. You need to keep the romance going, which means you will have to strike a balance within every aspect in the relationship, which is not easy. &lt;p&gt;A relationship may have many issues, and not all relationships have the same ones, because of the different pairs of personalities. Sometimes, leaving too many issues unresolved can be very overwhelming, especially when these issues keep popping up. You get frustrated, exhausted, demoralised. How often do you feel that way and how do you resolve it?&lt;p&gt;Not only in relationships, we also face similar situations at work (where your personality clashes with that of your bosses or colleagues), at home with your family or with friends (especially if an egoistic/bitchy person is involved).&lt;p&gt;We tend to shy away from those situations, to avoid awkwardness or discomfort if there is a confrontation. So how do you express your feelings without hurting someone else? Which is better; a text, an email, over the phone or face to face? &lt;p&gt;I don&amp;#39;t know. I guess you&amp;#39;ll have to try to figure it out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8575398163730321587-3008196543173954813?l=missdontknowitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/feeds/3008196543173954813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8575398163730321587&amp;postID=3008196543173954813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/3008196543173954813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/3008196543173954813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/2011/10/confrontation.html' title='Confrontation'/><author><name>Evelyn Hong a.k.a. Chubbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09445874981939898549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fNvdfCfHTn0/TjDwUrrsabI/AAAAAAAAA18/FsdhdIaNL_8/s220/PP.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575398163730321587.post-1094776490673954235</id><published>2011-09-16T23:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T23:27:50.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking for a connection</title><content type='html'>I&amp;#39;m reserved. I&amp;#39;m always thinking. I&amp;#39;m always quiet. &lt;p&gt;I would like to think that I prefer to be independent, not to trouble others with my own problems. But sometimes, I wish there is someone out there who can help me solve all my problems. &lt;p&gt;I would also say that I&amp;#39;m more than mature for my age, and I love being the problem solver/ love doctor. I don&amp;#39;t like telling people what&amp;#39;s troubling me, but I love hearing others out. As if my hands aren&amp;#39;t full of my own problems, I&amp;#39;d like to listen and help others too. It makes me feel useful.&lt;p&gt;But one problem. I have one too many for myself to handle now. Yet, filled with pride and ego that I&amp;#39;m capable of anything, I still keep it to myself. And because I like to analyse every single detail, I always feel my own advice is better than seeking it from someone else. &lt;p&gt;I&amp;#39;m wrong. Although I face these problems so I know every detail better than others, but I only have ONE perspective, my own. Plus, keeping it all to myself makes me unapproachable. I tend to shy away from others, because at troubled times, I&amp;#39;m constantly dazed, thinking..... every second of the day......&lt;p&gt;It&amp;#39;s hard for me to break out from this shell. I&amp;#39;ve tried but nothing really came out. I just feel really uncomfortable to share my problems with others; it&amp;#39;s like being vulnerable in front of them. But it does not mean that I don&amp;#39;t admit my faults and weaknesses, it would be the first thing I would mention actually. &lt;p&gt;I&amp;#39;m just glad I have two great men in my life; my wise dad who gives meaningful advice, and my dear sweetheart who cares to listen to my troubles and knows the best way to ease my troubles away, by loving me more when I open up. &lt;p&gt;I guess I really need to look for that connection with others. I need to reconnect and open up more to reduce the stress that&amp;#39;s been affecting my health lately. Right now, I just want Mike by my side.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8575398163730321587-1094776490673954235?l=missdontknowitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/feeds/1094776490673954235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8575398163730321587&amp;postID=1094776490673954235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/1094776490673954235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/1094776490673954235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/2011/09/looking-for-connection.html' title='Looking for a connection'/><author><name>Evelyn Hong a.k.a. Chubbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09445874981939898549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fNvdfCfHTn0/TjDwUrrsabI/AAAAAAAAA18/FsdhdIaNL_8/s220/PP.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575398163730321587.post-8327804451031942434</id><published>2011-08-03T06:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T06:01:52.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simply putting things into perspective</title><content type='html'>With the recent hype of the 8TV public message on Ramadhan, brought much debate regarding the contents of the messages that were broadcasted briefly on air before taken off. Slowly but surely, even after being removed, there is still YouTube right? It didn't take a while for it to spread. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were three messages, first one being a young lady being overly friendly (or as I like to call it obnoxious) at the bazaar. Then, the corrected version of her which was polite and demure. Second message was the same lady being greedy and inconsiderate to others, offering food to people who were fasting, and of course the corrected one was her being considerate. Lastly, again the same lady wearing a tank top while censoring her shoulders and her saying out loud "I'm the centre of the attention. I love it!" and later, corrected with her wearing baju kurung as her clothes were considered revealing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, let's break it down. In the first message, there is nothing wrong with being friendly (but not up to the point that she became obnoxious), but in the spirit of Malaysians who are generally and naturally quite friendly, I don't see a problem of praising the food. Put this into perspective. If there were 3 girls of different race doing the same thing, now you see less of what people caught on right, the race of the girl which happened to be Chinese. I would still find the first message distasteful because the three girls would have acted in an obnoxious manner, which does not describe how people are usually at the bazaar, merely overexaggerating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second message, I totally agree on what the content was, being considerate. Not just during Ramadhan while the Muslims are fasting, but also on every other occasion as well. But then again, public message portrayed in a tasteless manner. Yes, we do sometime make a mistake by offering our Muslim friends food or drinks while they are fasting, it's an honest mistake. But the lady acted in an oblivious manner, which does not depict reality. But true enough, do not be greedy if you're at the bazaar. Save some for others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, final message. Over the top! I get the picture, do not wear inappropriate attire, but does that mean that to go to a bazaar, we need to own/loan baju kurung just to be there? A t-shirt and casual jeans are just fine. Plus, who on earth yells out "I'm in the centre of attention! I love it!". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is plain ridiculous. But I would like to make it very clear, THIS IS NOT RACIAL RELATED WHATSOEVER, merely a public message gone wrong. Furthermore, 8TV and Fly FM are known for their exaggeration in TV and radio ads and I feel that they can never do an ad just like those tear-jerking Ramadhan ads that I always look forward to. Those are the authentic ones that display and promote the spirit of Ramadhan. To that Chinese lady, you may be laughing doing the shoot, but you're not laughing now, are you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8575398163730321587-8327804451031942434?l=missdontknowitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/feeds/8327804451031942434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8575398163730321587&amp;postID=8327804451031942434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/8327804451031942434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/8327804451031942434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/2011/08/simply-putting-things-into-perspective.html' title='Simply putting things into perspective'/><author><name>Evelyn Hong a.k.a. Chubbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09445874981939898549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fNvdfCfHTn0/TjDwUrrsabI/AAAAAAAAA18/FsdhdIaNL_8/s220/PP.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575398163730321587.post-1358855280057965990</id><published>2011-07-27T17:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T19:18:22.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes, it can be unbearable...</title><content type='html'>It's sad to see how skewed minds can be to think that the recent Bersih 2.0 rally had any correlation with races or political parties. Yes, it may seemed that supporters of opposition were heavily supporting the rally, but to my understanding, there were also BN supporters participating in the rally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, the rally called for a clean and fair election (use of indelible ink, biometric system etc). Be it BN supporters or opposition supporters, we would definitely want fair democracy if we are indeed living in a democratic country. If our GE and its commission have been tempered with, it's no surprise that BN supporters and opposition supporters walked the rally. It has nothing political attached to it. If ever I'm a BN supporter, I would walk the cause too as I would want the political party that I support win/lose in a fair game. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's just too bad, I'm not a BN supporter! And I'm sure those who were, are going to think twice. To make matters worse, I'm ashamed to call Najib Razak the leader of my country, who made a mockery of the true democracy we stand for! I can see why he's not afraid for the upcoming election, probably the commission is already corrupted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's just not all that makes Malaysia unbearable at times. I hate the racism that goes on in this country, that sometimes debates can be ridiculous and child-like. I'm not just targeting on the Malays, but also the Chinese and Indians alike. If there is any religion in this world that requires its believers to hate another religion, or while practicing your religion indirectly caused you to go against another religion, you might want to forget about it. I can't imagine your God telling you that we all should live in peace, but whispers in your ear "Beware of this religion though, they are of no good". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, seriously! What did someone do to you that you have to hate them and all of its kind? Sure, I have a thing or two that I'm not too happy with some people, but just because they are coincidentally Muslims, I hate the entire race already? Mind you, I have Muslims in my family too and they are perfectly fine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wished the hardcore Muslims rethink how their comments on other races being immigrants to Malaysia will affect the peace of this country. Buddhism has always taught its believers kindness and compassion, but there is also a bunch of hooligan Chinese who just happened to have racism in their word diarrhoea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has to stop!! I was in a debate with a friend recently and his remarks were really child-like and downright ridiculous that I couldn't even stand to respond to such comments. He is a Chinese btw. Let all these immature racists be, let's just hope the young and educated ones know better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8575398163730321587-1358855280057965990?l=missdontknowitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/feeds/1358855280057965990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8575398163730321587&amp;postID=1358855280057965990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/1358855280057965990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/1358855280057965990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/2011/07/sometimes-it-can-be-unbearable.html' title='Sometimes, it can be unbearable...'/><author><name>Evelyn Hong a.k.a. Chubbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09445874981939898549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fNvdfCfHTn0/TjDwUrrsabI/AAAAAAAAA18/FsdhdIaNL_8/s220/PP.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575398163730321587.post-1405701958936377120</id><published>2011-07-27T01:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T01:34:53.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inner Peace</title><content type='html'>It has definitely been a while since my last post. There were pictures that I wanted to post up, but there were some issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I've been a little short tempered - my patience and tolerance were running low. I grumbled a lot to myself. But a lot of "me" time has definitely explained the short fuse. Twitter has also helped me a great deal when I subscribed to Tiny Buddha (@tinybuddha) that provides a lot of self help or motivational articles that have truly inspired me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our lives, we are so caught up with our work and material objects. We all have the same ultimate goal, bettering our lives and the lives of those who are dependent on us. But often times, people have mistakenly relate materialism with bettering lives, that our emotional needs are pushed aside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are days where you feel tired and demotivated but you pushed through because you have that one thought in your head; I need this to support my family. Of course, with a family in mind, you ought to be responsible and provide the best within your means. But, while you're so caught up with work, your smile disappears. Your love dims. Loved ones demand for your presence. I am definitely going through this with two men in my life; my father and Mike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in that very same state while I was working; detached, zombified and not at all happy. I was fortunate, fortunate enough that I had no one depending on me for necessities. It took me 3 months to build up courage, finally put my feet down and said "I'm resigning". How can you leave a secure job when you don't even know what you want to do next? Scary isn't it? But also necessary. Good thing was that I was only supporting myself, and that if I didn't do it now, I will forever be sucked into that misery which sooner or later I need to get out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, apart from an inarticulate idiot who aspires to be a journalist but lacks the impartial judgment and leaves crude, offensive updates on Facebook, I've never been happier in my life now with the 4 months break. I get to accompany my mum at home which I will miss dearly and I could set my mind straight on what I will do next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only we shouldn't be the slaves to our lives, but we shouldn't be slaves to money. I am fortunate enough that I'm blessed in this family, but humility keeps me grounded. I lived on my savings for the past 4 months, though my parents have been too kind to offer me help. But I do pity those who dream of living the posh life drowned in designer brands. Of course, it is unfair for me to say because I'm lucky enough to wake up to designer things around me, but without them (which we used to be), I'm equally as happy. To me, designer brands are just names of people who did great social networking ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8575398163730321587-1405701958936377120?l=missdontknowitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/feeds/1405701958936377120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8575398163730321587&amp;postID=1405701958936377120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/1405701958936377120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/1405701958936377120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/2011/07/inner-peace.html' title='Inner Peace'/><author><name>Evelyn Hong a.k.a. Chubbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09445874981939898549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fNvdfCfHTn0/TjDwUrrsabI/AAAAAAAAA18/FsdhdIaNL_8/s220/PP.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575398163730321587.post-6963032326497256898</id><published>2011-07-08T10:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T10:56:02.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bersih 2.0</title><content type='html'>Woohoo! Finally Razor Edge has resumed its business, looking much more classy and sophisticated. And spot me with a brand new look. Back to basics, bangs in black! Never noticed that I've been doing my hair at this salon for almost 7 years with the same stylist. I don't trust others handling my hair &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I know I'm not that much into politics, but there's something that's very close to my heart, human rights. Human rights to basic living needs, human rights to freedom of choice and speech, and especially human rights to democracy. And Bersih 2.0, just like its former rally Bersih 1.0 back in November 2007, was all about fair elections.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that I'm extremely disappointed with this government is that they fail to deliver their promises. It's only during the election in March 2008 that they went all out. But that's fine, I understand that every politician makes fancy promises they can't keep, their abilities to fulfil everyone's needs are limited. But, come on, this was a COMPROMISE agreed that the rally is allowed to be held in the stadium where it can be controlled. We're not asking Najib to throw some party over there, have celebrity singers perform, like a carnival day similar to Jom Heboh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bersih is standing up for one of the human rights, the right to democracy. Tunku Abdul Rahman fought for our independence, now someone is fighting for our freedom to wear or possess something yellow. Can you imagine, you can get caught wearing a yellow T-shirt that has BERSIH on it? Worse, on July 9th, 2011, which is tomorrow, Najib is shutting the city down to a state of emergency. We know what you're up to, you are trying to cause inconvenience and spark anger so that the people would think Bersih has brought nothing but madness (and traffic jams) to the city. It's not gonna work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why, are you scared Najib? Your actions have lost you credibility as an impartial leader.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8575398163730321587-6963032326497256898?l=missdontknowitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/feeds/6963032326497256898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8575398163730321587&amp;postID=6963032326497256898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/6963032326497256898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/6963032326497256898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/2011/07/bersih-20.html' title='Bersih 2.0'/><author><name>Evelyn Hong a.k.a. Chubbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09445874981939898549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fNvdfCfHTn0/TjDwUrrsabI/AAAAAAAAA18/FsdhdIaNL_8/s220/PP.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575398163730321587.post-3479904348193043750</id><published>2011-07-02T23:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T23:40:21.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A room full of memories...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EQnsVmiynKc/Tg86KhW8gEI/AAAAAAAAA1s/uvtws04nhCU/s1600/image-777177.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EQnsVmiynKc/Tg86KhW8gEI/AAAAAAAAA1s/uvtws04nhCU/s320/image-777177.jpeg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624778412036751426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has definitely been a room with lots of great memories. Plus it's the second room I decorated from scratch. Excluding the wardrobe, office table (not in picture) and the bed, we did everything else. From the wall paint, to the posters, to the wood-coloured cornice. I wondered where all the ideas came from. But the result is excellent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's also a hidden message behind the wall;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b4wTiTGSn-w/Tg86NN7MuaI/AAAAAAAAA10/XBLDE7LVCaw/s1600/image-780502.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b4wTiTGSn-w/Tg86NN7MuaI/AAAAAAAAA10/XBLDE7LVCaw/s320/image-780502.jpeg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624778458359708066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8575398163730321587-3479904348193043750?l=missdontknowitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/feeds/3479904348193043750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8575398163730321587&amp;postID=3479904348193043750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/3479904348193043750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/3479904348193043750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/2011/07/room-full-of-memories.html' title='A room full of memories...'/><author><name>Evelyn Hong a.k.a. Chubbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09445874981939898549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fNvdfCfHTn0/TjDwUrrsabI/AAAAAAAAA18/FsdhdIaNL_8/s220/PP.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EQnsVmiynKc/Tg86KhW8gEI/AAAAAAAAA1s/uvtws04nhCU/s72-c/image-777177.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575398163730321587.post-2702400712894014635</id><published>2011-06-29T01:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T01:46:06.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking of changing styles</title><content type='html'>I've been thinking of changing my hairstyle. Firstly, my fringe is growing too long, but usually when I trim, it's not short to be bangs. So I was wondering, should I keep it long, or cut it so short to have bangs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, this is the longest I've grown my hair, and damage control trim is long overdue. The salon that I go to in One Utama shopping mall (Razor Edge) is currently undergoing renovation, but I'm not so sure if they have resumed business. Anyhow, there are split ends, which I thought maybe I should just cut my hair short so that new and healthier hair grows out faster. But I feel sexy with long hair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, my roots are growing out which caused a clear distinction between new black hair with my bright brown hair. Touching up is expensive, but dying my hair while's it's long is damaging and really expensive. So I wondered if I should go into the darker side or maintain the bright colourful hair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I prefer long and coloured hair. Makes me feel sexy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PwSovoK6S_0/TgoPf2QGNeI/AAAAAAAAA1U/e5kxGi7qrdk/s1600/image-775113.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PwSovoK6S_0/TgoPf2QGNeI/AAAAAAAAA1U/e5kxGi7qrdk/s320/image-775113.jpeg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623324124538877410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I just dye my hair during Christmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ORBAsoF5GAg/TgoPgLRj8MI/AAAAAAAAA1c/ACvCI5gWx_8/s1600/image-776234.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ORBAsoF5GAg/TgoPgLRj8MI/AAAAAAAAA1c/ACvCI5gWx_8/s320/image-776234.jpeg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623324130182164674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my DIY dying , my bright brown hair turned to a darker shade. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Bdr_nO_bos8/TgoPgT7T-jI/AAAAAAAAA1k/HolkKpNiem0/s1600/image-777109.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Bdr_nO_bos8/TgoPgT7T-jI/AAAAAAAAA1k/HolkKpNiem0/s320/image-777109.jpeg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623324132504762930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo to make comparisons. Anyways I'm falling asleep. Night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8575398163730321587-2702400712894014635?l=missdontknowitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/feeds/2702400712894014635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8575398163730321587&amp;postID=2702400712894014635' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/2702400712894014635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/2702400712894014635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/2011/06/thinking-of-changing-styles_29.html' title='Thinking of changing styles'/><author><name>Evelyn Hong a.k.a. Chubbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09445874981939898549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fNvdfCfHTn0/TjDwUrrsabI/AAAAAAAAA18/FsdhdIaNL_8/s220/PP.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PwSovoK6S_0/TgoPf2QGNeI/AAAAAAAAA1U/e5kxGi7qrdk/s72-c/image-775113.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575398163730321587.post-5608745994801326478</id><published>2011-06-17T01:29:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T02:21:35.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He is my hairy little baby boy...</title><content type='html'>Some may have seen this on The Star newspaper today, or going viral on the Internet, specifically on Facebook. It is a photo of ‎a teenager from Phillipines who thought it was cool to peg a puppy after "washing" it. He thought it would grab the attention of many by posting it online. Well he did, in a wrong way. The society today are more outspoken than before, and anything that can spike rage will be taken action immediately, by spreading the word around, sometimes to the extend that perpetrators' lives were threatened. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IzxJjKVmtQo/Tfo91dWDKDI/AAAAAAAAA0c/RtBeRkngx_A/s1600/image-760597.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IzxJjKVmtQo/Tfo91dWDKDI/AAAAAAAAA0c/RtBeRkngx_A/s320/image-760597.jpeg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618871473717585970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to see how he feels if we hung him on the clothesline for a change. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I would be outraged by this as I am a pet lover. Having a dog of my own (a very special Silky Terrier), I treat my lil pup like my own son. And even family and friends treat  him like a boy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xkEF2JNUqT0/Tfo91XfdJ_I/AAAAAAAAA0k/4T3cFycOpyU/s1600/image-761751.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xkEF2JNUqT0/Tfo91XfdJ_I/AAAAAAAAA0k/4T3cFycOpyU/s320/image-761751.jpeg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618871472146425842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a picture of him in his pajamas. Of course with the weather here in Malaysia, I do not dress him up unless he is feeling cold or unwell. He has his own blanket, and if he still shivers in an air cond room, I'll put it on. Dogs get "fung sap" too, you know! But isn't he adorable???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He acts just like a little boy. Probably as he grew up, we treated him like one. We speak to him in full sentences, like "Go to the toilet to shi shi" or "Take your toy". He understands and obeys very well. He even knows boundaries as to which line he can't cross over, or sings to his favourite songs. I can command him to stop barking at strangers, or when he's biting his toy, I can tell him to let it go. He cries when I scold him (not crocodile tears but real tears), and it's cute when he tries to pujuk you when you're upset, by putting his paw on you like as if he's saying "Don't angry lar".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he can throw tantrums too. If he is in a bad mood, he will look away even if you're talking to him. Once, he wanted dessert (his fruits) even before he finish his dinner, but I told him no. He just sat in front of his bowl, staring at me. Then, when I said "Finish your food first!", he hissed and turned around to face the wall, retaliating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among the favourite things he loves to do is sing, playing with his toys and kissing his mummy. He loves sleeping on our beds, but I try not to spoil him so I make sure he sleeps on his own bed. He also does yoga poses to stretch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9OYeu0_76wg/Tfo910Leg5I/AAAAAAAAA0s/OhBxkfIBAso/s1600/image-763596.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9OYeu0_76wg/Tfo910Leg5I/AAAAAAAAA0s/OhBxkfIBAso/s320/image-763596.jpeg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618871479847256978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Look ma, I'm gonna be a break dancer some day!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wO8eSexTyY0/Tfo92Fh4hYI/AAAAAAAAA00/pcBW6K1Ya_M/s1600/image-764440.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wO8eSexTyY0/Tfo92Fh4hYI/AAAAAAAAA00/pcBW6K1Ya_M/s320/image-764440.jpeg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618871484504638850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't he the sweetest, cutest thing in the world??? I can't imagine how people can mistreat their pets. Mine is living his life like a prince! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IASAHeMgb9k/Tfo92lo_v3I/AAAAAAAAA08/bK4iOd8mdH4/s1600/image-765873.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IASAHeMgb9k/Tfo92lo_v3I/AAAAAAAAA08/bK4iOd8mdH4/s320/image-765873.jpeg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618871493124407154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is the best gift in the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8575398163730321587-5608745994801326478?l=missdontknowitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/feeds/5608745994801326478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8575398163730321587&amp;postID=5608745994801326478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/5608745994801326478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/5608745994801326478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/2011/06/he-is-my-hairy-little-baby-boy.html' title='He is my hairy little baby boy...'/><author><name>Evelyn Hong a.k.a. Chubbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09445874981939898549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fNvdfCfHTn0/TjDwUrrsabI/AAAAAAAAA18/FsdhdIaNL_8/s220/PP.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IzxJjKVmtQo/Tfo91dWDKDI/AAAAAAAAA0c/RtBeRkngx_A/s72-c/image-760597.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575398163730321587.post-8631295203986652588</id><published>2011-06-16T19:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T19:30:31.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meant to be ignored</title><content type='html'>A scam email that I received:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Friend,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;An honest person is needed. My name is Dong Jeung Kim citizen of South Korea. A resident of London due to the present economic crises affecting foreign investors presently in UK. I decided to relocate to your country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got your contacts through my personal research and out of desperation. I deal on crude oil, I decided to reach you through this medium because of the nature of this very business transaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have £36 759 000.00 British Pounds for investment purpose. I want you to receive this fund on my behalf and invest on a profitable business venture on an agreed terms. If you are interested I will offer you 35% of £36 759 000.00 British Pounds. please get back to me with the following details.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;A. Beneficiary name and mailing address, in order for me to prepare the document for transfer of the funds in your name.&lt;br /&gt;B. Direct Telephone.&lt;br /&gt;C. Age and occupation.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Upon your response, I shall then provide you with more details. The business transaction must be kept top secret for security reasons.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;Dong Jeung Kim&lt;br /&gt;Tel/fax +442 392 560 940&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no such thing as a "free lunch", even if this is not a scam. Closest I'll get is lottery, and that also I'll have to fork out RM1.00. I can't imagine people who will fall for this trick, but sometimes I don't blame them either. They were probably caught off guard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8575398163730321587-8631295203986652588?l=missdontknowitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/feeds/8631295203986652588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8575398163730321587&amp;postID=8631295203986652588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/8631295203986652588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/8631295203986652588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/2011/06/meant-to-be-ignored.html' title='Meant to be ignored'/><author><name>Evelyn Hong a.k.a. Chubbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09445874981939898549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fNvdfCfHTn0/TjDwUrrsabI/AAAAAAAAA18/FsdhdIaNL_8/s220/PP.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575398163730321587.post-7258986974635268978</id><published>2011-06-15T02:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T02:21:22.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired, sleepy, exhausted (physically and mentally), restless, anxious, a little scared, now I'm no longer sleepy...... (summing up my feeling at this one point)</title><content type='html'>Today I had the most eventful day. I had a whole day of tiring and stressful interview (6 hours in total), and a happening and most memorable birthday dinner at Tao or Taos in Sunway Giza (hehe can't really remember the name). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I would definitely remember today because of this simple sentence that will crack me up anytime! "Sorry sir... this is mine~" HAHAHAHAHA!! Thank you Wern Sern!! May god bless you, I don't know how, but hopefully he will. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My interview was ok, I don't want to put my hopes too high but there's such a high level of expectation for me to nail this, makes my heart beat irregularly. Feels like I'm out of breath. And I'm not the only one. My sister is too! "Today, I felt like a mother sending her 7 year old kid to her first day of school. NOW, I feel like an anxious mother waiting for her kid's first test results". Haha yea she is definitely nervous. So cute! But now I feel like as though I've jinxed it. I hate that feeling, I hate it more when I think I did my best, but I just hit rock bottom when I don't get it. Fingers crossed! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute little joey snoring...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8575398163730321587-7258986974635268978?l=missdontknowitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/feeds/7258986974635268978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8575398163730321587&amp;postID=7258986974635268978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/7258986974635268978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/7258986974635268978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/2011/06/tired-sleepy-exhausted-physically-and.html' title='Tired, sleepy, exhausted (physically and mentally), restless, anxious, a little scared, now I&apos;m no longer sleepy...... (summing up my feeling at this one point)'/><author><name>Evelyn Hong a.k.a. Chubbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09445874981939898549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fNvdfCfHTn0/TjDwUrrsabI/AAAAAAAAA18/FsdhdIaNL_8/s220/PP.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575398163730321587.post-6499133878277839931</id><published>2011-06-12T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T20:44:31.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stress mess!</title><content type='html'>Have a super super important interview this coming Tues in Mutiara Damansara, and I hope I can nail it. Omg! I'm so stressed out I'm worried I blank out :S I already did all the research on FMCG, how it works, marketing, branding, competitors, EVERYTHING!! *phew*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, I'm back at my mum's hometown with Mike, which happens to be his father's hometown (well practically it's both our hometowns as we come here quite often) but this is our first time here together coz we were never here at the same time to celebrate CNY. I love road trips, but 8 hours drive can be tiring....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8575398163730321587-6499133878277839931?l=missdontknowitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/feeds/6499133878277839931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8575398163730321587&amp;postID=6499133878277839931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/6499133878277839931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/6499133878277839931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/2011/06/stress-mess.html' title='Stress mess!'/><author><name>Evelyn Hong a.k.a. Chubbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09445874981939898549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fNvdfCfHTn0/TjDwUrrsabI/AAAAAAAAA18/FsdhdIaNL_8/s220/PP.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575398163730321587.post-1265350764594231668</id><published>2011-06-10T01:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T01:19:37.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>From London/Paris with love</title><content type='html'>These are some of the things I got :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NhxE4wzVqOU/TfD_Q9pOxwI/AAAAAAAAA0E/D_2d5OihERE/s1600/image-718623.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NhxE4wzVqOU/TfD_Q9pOxwI/AAAAAAAAA0E/D_2d5OihERE/s320/image-718623.jpeg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616269402221496066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Prada!! Love love love!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EJ6V1E1fWJ4/TfD_ROOySuI/AAAAAAAAA0M/YlkfxMEI5fo/s1600/image-719912.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EJ6V1E1fWJ4/TfD_ROOySuI/AAAAAAAAA0M/YlkfxMEI5fo/s320/image-719912.jpeg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616269406673980130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Kors!!!!! OMG!!! 2 dresses already cost my parents RM2000!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-54J4Ktk0Ld4/TfD_Rc94JTI/AAAAAAAAA0U/W69UyO4CEgw/s1600/image-721164.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-54J4Ktk0Ld4/TfD_Rc94JTI/AAAAAAAAA0U/W69UyO4CEgw/s320/image-721164.jpeg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616269410629592370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Tommy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, thanks mum &amp; dad for all the goodies! I know the family trip wasn't complete without me but I'm glad you all had a great time, especially the shopping :D but if I did go, Imma burn your pockets dry, dad! Next time ok? We go Italy!! Then LA again, yea??? *twinkles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for the pics. It's not like anyone is gonna see this, so don't need that many. And it's the only place I can upload, I don't want some divas getting jealous when they see this on Facebook so I've locked my album in FB. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Til then, toodles!~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8575398163730321587-1265350764594231668?l=missdontknowitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/feeds/1265350764594231668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8575398163730321587&amp;postID=1265350764594231668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/1265350764594231668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/1265350764594231668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/2011/06/from-londonparis-with-love.html' title='From London/Paris with love'/><author><name>Evelyn Hong a.k.a. Chubbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09445874981939898549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fNvdfCfHTn0/TjDwUrrsabI/AAAAAAAAA18/FsdhdIaNL_8/s220/PP.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NhxE4wzVqOU/TfD_Q9pOxwI/AAAAAAAAA0E/D_2d5OihERE/s72-c/image-718623.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575398163730321587.post-4101623042828535996</id><published>2011-06-09T12:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T12:22:32.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It works!!</title><content type='html'>Finally I can post pictures from my phone through email and add more colours to this blog. Now I can actually say Happy Reading!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8575398163730321587-4101623042828535996?l=missdontknowitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/feeds/4101623042828535996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8575398163730321587&amp;postID=4101623042828535996' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/4101623042828535996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/4101623042828535996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/2011/06/it-works.html' title='It works!!'/><author><name>Evelyn Hong a.k.a. Chubbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09445874981939898549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fNvdfCfHTn0/TjDwUrrsabI/AAAAAAAAA18/FsdhdIaNL_8/s220/PP.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575398163730321587.post-476441556921724339</id><published>2011-06-09T12:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T12:20:16.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Testing testing</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OWeQAWT4Nk0/TfBKASOtFXI/AAAAAAAAAz8/NpoXp2B_yzA/s1600/image-716879.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OWeQAWT4Nk0/TfBKASOtFXI/AAAAAAAAAz8/NpoXp2B_yzA/s320/image-716879.jpeg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616070104084977010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Trying out the mobile blogging thing :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8575398163730321587-476441556921724339?l=missdontknowitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/feeds/476441556921724339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8575398163730321587&amp;postID=476441556921724339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/476441556921724339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/476441556921724339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/2011/06/testing-testing_09.html' title='Testing testing'/><author><name>Evelyn Hong a.k.a. Chubbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09445874981939898549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fNvdfCfHTn0/TjDwUrrsabI/AAAAAAAAA18/FsdhdIaNL_8/s220/PP.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OWeQAWT4Nk0/TfBKASOtFXI/AAAAAAAAAz8/NpoXp2B_yzA/s72-c/image-716879.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575398163730321587.post-3065977106524298689</id><published>2011-06-09T12:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T12:18:45.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Testing testing</title><content type='html'>Hello!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8575398163730321587-3065977106524298689?l=missdontknowitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/feeds/3065977106524298689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8575398163730321587&amp;postID=3065977106524298689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/3065977106524298689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/3065977106524298689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/2011/06/testing-testing.html' title='Testing testing'/><author><name>Evelyn Hong a.k.a. Chubbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09445874981939898549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fNvdfCfHTn0/TjDwUrrsabI/AAAAAAAAA18/FsdhdIaNL_8/s220/PP.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575398163730321587.post-4578182334783806383</id><published>2011-06-02T10:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T10:57:11.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today I don't feel like doing anything....</title><content type='html'>I just love falling asleep in a big white bed, thick cover, in a really cold room with Mike. Feels so snuggly. Woke up early this morning around 6am to FaceTime with my family. It seems that they are enjoying their trip. My sisters were so excited to show me what they bought. I'm surprised that Mike still can sleep through all the shouting and laughter from my mum and sisters. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny thing about this morning's FaceTime was my dad was modelling MY dress while he wasn't wearing any pants. Hahaha! Anyways they are going off to Paris soon. It's what they have been waiting for. More shopping!!! :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for Mike to be home so we can cuddle!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8575398163730321587-4578182334783806383?l=missdontknowitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/feeds/4578182334783806383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8575398163730321587&amp;postID=4578182334783806383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/4578182334783806383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/4578182334783806383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-just-love-falling-asleep-in-big-white.html' title='Today I don&apos;t feel like doing anything....'/><author><name>Evelyn Hong a.k.a. Chubbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09445874981939898549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fNvdfCfHTn0/TjDwUrrsabI/AAAAAAAAA18/FsdhdIaNL_8/s220/PP.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575398163730321587.post-1865583358548958543</id><published>2011-05-31T11:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T11:54:26.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not so desperate housewife</title><content type='html'>Living a life almost like a married couple for the week. I would make breakfast while bringing my little Joey to the toilet for pee pee. Then, wave and kiss him goodbye when he drives out to work. I would cook dinner, and when he reaches home he would jokingly yell out "Honey, I'm home!". After everything is clean and tidy, we would head up to the comfy king bed to watch tv until we fall asleep. Sounds familiar, no? :) preparing for my second dinner tonight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8575398163730321587-1865583358548958543?l=missdontknowitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/feeds/1865583358548958543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8575398163730321587&amp;postID=1865583358548958543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/1865583358548958543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/1865583358548958543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/2011/05/not-so-desperate-housewife.html' title='Not so desperate housewife'/><author><name>Evelyn Hong a.k.a. Chubbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09445874981939898549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fNvdfCfHTn0/TjDwUrrsabI/AAAAAAAAA18/FsdhdIaNL_8/s220/PP.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575398163730321587.post-7030028357900676162</id><published>2011-05-27T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T00:33:53.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm so gonna miss the craziness!</title><content type='html'>*cries hysterically* I'm missing out on the biggest, most awesome family vacation of the century!!! London and Paris!!! It's hard to get some time from my dad to go on a family vacation, and I'm missing out!! But I feel bad if I go too for I'm not working :( *boohoo*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can't wait for all the goodies they are gonna get me! Whee!!! Plus, Mike will be accompanying me day and night :D yeay!! But then again, it's London and Paris. Thank god they did not add Italy into the itinerary coz my dad has to rush back for a business trip, or else I'll die!!! :( Boohoo... I'm missing out on my family vacation :( Enjoy yourselves on behalf of me. I'll soon place my mark there!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8575398163730321587-7030028357900676162?l=missdontknowitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/feeds/7030028357900676162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8575398163730321587&amp;postID=7030028357900676162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/7030028357900676162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/7030028357900676162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/2011/05/im-so-gonna-miss-craziness.html' title='I&apos;m so gonna miss the craziness!'/><author><name>Evelyn Hong a.k.a. Chubbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09445874981939898549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fNvdfCfHTn0/TjDwUrrsabI/AAAAAAAAA18/FsdhdIaNL_8/s220/PP.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575398163730321587.post-3736801646917660717</id><published>2011-05-23T14:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T14:50:12.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You've got to see what tomorrow brings...</title><content type='html'>I love cooking, and the next two weeks will give me an opportunity to cook every night. Will have to drop by Cold Storage to stock up on my favourite ingredients. I wonder what kind of recipes I will cook up. I love creating my own recipes or customising recipes :) need to eat more too as I've been losing weight these days :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, time alone will help me think... Btw I can't wait to see it!!! It will definitely make my day!! Whoopee!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8575398163730321587-3736801646917660717?l=missdontknowitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/feeds/3736801646917660717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8575398163730321587&amp;postID=3736801646917660717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/3736801646917660717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/3736801646917660717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/2011/05/youve-got-to-see-what-tomorrow-brings.html' title='You&apos;ve got to see what tomorrow brings...'/><author><name>Evelyn Hong a.k.a. Chubbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09445874981939898549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fNvdfCfHTn0/TjDwUrrsabI/AAAAAAAAA18/FsdhdIaNL_8/s220/PP.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575398163730321587.post-2658844973553196140</id><published>2011-05-22T02:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T02:02:06.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For a loving person to shy away from love, I have met my kryptonite...</title><content type='html'>It is the fear of being disappointed again. For some, it could be the fear of being rejected as well. But I fear letting something go that deep, deep down in my heart, I want it to work. I don't want to have to look back and wonder, would we still be together if we muddled through those little issues. That's a sign of regret, and I hate to regret and try avoiding it. At this moment, I'm pretty lost...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8575398163730321587-2658844973553196140?l=missdontknowitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/feeds/2658844973553196140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8575398163730321587&amp;postID=2658844973553196140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/2658844973553196140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/2658844973553196140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/2011/05/for-loving-person-to-shy-away-from-love.html' title='For a loving person to shy away from love, I have met my kryptonite...'/><author><name>Evelyn Hong a.k.a. Chubbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09445874981939898549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fNvdfCfHTn0/TjDwUrrsabI/AAAAAAAAA18/FsdhdIaNL_8/s220/PP.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575398163730321587.post-5237335495255969403</id><published>2011-05-20T07:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T07:17:20.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Could it be?</title><content type='html'>This could be it. Never thought the time would ever come but I just can say I did my best. I saw it coming anyways. I was always alone inside...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8575398163730321587-5237335495255969403?l=missdontknowitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/feeds/5237335495255969403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8575398163730321587&amp;postID=5237335495255969403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/5237335495255969403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/5237335495255969403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/2011/05/could-it-be.html' title='Could it be?'/><author><name>Evelyn Hong a.k.a. Chubbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09445874981939898549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fNvdfCfHTn0/TjDwUrrsabI/AAAAAAAAA18/FsdhdIaNL_8/s220/PP.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575398163730321587.post-6451808810768119892</id><published>2011-05-19T11:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T11:28:54.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting it right...</title><content type='html'>Lately I've been constantly thinking about what I've become and how I got here. My past relationships definitely played a huge role in shaping me, all in a good way. Although most of them didn't end well, but each time I learnt something about myself. But it kinda makes me wonder, was it my fault that screw up my relationships?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first relationship in highschool had a terrible ending, something that still hurts when I think about it till today. But I had that thought in my head that it was all my fault. I was immature, clingy, sensitive etc. All the bad and no good about myself. But I've learnt so much from it which I think helped my current relationship. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a better person now, I feel I'm so much more considerate and understanding, no longer clingy, I keep the things he hates to hear to myself, I don't yell when I'm upset, and I don't merajuk that long anymore. But somehow, being a better person for him gives him the opportunity to take me for granted, ignore my feelings and sometimes make me feel like the smallest person in the world. Isn't it enough, what I've done? What else can I do when my good isn't good enough? How many times will it take to get it right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8575398163730321587-6451808810768119892?l=missdontknowitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/feeds/6451808810768119892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8575398163730321587&amp;postID=6451808810768119892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/6451808810768119892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/6451808810768119892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/2011/05/getting-it-right.html' title='Getting it right...'/><author><name>Evelyn Hong a.k.a. Chubbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09445874981939898549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fNvdfCfHTn0/TjDwUrrsabI/AAAAAAAAA18/FsdhdIaNL_8/s220/PP.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575398163730321587.post-8840211866246295620</id><published>2011-05-13T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T04:31:08.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing to describe it</title><content type='html'>Pardon my previous post for I was, or rather I still am outraged by the acts of the students towards another human being. I can easily get worked up over animal abuse, what more when it comes to human beings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all made mistakes when we were little, but with these mistakes come great lessons. We are fortunate that we came from a generation that one parent, usually the mother, is home to give us guidance and keep an eye on us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I don't think 14-days suspension would be enough... I can't suggest how else these kids should receive punishment as this matter should be handled with great care as any punishment may backfire and cause the kids to be more rebellious than before. Still, my heart is filled with disgust for these kids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8575398163730321587-8840211866246295620?l=missdontknowitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/feeds/8840211866246295620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8575398163730321587&amp;postID=8840211866246295620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/8840211866246295620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/8840211866246295620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/2011/05/nothing-to-describe-it.html' title='Nothing to describe it'/><author><name>Evelyn Hong a.k.a. Chubbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09445874981939898549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fNvdfCfHTn0/TjDwUrrsabI/AAAAAAAAA18/FsdhdIaNL_8/s220/PP.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575398163730321587.post-4662882223165864246</id><published>2011-05-10T01:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T01:33:32.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What these kids have become...</title><content type='html'>If you haven't already heard, the violent bully that went on in SMK Raja Abdullah is unacceptable. Furthermore, these kids are stupid, and I mean really STUPID, to take a video of their inhumane act. Imagine other cases that go by without public knowledge. This is such a serious matter!!! Where do such little monsters come from??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I teared watching the video of a helpless little girl being harmed. If she is my own daughter or my younger sis (who btw just graduated from secondary school), I would hunt those children down and harm them just the way they did it. But that would just make me one of them, a monster! The world can be so cruel and unfair sometimes! I am a very passionate person, I can't stand the sight of disabled or unfortunate people because they make me cry and wonder why was I born with everything, when they have nothing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe parents play an important role here, and I believe that the kids' parents are at fault too. With working parents society, there isn't much time spent educating these children of moral values. Don't have kids if you have no moral sense whatsoever, you're not making the world a better place and your kids are rotten future leaders!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, rehabilitation is not enough to punish these kids! Do you know what kind of psychological damage you have done to the poor girl??! Ughhhhh I am disgusted and angry that they even thought it was funny!!! If you can't repent and learn from this, you might as well go to hell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the articles from The Star Online:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2011/5/8/nation/8642038&amp;sec=nation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2011/5/9/nation/8644087&amp;sec=nation&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8575398163730321587-4662882223165864246?l=missdontknowitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/feeds/4662882223165864246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8575398163730321587&amp;postID=4662882223165864246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/4662882223165864246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/4662882223165864246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/2011/05/what-these-kids-have-become.html' title='What these kids have become...'/><author><name>Evelyn Hong a.k.a. Chubbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09445874981939898549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fNvdfCfHTn0/TjDwUrrsabI/AAAAAAAAA18/FsdhdIaNL_8/s220/PP.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575398163730321587.post-8698202278002324563</id><published>2011-05-09T18:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T18:10:55.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tweeting away....</title><content type='html'>I'm finally on Twitter!! Follow me @ChiewNeeHong!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8575398163730321587-8698202278002324563?l=missdontknowitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/feeds/8698202278002324563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8575398163730321587&amp;postID=8698202278002324563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/8698202278002324563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/8698202278002324563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/2011/05/tweeting-away.html' title='Tweeting away....'/><author><name>Evelyn Hong a.k.a. Chubbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09445874981939898549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fNvdfCfHTn0/TjDwUrrsabI/AAAAAAAAA18/FsdhdIaNL_8/s220/PP.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575398163730321587.post-6491406419049194186</id><published>2011-05-05T15:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T15:38:40.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movies that touched my heart</title><content type='html'>"A Walk To Remember", "Marley &amp; Me" and "Seven Pounds" always make me tear. Everyone surely has a movie that can be related to their lives or touched their hearts, and I wonder what they are...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8575398163730321587-6491406419049194186?l=missdontknowitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/feeds/6491406419049194186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8575398163730321587&amp;postID=6491406419049194186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/6491406419049194186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/6491406419049194186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/2011/05/movies-that-touched-my-heart.html' title='Movies that touched my heart'/><author><name>Evelyn Hong a.k.a. Chubbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09445874981939898549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fNvdfCfHTn0/TjDwUrrsabI/AAAAAAAAA18/FsdhdIaNL_8/s220/PP.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575398163730321587.post-8010530802946794106</id><published>2011-04-29T11:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T11:53:37.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't hide behind the veil of 1Malaysia, I'm sick of hearing it!!</title><content type='html'>The article below is just a part of an article posted on Malaysia Kini webpage which I'm not a subscriber hence not the full version. This article is about the 1Malaysia email project. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;DAP mendakwa apa yang telah berlaku menunjukkan projek emel 1Malaysia jelas merupakan satu percubaan untuk mendapatkan wang daripada satu proses yang sepatutnya percuma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setiausaha publisitinya, Tony Pua berkata kini sudah jelas bahawa penyedia perkhidmatan tersebut - Tricubes Bhd - akan mengautkan keuntungan besar daripada skim tersebut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ini kerana syarikat itu akan mengenakan bayaran RM0.50 ke atas agensi-agensi kerajaan bagi setiap transaksi emel - bercanggah dengan kenyatan awal Perdana Menteri, Datuk Seri Najib Tun Razak bahawa kerajaan tidak perlu membayar apa-apa untuk projek tersebut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ini akan mengakibatkan berjuta-juta dibelanjakan oleh setiap agensi kerajaan sekiranya mereka menghantar satu emel sahaja kepada jangkaan 15 juta pengguna," kata Pua dalam satu kenyataan hari ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pua mendakwa pentadbiran Najib ada kaitan dengan rancangan tersebut kerana ia adalah sebahagian daripada pelan transformasi ekonomi dan Malaysia Venture Capital itu (Mavcap) - milik penuh kementerian kewangan - adalah pelabur dalam Tricubes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kekeliruan yang melucukan itu, katanya, ditambah pula dengan Mavcap yang serta-merta membuat satu penafian secara tidak langsung yang pelaburan adalah untuk projek emel 1Malaysia, tetapi sebaliknya adalah satu lagi anak syarikat Tricubes - Tam Tam Sdn Bhd - yang terbabit dengan penjualan bergerak produk automasi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oleh kerana keseluruhan skim itu telah didedahkan, Pua berkata, Najib seharusnya tidak lagi senp tentang kontroversi tersebut dan menghentikan segera projek itu bagi mengelak agensi-agensi kerajaan membuat bayaran yang sedemikian tinggi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebaliknya, kata beliau, Najib hendaklah mengarahkan agensi kerajaan yang berminat menyediakan komunikasi elektronik untuk bil dan kenyataan, meminta orang ramai menyediakan emel mereka sendiri, sama ada Gmail, Yahoo!Mel, Hotmail atau penyedia emel komunikasi seumpama itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dengan berbuat demikian, agensi-agensi kerajaan boleh berkomunikasi dengan rakyat Malaysia dengan menghantar emel tanpa sebarang kos.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In light of this, the government or the PM did mention that this project would not cost anything but what he meant was it won't "cost" the people DIRECTLY. And I presume the government's money just appear out of nowhere?? Come on, Najib.... like seriously???? Put an end to this!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8575398163730321587-8010530802946794106?l=missdontknowitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/feeds/8010530802946794106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8575398163730321587&amp;postID=8010530802946794106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/8010530802946794106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/8010530802946794106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/2011/04/article-below-is-just-part-of-article.html' title='Don&apos;t hide behind the veil of 1Malaysia, I&apos;m sick of hearing it!!'/><author><name>Evelyn Hong a.k.a. Chubbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09445874981939898549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fNvdfCfHTn0/TjDwUrrsabI/AAAAAAAAA18/FsdhdIaNL_8/s220/PP.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575398163730321587.post-3395060908684588485</id><published>2011-04-25T01:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T01:45:43.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And he hugs me to sleep...</title><content type='html'>I fell ill during the weekend, though I sucked it up on Sat and accompanied Mike to do some shopping in 1U. I'm the kind of person who refuses to see a doctor or take any medication because I believe those things cause our immune system to be just a little bit weaker. Also, I hate staying in bed because it makes me feel sick even more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I need was some tender loving care by Mike. I love it when he gets all lovey dovey, and he doesn't mind when I become a little &lt;i&gt;manja&lt;/i&gt;, in fact he loves it. While I rested with a wet towel on my forehead playing Infinity Blade on my phone, he hugged me when he watched a movie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part about him is that he always kisses my head and hugs me really tightly to sleep at night, that sometimes I pull away because I'm stuck between his rock boobs that I can't breathe hahaha! Ahh... He is such a gem!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Btw do you know his boobs do those dance thingy that muscular guys can do with their chest??&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8575398163730321587-3395060908684588485?l=missdontknowitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/feeds/3395060908684588485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8575398163730321587&amp;postID=3395060908684588485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/3395060908684588485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/3395060908684588485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/2011/04/and-he-hugs-me-to-sleep.html' title='And he hugs me to sleep...'/><author><name>Evelyn Hong a.k.a. Chubbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09445874981939898549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fNvdfCfHTn0/TjDwUrrsabI/AAAAAAAAA18/FsdhdIaNL_8/s220/PP.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575398163730321587.post-6564272548299563497</id><published>2011-04-22T12:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T12:35:15.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Strangers, again</title><content type='html'>A 16 minutes and 20 seconds video called "Strangers, Again" by WongFuProductions is a very meaningful short film, something we all go through at least once in our life. Go check it out in YouTube. Kudos to the Wong Fu Production! You guys made such an incredible short film and the cinematography was great! Will be looking forward to more great films, hopefully romance blockbusters in future!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8575398163730321587-6564272548299563497?l=missdontknowitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/feeds/6564272548299563497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8575398163730321587&amp;postID=6564272548299563497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/6564272548299563497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/6564272548299563497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/2011/04/strangers-again.html' title='Strangers, again'/><author><name>Evelyn Hong a.k.a. Chubbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09445874981939898549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fNvdfCfHTn0/TjDwUrrsabI/AAAAAAAAA18/FsdhdIaNL_8/s220/PP.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575398163730321587.post-4064769594861367342</id><published>2011-04-21T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T00:16:50.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just tell me that you love me....</title><content type='html'>If you do... Don't hurt me if you don't...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8575398163730321587-4064769594861367342?l=missdontknowitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/feeds/4064769594861367342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8575398163730321587&amp;postID=4064769594861367342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/4064769594861367342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/4064769594861367342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/2011/04/just-tell-me-that-you-love-me.html' title='Just tell me that you love me....'/><author><name>Evelyn Hong a.k.a. Chubbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09445874981939898549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fNvdfCfHTn0/TjDwUrrsabI/AAAAAAAAA18/FsdhdIaNL_8/s220/PP.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575398163730321587.post-4640658471270419767</id><published>2011-04-20T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T20:48:42.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The past comes to haunt...</title><content type='html'>Mike and his colleagues are going out for a drink later and I can't help but remember the accident he had. Neither do I want to go along and be his designated driver because it's the only time he can have his boys night out. Hmm... Everytime when he asks me if he can go out to have drinks with his buddies, I get worried if he goes, but at the same time I want him to let loose. All I can do now is wait and hope for his safety...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8575398163730321587-4640658471270419767?l=missdontknowitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/feeds/4640658471270419767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8575398163730321587&amp;postID=4640658471270419767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/4640658471270419767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/4640658471270419767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/2011/04/past-comes-to-haunt.html' title='The past comes to haunt...'/><author><name>Evelyn Hong a.k.a. Chubbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09445874981939898549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fNvdfCfHTn0/TjDwUrrsabI/AAAAAAAAA18/FsdhdIaNL_8/s220/PP.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575398163730321587.post-4624665615962290710</id><published>2011-04-20T05:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T05:23:48.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain rain go away....</title><content type='html'>As much as I love rain while I'm asleep (who doesn't), I just wished NOW that it will go away. Joey hates the heavy rain because the thunder scares him. Even though his bed has that protected kind of feeling (because it has a nice little cover like a baby carriage), when the rain comes, here it goes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He will start crying, wanting his mummy to pick him up and sleep by my side, but I bought that bed for the purpose that I can train him to be independent and hide in his blanket when the rain comes. He would walk around my room crying and stand by my bed. It's kinda freaky, because when there is a lightning, and I turn to the side of my bed, I can see a little head pop up in the light. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this time, I had no choice. When I looked down, he kept licking his nose, a sign of anxiety. So with mummy's lift up to the bed, little baby quickly dug his head into my arms under the blanket and hide. I could tell he was grateful by the way he was constantly licking my face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm in for a sleepless night again, because I need to put him to sleep before I can carry him to his bed. All thanks to the rain that was supposed to give me a good night's rest. And it was 5am when I carried him up, and he's still not asleep!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8575398163730321587-4624665615962290710?l=missdontknowitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/feeds/4624665615962290710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8575398163730321587&amp;postID=4624665615962290710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/4624665615962290710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/4624665615962290710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/2011/04/rain-rain-go-away.html' title='Rain rain go away....'/><author><name>Evelyn Hong a.k.a. Chubbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09445874981939898549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fNvdfCfHTn0/TjDwUrrsabI/AAAAAAAAA18/FsdhdIaNL_8/s220/PP.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575398163730321587.post-6604815321565637264</id><published>2011-04-20T00:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T01:12:42.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a hard day's night... [The Beatles]</title><content type='html'>When you're back home from work, tired from your hard day's night working like a dog (as the Beatles said it), wouldn't it be nice to have a good massage? I know I would love one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, I eased Mike's hard day's night. You know, his body is hard as a rock and thick with muscle, it's kinda hard to give a back rub with my little hands and very fragile wrists that I can't put pressure on. But, seeing him enjoy every bit of it makes me feel happy inside because I know he'll be itching to come home every night to get a good massage and cuddle in front of the tv while I attend to his every needs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In return, I get lots of love, hugs and lots of kisses... because I put him at ease. It is happiness that is sealed with a kiss, and if that's what makes him happy, I don't mind doing it every night. Besides, who wouldn't appreciate a massage right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Btw, can I not be Evelyn for once?? I don't really fancy that name but just had to use it because people find my Chinese name hard to remember, and my parents named me that. Can't I be LeighAnne or something like that??&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8575398163730321587-6604815321565637264?l=missdontknowitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/feeds/6604815321565637264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8575398163730321587&amp;postID=6604815321565637264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/6604815321565637264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/6604815321565637264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/2011/04/its-been-hard-days-night-beatles.html' title='It&apos;s been a hard day&apos;s night... [The Beatles]'/><author><name>Evelyn Hong a.k.a. Chubbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09445874981939898549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fNvdfCfHTn0/TjDwUrrsabI/AAAAAAAAA18/FsdhdIaNL_8/s220/PP.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575398163730321587.post-5954031810606829452</id><published>2011-04-18T22:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T00:31:14.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Absence makes the heart grow fonder?</title><content type='html'>I don't think so. At least not for me. Unless I've been with that person for years, then yes. Absence creates this emptiness, like you have lost something inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit I can be quite attached to one person and if I don't see him for too long, I will start to forget the feeling of being loved, kissed or hugged. I guess I was pampered by Mike as he always creates time for me. The longest I've been away from him was 6 days, when I was away in Hong Kong. On other days, our time apart was usually 3 days on average. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first symptom is usually forgetting how the person looks like, then how he sounds like... That's why long distance relationship hardly ever works for me, ever... Give me a week, two weeks max for the absence to start kicking in...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8575398163730321587-5954031810606829452?l=missdontknowitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/feeds/5954031810606829452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8575398163730321587&amp;postID=5954031810606829452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/5954031810606829452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/5954031810606829452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/2011/04/absence-makes-heart-grow-fonder.html' title='Absence makes the heart grow fonder?'/><author><name>Evelyn Hong a.k.a. Chubbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09445874981939898549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fNvdfCfHTn0/TjDwUrrsabI/AAAAAAAAA18/FsdhdIaNL_8/s220/PP.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575398163730321587.post-1680792137059402303</id><published>2011-04-18T12:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T12:13:45.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ohhh dear....</title><content type='html'>I just realised that my blog is super ugly on desktop than it is already viewing from my phone. The worst part is, somehow I kinda forgot how to customise the blog and the settings are different that I really don't know how to navigate around it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so ugly!!! :( Please don't view it from the com :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8575398163730321587-1680792137059402303?l=missdontknowitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/feeds/1680792137059402303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8575398163730321587&amp;postID=1680792137059402303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/1680792137059402303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/1680792137059402303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/2011/04/ohhh-dear.html' title='Ohhh dear....'/><author><name>Evelyn Hong a.k.a. Chubbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09445874981939898549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fNvdfCfHTn0/TjDwUrrsabI/AAAAAAAAA18/FsdhdIaNL_8/s220/PP.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575398163730321587.post-5124085521260552422</id><published>2011-04-16T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T20:22:55.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Polo - powerful</title><content type='html'>A few posts ago I mentioned that Mike got into an accident, and with that accident, comes a new car. The Volkswagen Polo. Only at 1.2 litres, turbo-charged and light, the car scares the shit out of me when Mike is at the driver's seat. But I still prefer mi papi's Audi A4 :) Me want to sit in Lamborghini Gallardo Superleggera! V-10 power on a car made of lightweight carbon, spells AWESOME! Or R8 will do well too! :) Anyone want to take me for a ride???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8575398163730321587-5124085521260552422?l=missdontknowitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/feeds/5124085521260552422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8575398163730321587&amp;postID=5124085521260552422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/5124085521260552422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/5124085521260552422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/2011/04/polo-powerful.html' title='Polo - powerful'/><author><name>Evelyn Hong a.k.a. Chubbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09445874981939898549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fNvdfCfHTn0/TjDwUrrsabI/AAAAAAAAA18/FsdhdIaNL_8/s220/PP.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575398163730321587.post-2764263316577341986</id><published>2011-04-16T19:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T19:46:38.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep your breasts to yourself</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Below is an article posted in Roznama Janawi on padded bras. I don't know how to react to such article.... I really don't. Btw I'm too tired from walking around Midvalley so can't really come up with a proper post, so enjoy the below. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Padded Bras are Devil’s Cushions” says Council of Islamic Ideology&lt;br /&gt;Published on February 28, 2011 by Senior Reporter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lahore – The Council of Islamic Ideology met last night as scheduled in light of the protests held last month by JUI and other religious parties against the increasing import and eventual use of padded and colorful bras. The Council also invited shop owners who were in the business of importing and selling female underwear. The Council advised the shop owners to bring lingerie samples, so that the council could see about what the protesters were angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last month the protesters gathered outside an outlet inside Park Towers and occupied the entire floor and chanted slogans against padded bras. They asked the government to put a ban on the import and sale of padded, vibrant, colorful bras and demanded legislation that would outlaw the purchase of any underwear that is not white or beige colored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Padded bras are evil as they make the breasts look bigger and perky”, said one of the protesters. “Only devil women show off private parts. Muslim women should be as humble about them as they can. In fact they should be ashamed of their breasts, both of them.” Another protester said that the purpose of underwear is not to accentuate the curves. “…especially of a woman’s body the breast should not look like they belong to a non-virgin even if she happens to be married.” he added.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Those lacy bras? They are an abomination! Do you even know how they’re made? They’re made in China by underfed and underpaid children. That’s how they’re made.” said a placard that was held by a protester. They chanted slogans as the Mall security stood and watched helplessly while three female customers and two employees locked themselves inside the store. The third employee of the store who was on a break before the protest began, joined the protesters and was cheered up on by the crowd after she announced, “I will not wear these sinful, men-attracting padded bras that make my jugs look juicy.” She then ripped out her bra and threw it on the ground where the protesters stomped on it repeatedly. She was later thrown an abaya by someone in the crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the meeting of the Council was over, the recommendation was released to the media that says, “Padded bras are Devil’s cushions and he likes to rest of them. The Council of Islamic Ideology is recommending that Pakistani Muslim researchers should try to invent a bra that makes the female chest area unnoticeable.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zakir Naik, one of the leading Islamic scholars commented on the situation that if the Pakistani government approves of the funding grant for this research and if Pakistan is successful at making such a bra that makes the chest of women unnoticeable, Pakistan might become the biggest exporter for Shariah compliant underwear. He said that he’d personally sign and send the first of these Shariah-bra to Veena Malik and Ali Saleem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8575398163730321587-2764263316577341986?l=missdontknowitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/feeds/2764263316577341986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8575398163730321587&amp;postID=2764263316577341986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/2764263316577341986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/2764263316577341986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/2011/04/keep-your-breasts-to-yourself.html' title='Keep your breasts to yourself'/><author><name>Evelyn Hong a.k.a. Chubbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09445874981939898549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fNvdfCfHTn0/TjDwUrrsabI/AAAAAAAAA18/FsdhdIaNL_8/s220/PP.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575398163730321587.post-3590211551344195243</id><published>2011-04-15T14:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T14:44:33.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love you, not only for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you -Roy Croft-</title><content type='html'>I just had a pleasant surprise. Mike decided to take some time off his busy schedule to surprise me for lunch. What a coincidence that I'm home alone and had no lunch :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just realised that with his new haircut, he looks even more gangster than usual. He looks really fierce when he doesn't smile, but when he smiles, you just can't take him seriously. He is the kind of person that is very easy to get along with and he is super sociable. But he has a dark side too. Not only he can be overly aggressive, when he has a temper, he can go crazy. He has road rage too so if you see him driving, PLEASE don't offend him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, when we argue it can be a little crazy... but you must really know the secrets of handling him, and I know the secrets ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8575398163730321587-3590211551344195243?l=missdontknowitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/feeds/3590211551344195243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8575398163730321587&amp;postID=3590211551344195243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/3590211551344195243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/3590211551344195243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-love-you-not-only-for-what-you-are.html' title='I love you, not only for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you -Roy Croft-'/><author><name>Evelyn Hong a.k.a. Chubbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09445874981939898549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fNvdfCfHTn0/TjDwUrrsabI/AAAAAAAAA18/FsdhdIaNL_8/s220/PP.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575398163730321587.post-5462176149042141669</id><published>2011-04-14T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T22:59:07.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 100th post!! Dedicated to the family of TTDI!</title><content type='html'>I had the most wonderful time visiting my workplace, though there are some new faces... But I'm so glad I met you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My work is done, I think I have completed my handover so I won't be dropping by TTDI often anymore. Don't worry, next Wed I have ginrami session with PB so I will drop by the branch in the afternoon to catch up with you guys again ok??? I only managed to speak to so few of you today :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... "Smile and the world is yours" ... Sounds like someone I know who would say that. Nahhh, I don't think it is the one on my mind. Don't think he reads this blog, coz he is too busy having meetings or NR-ing me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8575398163730321587-5462176149042141669?l=missdontknowitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/feeds/5462176149042141669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8575398163730321587&amp;postID=5462176149042141669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/5462176149042141669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/5462176149042141669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-100th-post-dedicated-to-family-of.html' title='My 100th post!! Dedicated to the family of TTDI!'/><author><name>Evelyn Hong a.k.a. Chubbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09445874981939898549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fNvdfCfHTn0/TjDwUrrsabI/AAAAAAAAA18/FsdhdIaNL_8/s220/PP.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575398163730321587.post-260333837408474496</id><published>2011-04-13T18:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T18:41:11.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Coz when a heart breaks no it don't break even" - The Script 'Break Even'</title><content type='html'>He has been so busy with work lately that he barely has time for me. Probably I'm so free these days that I feel time flies a little slower. With work during the day and gym at night, I only see him for half an hour a day unlike the usual 2 hours plus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today, he promised me that he will be home early for me to massage him. I hope he keeps his promise....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's my 99th post!!! One more to the 100th! The next post shall be a good one!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8575398163730321587-260333837408474496?l=missdontknowitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/feeds/260333837408474496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8575398163730321587&amp;postID=260333837408474496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/260333837408474496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/260333837408474496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/2011/04/coz-when-heart-breaks-no-it-dont-break.html' title='&quot;Coz when a heart breaks no it don&apos;t break even&quot; - The Script &apos;Break Even&apos;'/><author><name>Evelyn Hong a.k.a. Chubbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09445874981939898549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fNvdfCfHTn0/TjDwUrrsabI/AAAAAAAAA18/FsdhdIaNL_8/s220/PP.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575398163730321587.post-2238064369614444946</id><published>2011-04-13T00:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T01:11:52.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're nothing short of my everything -Ralph Block-</title><content type='html'>Do you think that it's possible for a person to have so much love inside him/her? Well I do. Because I am that person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I hate the whole process of it. You know why? Phase 1, you're all nice with each other, romantically involved and always so loving that your heart skips a beat when he/she calls. Then, Phase 2 - the hard part, where true personality starts to show. Some bearable, others are not so, usually breaking up the relationship. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's why you call it a marriage right? Hahaha.... I am currently in the "marriage" phase of my relationship, where we know each other too well. I just love the courting process... where there are secret love notes hidden in my organiser, surprise flowers and pictures, Kit Kat Chunky hidden in my bag when I'm sad, or just "I'm thinking of you" text message.... We are just way past that and I miss it dearly.... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I constantly wonder, am I the only one here working hard to keep it alive? Am I the only one with the stamina who tries so hard to search for the spark even when it's dead obvious that it is a failure? Am I always only stuck in phase 1 when everyone moved to phase 2 and get so comfortable with each other?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I such a lover? I guess I'm just a romantic fool. I just have to accept that just because somebody doesn't love you the way you want them to, doesn't mean they don't love you with all they have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;There has been a melancholy mood in my recent posts. The pain is coming back again, more frequent than usual...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8575398163730321587-2238064369614444946?l=missdontknowitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/feeds/2238064369614444946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8575398163730321587&amp;postID=2238064369614444946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/2238064369614444946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/2238064369614444946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/2011/04/youre-nothing-short-of-my-everything.html' title='You&apos;re nothing short of my everything -Ralph Block-'/><author><name>Evelyn Hong a.k.a. Chubbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09445874981939898549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fNvdfCfHTn0/TjDwUrrsabI/AAAAAAAAA18/FsdhdIaNL_8/s220/PP.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575398163730321587.post-841762882680337472</id><published>2011-04-12T18:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T18:52:39.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When you spend too much time with "What If's", you stop living...</title><content type='html'>My previous boss gave me a couple of counselling sessions when I broke the news that I want to leave my job in January, in hopes that I would change my mind. But she told me this: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"As much as you love your job, are you happy? Are you satisfied?" I love what I do, connecting with customers but at some point, I feel pressured too, especially facing difficult customers. Sometimes I have to deal with issues of previous staffs or customers who were not informed of the investment products and the risks. I was ok at first, cleaning up the mess, but I knew it was a never-ending job. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between the pressure of achieving targets or handling difficult customers saying harsh things to you and yelling at you, I often go home feeling depressed because of the customers. Yes I know, I'm overly sensitive (OS).... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Nicole, thank you for the wise words and courage to let it go, to never ever forget what happiness means to us... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my job, but I wasn't happy.... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8575398163730321587-841762882680337472?l=missdontknowitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/feeds/841762882680337472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8575398163730321587&amp;postID=841762882680337472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/841762882680337472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/841762882680337472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/2011/04/when-you-spend-too-much-time-with-what.html' title='When you spend too much time with &quot;What If&apos;s&quot;, you stop living...'/><author><name>Evelyn Hong a.k.a. Chubbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09445874981939898549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fNvdfCfHTn0/TjDwUrrsabI/AAAAAAAAA18/FsdhdIaNL_8/s220/PP.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575398163730321587.post-5625506897221291538</id><published>2011-04-11T16:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T11:41:23.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What am I gonna do when the best part of me was always you...</title><content type='html'>Just got a call from someone who asked me "Have you been actively looking for a job yet?" It was something that I've put on hold for long enough :( I felt that I was comfortable with my previous job that I'm now afraid to start a new one. Sometimes I even wonder did I make a mistake leaving the company, but I assured myself that I need to push myself for something better instead of being complacent with what I had. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But leaving that job means leaving behind people that I cared. Sure I can easily make new ones, but the relationship is different. I even connected with my clients who were upset when they heard I was leaving and wanted to follow me if I moved to another company. Every now and then, I have the urge to go back to Taman Tun just to see them. I'm such a spoilt little girl :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your question would then be "Why leave before you find a better offer?" Firstly, I do not want to be in the banking line because I want to find something new. Second, I can't find a job at work because the computers are restricted from unauthorised websites. By the time I get home, I'm just too tired to go online and look for a job. And weekends are the only time I have that I just refused to think about work. Sometimes, I would take leaves to look for jobs... Hmm... But it's time to get serious again :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm sad.... Because of that phone call.... If the caller is reading this, you made me really sad :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8575398163730321587-5625506897221291538?l=missdontknowitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/feeds/5625506897221291538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8575398163730321587&amp;postID=5625506897221291538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/5625506897221291538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/5625506897221291538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/2011/04/what-am-i-gonna-do-when-best-part-of-me.html' title='What am I gonna do when the best part of me was always you...'/><author><name>Evelyn Hong a.k.a. Chubbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09445874981939898549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fNvdfCfHTn0/TjDwUrrsabI/AAAAAAAAA18/FsdhdIaNL_8/s220/PP.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575398163730321587.post-4209937246297171958</id><published>2011-04-11T13:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T13:02:34.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love to sing :)</title><content type='html'>With the recent earthquake in Japan, brought much attention to people that the 2012 myth could be true. Though it may not be so soon as 2012, but have you ever wonder what if? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did it come across your mind that what if a natural disaster, with a larger magnitude than the flash flood experienced in Johor during our recent CNY, happen to our entire nation? Something similar to the earthquake and tsunami in Japan? What will we do and how will we react? Will Rosmah once again make a brilliant statement? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many kinds of reaction that we can expect. Those with hearts filled with humility will be among the helpful ones. Some may turn selfish, hoarding on essential supplies more than necessary. As much as it is true, that there are indeed dark souls out there, I truly believe that when faced with adversity, deep down there are still some good in them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what about you? Will you donate all your wealth in times of need? Will you pursue what you always wanted to do? Will you start to appreciate the ones beside you? Will you finally tell the one you love what you feel? If you still have any of the above in mind, you better start now. Who knows.... it is happening really soon....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Love is as much of an object as an obsession, everybody wants it, everybody seeks it, but few ever achieve it, those who do will cherish it, be lost in it, and among all, never... never forget it. -Curtis Judalet-&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8575398163730321587-4209937246297171958?l=missdontknowitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/feeds/4209937246297171958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8575398163730321587&amp;postID=4209937246297171958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/4209937246297171958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/4209937246297171958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-love-to-sing.html' title='I love to sing :)'/><author><name>Evelyn Hong a.k.a. Chubbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09445874981939898549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fNvdfCfHTn0/TjDwUrrsabI/AAAAAAAAA18/FsdhdIaNL_8/s220/PP.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575398163730321587.post-1896050715181003144</id><published>2011-04-10T13:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T13:46:05.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Asian me, French me!</title><content type='html'>Ever ask someone what they think about you? Wern Sern started it all. I must say that I was pretty nervous finding out what they thought of me, because I can be a little quiet. Here are the things mentioned about me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Chew said he knew me even before he met me because he heard rumors in highschool from someone that I had the "hottest legs" (HAHAHA used to ok, but thank you thank you. You're far too kind)&lt;br /&gt;- I can be quite manly (adventurous but not a tomboy)&lt;br /&gt;- They see me as wifey and motherly (Of course! I love cooking and cleaning. Yesterday in the early morning , at 4am, I couldn't sleep so I decided to clean Mike's room ;P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, those were some of the good things. As for the negative ones, all came from my own bf. What a bitch! Haha he had his fair share of bad traits too! We had fun knowing what we thought of each other, since we've known each other for some time already. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a more relaxing day. I'm the barber for the day, giving Mike his haircut as usual. Scary isn't it to let your wife/gf cut your hair for you?? But I've been doing it for some time now and it saves money! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;And if it all falls apart, I will know deep in my heart, the only dream that mattered had come true. In this life, I was loved by you. - Colin Raye -&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8575398163730321587-1896050715181003144?l=missdontknowitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/feeds/1896050715181003144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8575398163730321587&amp;postID=1896050715181003144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/1896050715181003144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/1896050715181003144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/2011/04/ever-asked-someone-what-they-think.html' title='Don&apos;t Asian me, French me!'/><author><name>Evelyn Hong a.k.a. Chubbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09445874981939898549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fNvdfCfHTn0/TjDwUrrsabI/AAAAAAAAA18/FsdhdIaNL_8/s220/PP.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575398163730321587.post-8015093887289529658</id><published>2011-04-09T17:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T17:16:39.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love begins with a smile, grows with a kiss, and ends with a teardrop</title><content type='html'>Up bright and sunny, what a good way to start the day with Buble's "Fever" on the way to market ;) followed by "Kissing A Fool"... (ahhh I'm melting)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I accompanied Mike to his client's place who was having grand opening today. As usual I was pretty anti-social (it was just out of my comfort zone), but since it was a Honda showroom grand opening, I cured my boredom looking at cars :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made an observation on couples around in 1 Utama and noticed that some prefer to sit on opposite sides so they can look at each other while having meals, some love to sit side by side. So what are my preferences? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would rather sit side by side because I feel a lot closer that way. I love it when he pulls my chair for me, holds the door open, always accompanies me to the ladies (in other words chivalry). I feel that words and actions are equally important and should be expressed with great generosity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am such a romantic fool. If I ever listen to a romantic song, I will always picture a wedding or a love scene in my head. If I love weddings so much, I should be a wedding planner... Dare I dream?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Just because somebody doesn't love you the way you want them to, doesn't mean they don't love you with all they have&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8575398163730321587-8015093887289529658?l=missdontknowitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/feeds/8015093887289529658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8575398163730321587&amp;postID=8015093887289529658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/8015093887289529658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/8015093887289529658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/2011/04/love-begins-with-smile-grows-with-kiss.html' title='Love begins with a smile, grows with a kiss, and ends with a teardrop'/><author><name>Evelyn Hong a.k.a. Chubbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09445874981939898549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fNvdfCfHTn0/TjDwUrrsabI/AAAAAAAAA18/FsdhdIaNL_8/s220/PP.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575398163730321587.post-4336475019084305289</id><published>2011-04-08T14:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T14:13:12.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A great man upholds great principles in life, a greater man creates them....</title><content type='html'>"Only thing we have to fear is fear itself"- Franklin D. Roosevelt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"One day you will ask me which one is more important? My life or yours? I will say mine and you will walk away not knowing that you are my life" - Khalil Gibran&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Success is not final, failure is not fatal; it is the courage to continue that counts" - Winston Churchill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When one door of happiness closes, another opens; but often we look so long at the closed door that we do not see the one which has been opened for us" - Helen Keller&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Freedom, baby ... is never having to say you're sorry" - John Milton in Devil's Advocate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride; so I love you because I know no other way." - Pablo Neruda (one of my favourite poets)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8575398163730321587-4336475019084305289?l=missdontknowitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/feeds/4336475019084305289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8575398163730321587&amp;postID=4336475019084305289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/4336475019084305289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/4336475019084305289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/2011/04/great-man-upholds-great-principles-in.html' title='A great man upholds great principles in life, a greater man creates them....'/><author><name>Evelyn Hong a.k.a. Chubbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09445874981939898549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fNvdfCfHTn0/TjDwUrrsabI/AAAAAAAAA18/FsdhdIaNL_8/s220/PP.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575398163730321587.post-745007528315005545</id><published>2011-04-08T13:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T13:04:07.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Serenade me...</title><content type='html'>March 13, 2011 - The day I received my long-awaited valentine gift. I used to dream that if I could be wealthy enough, I can get him to sing at my wedding. But that was too unrealistic so I just hoped that I would be able to see him at ANY concert. And even chances seemed bleak that he would come by Malaysia. But he did! And the best part was, I didn't even know I was going... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was worth the money watching him perform, truly amazing and romantic to enjoy it with the one you love. Now, Mike has set the bar too high even for himself. I think a romantic beach getaway in a private villa, with spa and romantically intimate evening by the sunset can top that :) (my expectation is not too high right??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March has definitely been a blissful month for me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8575398163730321587-745007528315005545?l=missdontknowitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/feeds/745007528315005545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8575398163730321587&amp;postID=745007528315005545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/745007528315005545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/745007528315005545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/2011/04/serenade-me.html' title='Serenade me...'/><author><name>Evelyn Hong a.k.a. Chubbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09445874981939898549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fNvdfCfHTn0/TjDwUrrsabI/AAAAAAAAA18/FsdhdIaNL_8/s220/PP.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575398163730321587.post-8664388460641890898</id><published>2011-04-07T19:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T19:33:44.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bruno Mars - Marry You</title><content type='html'>My latest favourite song. The perfect wedding song... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8575398163730321587-8664388460641890898?l=missdontknowitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/feeds/8664388460641890898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8575398163730321587&amp;postID=8664388460641890898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/8664388460641890898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/8664388460641890898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/2011/04/bruno-mars-marry-you.html' title='Bruno Mars - Marry You'/><author><name>Evelyn Hong a.k.a. Chubbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09445874981939898549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fNvdfCfHTn0/TjDwUrrsabI/AAAAAAAAA18/FsdhdIaNL_8/s220/PP.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575398163730321587.post-766672989430632711</id><published>2011-04-07T17:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T17:12:16.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Would you take a bullet for the person you love? I would....</title><content type='html'>I have posted this before on Facebook and I think I would like to reiterate it again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We should have a more compassionate first lady. To regard this disaster as a lesson is repugnant to the moral sense. Instead, we should commend the bravery of the Japanese who calmly and efficiently deal with this unfortunate event. In the midst of chaos, they can still give way at traffic jams while Malaysians can't even be considerate and allow those in the elevators to exit first...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting to pick my sis up from college, and as I waited by the bus stop, this strange man was standing about 30m from my car and he is peeing in front of me in the middle of nowhere!!! Ughh!!! Disgusting!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, my post titles are hardly ever related to my posts. They are just random notes that were too short to be a post :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8575398163730321587-766672989430632711?l=missdontknowitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/feeds/766672989430632711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8575398163730321587&amp;postID=766672989430632711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/766672989430632711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/766672989430632711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/2011/04/would-you-take-bullet-for-person-you.html' title='Would you take a bullet for the person you love? I would....'/><author><name>Evelyn Hong a.k.a. Chubbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09445874981939898549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fNvdfCfHTn0/TjDwUrrsabI/AAAAAAAAA18/FsdhdIaNL_8/s220/PP.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575398163730321587.post-4949854598484265459</id><published>2011-04-06T20:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T20:58:57.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone told me, you can't stop feelings.... So why don't let it out....</title><content type='html'>Wow it has been months since I've updated the blog. For starters, I just left my job in hopes of exploring new challenges. I'm just taking a break now to clear the mind and figure out where I'm going to next. Hope I don't take too long ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, Ngiek (who now shall be known as Mike by most people), his mother is recovering well from her cancer. It has been a year since her diagnosis and she has been doing great. Now with the maid, things are a lot easier for Mike and I as we have more time to rest on weekends, as compared to the last time we had to help around the house with the cooking, cleaning and marketing. We still do the marketing on Saturday mornings though :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year, on Mike's birthday, I had the worst nightmare ever. He had just returned from an 8-hours drive back from Kelantan on Tuesday night and didn't get much rest. On Wednesday which was his birthday, after having dinner with me, he joined his colleagues for a night out in Sunway. He did not text me if he got home, so I waited all night. His dad called me at 3am wondering why wasn't he home and asked if I was with him. We couldn't get him on the phone, and to my horror, he got into an accident. He fell asleep on the wheel and flip his Accord. So many things went through my mind. And the Accord was supposed to be a birthday gift from his parents! All I know is that I'm so glad he survived the crash!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worse, this wasn't the first incident. A couple of weeks before that, he went out drinking while I was out with my colleagues having a drink. I was tired and I had the keys to the house. So I told him I would nap first and asked him to call me when he reached home so I can get the door open. As few hours passed, he did not call so I tried calling him but couldn't get to him.  Apparently he had too much to drink, got wasted and passed out in the middle of nowhere, in his car with the engine running and the doors wide open. He could have gotten himself mugged. I drove around by myself for 4 hours looking for him and I finally found him, literally in the middle of nowhere. I didn't know how to react, to be upset or happy that I found him, but I was definitely more relieved he was safe. He was in trouble the next day of course! Haha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh well, that should wrap up the events that this blog has been missing out since the last post... Til then.... Muacks!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8575398163730321587-4949854598484265459?l=missdontknowitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/feeds/4949854598484265459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8575398163730321587&amp;postID=4949854598484265459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/4949854598484265459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/4949854598484265459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/2011/04/someone-told-me-you-cant-stop-feelings.html' title='Someone told me, you can&apos;t stop feelings.... So why don&apos;t let it out....'/><author><name>Evelyn Hong a.k.a. Chubbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09445874981939898549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fNvdfCfHTn0/TjDwUrrsabI/AAAAAAAAA18/FsdhdIaNL_8/s220/PP.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575398163730321587.post-4646342822334737966</id><published>2010-11-24T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T20:58:40.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like a little girl skips</title><content type='html'>At some moments, I have the tendency to be extra childish when I'm having a rough time at work. Just ask my colleagues. I always look like I just closed a big deal which in fact I didn't. I squeal or skip around like a little girl and hop around in smiles. But in fact I'm so stressed up inside that it is just how I can let it out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best would be to have my anti-stress medication, Mike. *Mushy alert!!*What calms me is when he hugs me to sleep or just rubs my head while watching tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, this blog lacks inspiration because I only have so many things in my head when I'm driving home from work. But once I want to pen it down, everything goes out the window. If only I can type and drive.... :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8575398163730321587-4646342822334737966?l=missdontknowitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/feeds/4646342822334737966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8575398163730321587&amp;postID=4646342822334737966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/4646342822334737966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/4646342822334737966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/2010/11/like-little-girl-skips.html' title='Like a little girl skips'/><author><name>Evelyn Hong a.k.a. Chubbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09445874981939898549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fNvdfCfHTn0/TjDwUrrsabI/AAAAAAAAA18/FsdhdIaNL_8/s220/PP.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575398163730321587.post-5984035879313689293</id><published>2010-10-21T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T20:27:36.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My first post :)</title><content type='html'>This is my first post from my iPhone 4!! :) Now it would be much easier to pen down my thoughts. Bye bye blackberry! Anyhoo... There will be more updates to come soon! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until then....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8575398163730321587-5984035879313689293?l=missdontknowitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/feeds/5984035879313689293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8575398163730321587&amp;postID=5984035879313689293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/5984035879313689293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/5984035879313689293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-first-post.html' title='My first post :)'/><author><name>Evelyn Hong a.k.a. Chubbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09445874981939898549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fNvdfCfHTn0/TjDwUrrsabI/AAAAAAAAA18/FsdhdIaNL_8/s220/PP.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575398163730321587.post-7172490848337341232</id><published>2010-04-16T11:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T19:36:41.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mi Mummy Su Mummy</title><content type='html'>I have Andy on my mind again, and decided to visit his FB page. Well, those who knew him would surely remember the joyful soul he had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just lately Ngiek's mother was diagnosed with Stage 4 lung cancer, though maintaining the healthiest lifestyle known to any man on earth. It was heartbreaking for us to find out, but we are keeping a positive mind. She will soon start her treament and I know she will fight strong. Although she is not my biological mother, or MIL just yet (teehee), but I constantly have her on my mind every single minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all can do only so little to help her with her battle, but knowing that she has the fittest mind, she can fight it alone even without our help (she is that strong!). As of now, she can't have Joey around (fearing his fur would cause bacteria buildup in her lungs) and we have to help her around with the house chores 'cause she will be weak from chemo. Joey will be staying with me permanently (and he is a handful!) and I'll be helping around the house after work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I am supposed to be strong for Ngiek and his family, but I can't help but tear when I think of her because then I love her dearly too. She has cared for me the same way my parents would care for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi Mummy, Su Mummy.... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8575398163730321587-7172490848337341232?l=missdontknowitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/feeds/7172490848337341232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8575398163730321587&amp;postID=7172490848337341232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/7172490848337341232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/7172490848337341232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/2010/04/mi-mummy-su-mummy.html' title='Mi Mummy Su Mummy'/><author><name>Evelyn Hong a.k.a. Chubbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09445874981939898549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fNvdfCfHTn0/TjDwUrrsabI/AAAAAAAAA18/FsdhdIaNL_8/s220/PP.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575398163730321587.post-3001264296531875325</id><published>2010-04-09T01:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T01:34:18.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We Are The World, We Are The Children</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;When it comes to environmental issues, I am all for it! I love nature for real, though sometimes bugs creep me out. Truth be told, I am arachnophobic and slightly cymophobic. Weird huh?? I love the beaches but I am very afraid of waves. But not to the extent that I can't watch people surfing on tv, that's just cymophobia to the extreme.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Anyways, back to our lovely mother earth. Like how we adopted St. Patrick's Day in Malaysia, it is a new world trend to celebrate Earth Hour on the last Saturday of March each year. It is an event by WWF in which we turn off everything for an hour. But in a recent article written by Ang Yen of Kota Tinggi shed some light on what we have not done for the environment:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;li style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;IPPs (Independent Power Producers) produce electricity, which is then distributed by TNB (Tenaga Nasional Berhad)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;A contract between TNB and IPPs for TNB to purchase a certain amount of electricity from IPP&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;An electricity reserve margin for power failure incidents which is as high as 42%, this is deemed unnecessary as countries like Japan only reserve single digit reserve margin&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;30% of energy go to waste as unused energy cannot be stored&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt; So even if you turn off your power for an hour, contracted energy is still being produced regardless due to the contract-based system and high reserve margin&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;Same amount of petroleum and coal burnt regardless of what you do (but yes, we have hydroelectric power stations to reduce dependency on petroleum and coal) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Now, here's the second issue. Hybrid cars are meant to combine petroleum and electricity in hopes of reducing dependency on petroleum. Wrong. What do you do when you need to recharge your car? You use electricity. Again, where does electricity come from? Petroleum and coal-fired energy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;There's this whole debate on reducing the usage of plastic bags as shopping bags, and again I'm all for it! But, there's always been this problem that if you don't use plastic bags, you need paper bags. With more paper bags, more deforestation. Papers are being made at a faster rate than the government replenishing the forests, and it does take time. So what now? Use plastic bags at the mean time and dispose them wherever you want, let them flow to the sea, and turtles thinking they are jelly fish, consume and die? You walk around carrying that huge and oh so common LV bags, use them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8575398163730321587-3001264296531875325?l=missdontknowitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/feeds/3001264296531875325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8575398163730321587&amp;postID=3001264296531875325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/3001264296531875325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/3001264296531875325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/2010/04/we-are-world-we-are-children.html' title='We Are The World, We Are The Children'/><author><name>Evelyn Hong a.k.a. Chubbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09445874981939898549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fNvdfCfHTn0/TjDwUrrsabI/AAAAAAAAA18/FsdhdIaNL_8/s220/PP.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575398163730321587.post-4775865023316559476</id><published>2010-04-08T11:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T01:32:33.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That Giant Step</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Not that I've been that busy, but pictures are too massive to fit into 2 pendrives to upload so I guess I'll do them when I'm at his place over the weekends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;My baby finally started work and I'm so proud of him! A new phase in life. The week that he accepted the offer, he had a last minute plan to go on vacation (actually it was his intention for a few months). We decided to go to Cherating for 3D 2N trip, just the two of us. It was a hell lot of fun and excitement. I'll let the pictures do the story-telling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I, too, am gonna start work soon next week and I can't wait. I've been bored out of my skull just staying home. For 3 weeks I've been going to KL to attend interviews. At first, chances seemed a little bleak for me. I actually got to experience the feeling of being unemployed, and I have to say, I pity those people who got laid off during the recession.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Not to mention, I met some nasty interviewers who spent the entire time being skeptical of what I had to say. Just because of my family background, words like "spoilt child" and "pampered" used against me (literally). FYI, I'm not spoilt nor pampered. Yes, I am from a family that is financially sufficient, but what University I get in to is based on my effort. I make every decision in my life without that high level of scrutiny or consent from my parents, but don't relate me to a well-to-do stereotype.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Anyhoo, it's a lesson learnt. In life, you can't have everything that you want and to always learn the new obstacles. Ancora Imparo! You can have nice interviewers, nasty ones like I had, quiet ones who wants to hear what you have to say, and talkative ones who go on talking and learn nothing about you. So I learnt how to tackle different people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Slowly, after attending a few, I started getting calls from the ones I attended, offering me a position. I turned down those that didn't suit even though I wasn't confident of getting the one I really wanted. Thankfully, that one job I wanted called to offer, and I grabbed it immediately. Thank you baby, for having so much faith in me, standing by me when I feel so insecure. What went through my head was "Shit, what if I turned down this job, but I don't get the one I wanted?". It feels like I'm gambling my life away, thinking whether to reject or not. AND IT IS SHIT SCARY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;And to think of it, school life is really easy. So many petty problems that can be solved with a snap of your fingers. It's true what parents say, enjoy that life now, 'cause when you start working, it is tough! I have many big decisions to make. Whatever I do now will affect my future and my children's future, and I got no time to waste. So, if you think Uni is stressful, trust me, looking for a job is worse, and working will be the worst!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I read this in the newspaper lately, a 16-year old girl is thinking whether to let K know about her feelings when suddenly a new student, S, comes along and is jeopardizing her chance. Lady, I'm gonna tell you this, you are just 16! You spend too much time thinking about this little thing that you don't realise, soon you'll switch love interest and repeat the entire circle on another young boy. If you like him, don't waste your time. Just tell him how you feel, if it doesn't work out, his loss. But if it does, enjoy your few I-think-he-is-the-one months because it's gonna end anyways if you don't be mature. I wasted my time doing that, so I know!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ok, that's all the life lessons I learnt so far. And I can slowly hear that ticking sound already.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8575398163730321587-4775865023316559476?l=missdontknowitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/feeds/4775865023316559476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8575398163730321587&amp;postID=4775865023316559476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/4775865023316559476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/4775865023316559476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/2010/04/that-giant-step.html' title='That Giant Step'/><author><name>Evelyn Hong a.k.a. Chubbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09445874981939898549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fNvdfCfHTn0/TjDwUrrsabI/AAAAAAAAA18/FsdhdIaNL_8/s220/PP.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575398163730321587.post-4701627271120986930</id><published>2010-03-17T03:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T03:39:38.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotes For The Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You have enemies? Good. That means you've stood up for something, sometime in your life&lt;/i&gt; - &lt;b&gt;Winston Churchill&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You must be the change you wish to see in the world&lt;/i&gt; - &lt;b&gt;Mahatma Ghandi&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;We don't live in a world of reality; we live in a world of perceptions&lt;/i&gt; - &lt;b&gt;Gerald J. Simmons&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8575398163730321587-4701627271120986930?l=missdontknowitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/feeds/4701627271120986930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8575398163730321587&amp;postID=4701627271120986930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/4701627271120986930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/4701627271120986930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/2010/03/quotes-for-day.html' title='Quotes For The Day'/><author><name>Evelyn Hong a.k.a. Chubbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09445874981939898549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fNvdfCfHTn0/TjDwUrrsabI/AAAAAAAAA18/FsdhdIaNL_8/s220/PP.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575398163730321587.post-1590142815160614147</id><published>2010-02-26T02:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T02:13:05.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pork, Belly and Everything In Between</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Yes, yes it has been more than 2 weeks overdue, but I blame Chinese New Year. It's taking my time away from blogging! Lol. Btw, lack of inspiration too. There were a few, but I kept forgetting them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Anyways, I've spent the new year mostly around here. Went back to Mantin (it's near Seremban) for reunion dinner and the first day of new year, but we didn't stay long during those days anyways since it was Valentine's ;) I had the chance to meet my lovely baby although we have already celebrated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;On the second and third day of new year, I followed Ngiek and his family back to Raub. Despite the heat and lack of activity at the beginning, I enjoyed my peaceful time with him by the hills. And the best part is, we get to be rempits :) He took me out for a ride a couple of times and we had amazing time capturing some beautiful pictures of the evening scenery. I promise I'll start uploading some pictures soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;But for now, I need to sleep...&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;*btw I'm richh!!!!*&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8575398163730321587-1590142815160614147?l=missdontknowitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/feeds/1590142815160614147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8575398163730321587&amp;postID=1590142815160614147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/1590142815160614147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/1590142815160614147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/2010/02/pork-belly-and-everything-in-between.html' title='Pork, Belly and Everything In Between'/><author><name>Evelyn Hong a.k.a. Chubbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09445874981939898549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fNvdfCfHTn0/TjDwUrrsabI/AAAAAAAAA18/FsdhdIaNL_8/s220/PP.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575398163730321587.post-6797528115726676182</id><published>2010-02-10T22:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T22:24:21.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mike, Will You Be My Valentine?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Teeheeheehee!! We're celebrating Valentine's in advanced tomorrow!! I can't wait to see the look on his face when he opens his present :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8575398163730321587-6797528115726676182?l=missdontknowitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/feeds/6797528115726676182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8575398163730321587&amp;postID=6797528115726676182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/6797528115726676182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/6797528115726676182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/2010/02/mike-will-you-be-my-valentine.html' title='Mike, Will You Be My Valentine?'/><author><name>Evelyn Hong a.k.a. Chubbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09445874981939898549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fNvdfCfHTn0/TjDwUrrsabI/AAAAAAAAA18/FsdhdIaNL_8/s220/PP.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575398163730321587.post-1037167478081265084</id><published>2010-02-04T01:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T01:52:17.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Red On!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;It's that time of the year again, to receive ang pau packets!!! But this time, Valentine's on the way too!!! Of course, I have it all planned out for my love, but I may change my mind if I have something better in mind. Although, we will be in different states (but closer than last year) so we will have to postpone celebrating Valentine's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Also, he will be away for three days this weekend, which will be the perfect timing to plan it all. And I really need to get my hands on some books. I've been dying to read some. Anyone knows where to get Philip Margolin's? John Grisham is fine too but I like Margolin's style, twisted and mind boggling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Come to think of it, I may need to spice up my gift a little. Hmm.... And I need to get my SAYANG a birthday present too! Her birthday is coming up. Hopefully we get to meet before she plans on leaving me to Australia again :(&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Happy birthday MOR!!! Wheee!!! Sayang you as always! &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/8575398163730321587-1037167478081265084?l=missdontknowitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/feeds/1037167478081265084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8575398163730321587&amp;postID=1037167478081265084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/1037167478081265084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/1037167478081265084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/2010/02/red-on.html' title='Red On!'/><author><name>Evelyn Hong a.k.a. Chubbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09445874981939898549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fNvdfCfHTn0/TjDwUrrsabI/AAAAAAAAA18/FsdhdIaNL_8/s220/PP.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575398163730321587.post-6884417540707870532</id><published>2010-01-22T13:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T13:27:35.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not A Time To Laugh</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm having quarter-life crisis, because I've been bored to death (except when I'm with my hunny bunny) and being bored and staring to thin air makes me think of work. SOMEBODY EMPLOY ME PLEASE!!! ANYBODY! I just wanna do some work. Clerical work is also acceptable!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;This sucks. Last summer holiday I spent time studying (geeky, I know) but at least I have something to do. Now, I'm unemployed! Anybody got assignments for me to do????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8575398163730321587-6884417540707870532?l=missdontknowitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/feeds/6884417540707870532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8575398163730321587&amp;postID=6884417540707870532' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/6884417540707870532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/6884417540707870532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/2010/01/not-time-to-laugh.html' title='Not A Time To Laugh'/><author><name>Evelyn Hong a.k.a. Chubbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09445874981939898549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fNvdfCfHTn0/TjDwUrrsabI/AAAAAAAAA18/FsdhdIaNL_8/s220/PP.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575398163730321587.post-7834331574129898616</id><published>2010-01-20T12:49:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T13:05:37.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Attitude Makes You Ugly</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;In February of 2009, I did post up something about "The last week of my summer holiday.... ever!" Well guess what, WRONG! I'm still on holiday! Whoopee!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;And I need work to get money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anyways, a friend once wrote as a nickname on her MSN, "I may be fat, but you are ugly. And I can diet" which is a good one and true, yet in a very harsh way. We were all mean once in our life, in any way. It may not be verbal. It may not be direct. But we are just human beings, as cliche as it sounds, and being mean is very normal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If I'm not mistaken, I called someone "unfortunate looking" before. I personally opined that it is not so mean than the earlier one, but the reaction I got was a puzzled face, but the after effect of calling someone that was worse than just bluntly saying "You are ugly".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I guess it was because (1) you look really funny when you're puzzled as to what was said, (2) when you get what it meant (that you're being called an ugly person) you get angry, (3) by the time you get angry, I already got away. I know I took a while to understand the meaning of "unfortunate looking"; maybe I'm just a slow person. Nevertheless, calling someone ugly is wrong, people! Datuk Abdul Razak Musa of MACC, you should be ashamed for making insensitive remarks about disabled people!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I recently found out that there has been a new way for people to insult others, and it is to spam others' blogs. OMG I'm so outdated, how long has this been going on without my knowledge. Man, I need to get started on spamming those I don't like! In secondary school, we just talked behind their backs if we didn't fancy anyone. I guess not anymore now, since you can just say it to their faces ANONYMOUSLY! Yeay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8575398163730321587-7834331574129898616?l=missdontknowitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/feeds/7834331574129898616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8575398163730321587&amp;postID=7834331574129898616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/7834331574129898616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/7834331574129898616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/2010/01/bad-attitude-makes-you-ugly.html' title='Bad Attitude Makes You Ugly'/><author><name>Evelyn Hong a.k.a. Chubbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09445874981939898549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fNvdfCfHTn0/TjDwUrrsabI/AAAAAAAAA18/FsdhdIaNL_8/s220/PP.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575398163730321587.post-4382612730681548748</id><published>2010-01-19T11:33:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T00:51:33.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hold Your Tongue</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Coz we can't use the 'A' word anymore, unless you're in KL, Penang, Sabah and Sarawak! Kudos to Nazri, coz it will make 1Malaysia more elusive than it was before. And I second Rev Jerry that "this suggestion was illogical, inconsistent and untenable for Christian communities of both states, especially those residing in the peninsula".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's all about harmonious living among the different races, exchanging cultures and living prosperously together. We should be able to learn about the different cultures without being restricted in any way. And most of all to respect one another. I think the Quran asks the Muslim to respect others and their religious places, not burn them &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(Wait, can I say the word 'Quran' or I have to say Muslim's holy bible? Lols)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Now I'm not even sure if I can type the 'A' word on Google because I'm in Selangor and according to Nazri, I don't have the privilege to use the word. Hmm... I guess I have to travel to KL to do that. Owh, and beware of using the Buddha or Jesus word, we may have restrictions on those too ;) Hahaha. It would be a pleasure to tell tourists such funny custom in Malaysia. Enjoy the rest of your day people. I'm heading off to KL just to google the 'A' word :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8575398163730321587-4382612730681548748?l=missdontknowitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/feeds/4382612730681548748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8575398163730321587&amp;postID=4382612730681548748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/4382612730681548748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/4382612730681548748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/2010/01/tie-your-tongue.html' title='Hold Your Tongue'/><author><name>Evelyn Hong a.k.a. Chubbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09445874981939898549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fNvdfCfHTn0/TjDwUrrsabI/AAAAAAAAA18/FsdhdIaNL_8/s220/PP.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575398163730321587.post-6454232122739356403</id><published>2010-01-18T02:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T03:01:41.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's I.T. Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I suck when it comes to technology. I'm amazed at how people customized their blogs. While I like it simple and easy to navigate, I'm interested in knowing how they put up pictures as headers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, notice the picture deficiency in this blog? I'm lazy. Worse than a cow. I'm lazy to load pictures into the com, and I'm even lazier posting them up. Now that Ngiek has his 50D, there should be a hell lot of pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably explains the lack of readers. I'm the only one posting and reading what I posted. Teehee :) Even my own bf doesn't read this blog. What a nut!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suck. Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Give myself a pat and some Dutch comfort, at least there's still one reader, ME! Omg pathetic! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8575398163730321587-6454232122739356403?l=missdontknowitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/feeds/6454232122739356403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8575398163730321587&amp;postID=6454232122739356403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/6454232122739356403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/6454232122739356403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/2010/01/lets-it-me.html' title='Let&apos;s I.T. Me'/><author><name>Evelyn Hong a.k.a. Chubbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09445874981939898549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fNvdfCfHTn0/TjDwUrrsabI/AAAAAAAAA18/FsdhdIaNL_8/s220/PP.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575398163730321587.post-1252064758782873396</id><published>2010-01-15T11:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T02:48:42.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It Was My Turn</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's funny, and as crazy as it sounds, I knew it would be my turn. Just something I saw today on fb brought back the sadness. Friend of a friend passed away and for those of you who are mourning, stay strong. It's just a time in our lives that we must go through, unexpected as it may be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I have never had friends passing away until Ngiek and Jeng had a classmate who passed away in an accident. Nothing beats road accidents that take away lives. When you expect him to come home after watching football, he never did return. Imagine the family members and girlfriend, fast asleep, to be awaken by the news. Just imagine, you being the girlfriend, waking up to a good night sleep, texting good morning to him, but he did not reply. Imagine how crushed you will be. That's how I relate myself to their situation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;After the service, he and Jeng met up with us at the mamak. It was a grim moment. I could not relate in any other way or console them because I have never faced death, let alone have any friends who passed. So I just let them mourn. Ngiek told me, when he went home, emotions crept in and he could not hold back the tears. I felt really sorry. Til today, I can still see him choked up about it, in his eyes....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;More and more friends came to tell me that they had a friend who passed, mostly of accidents. I had a feeling that somehow it was my turn, but who? I dreaded the days and the last person I thought would have to go was Andy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Andy, you have so much faith in God, and your suffering has come to an end. You are indeed, the golfer alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;God, my turn has passed. So leave me alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8575398163730321587-1252064758782873396?l=missdontknowitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/feeds/1252064758782873396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8575398163730321587&amp;postID=1252064758782873396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/1252064758782873396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/1252064758782873396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/2010/01/it-was-my-turn.html' title='It Was My Turn'/><author><name>Evelyn Hong a.k.a. Chubbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09445874981939898549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fNvdfCfHTn0/TjDwUrrsabI/AAAAAAAAA18/FsdhdIaNL_8/s220/PP.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575398163730321587.post-9187850982744291650</id><published>2010-01-13T11:58:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T03:04:37.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photography Opens Your Eyes To Colours</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Lately there was a fallout, that made me realise how materialistic and cunning people can be in life. Incidents that made me a more "kiam siap" person that I already am. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;My parents have been giving me some money to prepare for work, like buying formal wear. I must say, shopping for them is really hard. When I find something nice, I always have this thought that I can find the same one for half the price. You know I hate shopping, and yet I put myself into so much trouble just to save some of that money. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Poverty affects my life immensely. I have a weak spot for people living on the streets or begging for charity. Sometimes, if within my means, I would donate. But with RM300 allowance a month, I can barely survive on my own with constant hesitant spending. Also, I don't trust charity homes as there have been news that donations were not used to improve the welfare of the those in their care, but the welfare of themselves. I would rather provide the assistance myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It's a privilege, what we have. It's something we have forgotten. We can live based on just necessity, not wants. While I worked in a warehouse sale during Christmas 2008, I noticed that a guy bought a pair of hideous bally shoes no clown would wear, just because it was priced at RM50. I bet he wouldn't even dare to wear it to work. It was just that temptation that it was so cheap, so why not. That RM50 would have had better purposes, like donating to UNICEF, perhaps?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;You don't realise, that wants make lives of others miserable. The make up on our faces, hand lotion, facial blotters, creams and serums that require a large, designer handbag to fit all those into. We have cars to commute, we even have shoes to protect our feet, tv for entertainment, etc etc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Those who are not so fortunate suffer knowing life could have been better out there, with the way we are living, is 10 times better than theirs. They thought if only they were born with the silver spoon (more like stainless steel made in Japan) we were fed with. Not only these people are affected, even our peers. Friends who see others carrying designer bags or wallets, have the need to prove that they too can enjoy such luxury. What's the point?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life can actually be better for them if they did not think about the things they don't have that others do. But whose fault is that? Instead of being blessed with the things that god has grace us with, like nature, colour, eyesight, breeze rushing through our hair, our family, love, laughter and tears, we dwell on having luxury. Now, facing the labour market, I have to earn what I spend, hence more cautious spending but I can proudly say, money well spent! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Not to say we should give up all the goodness in live that we have now. But to provide the unfortunates the opportunity to have what we have. The passion of a career, the goals and objectives we have in life, the meaningful life without disease, the ability to enjoy the creativity of one's souls (like painters, singers, actors, musicians).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when you intend to purchase that designer bag, think twice that someone in Africa is trying to support his or her family and they would have never dream of having a good bed to sleep on, let alone a designer bag. the money would have been better donated to provide them a good night sleep, until another trouble creeps in tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/S01O5MnHGMI/AAAAAAAAAzA/jGtDzEGqoB4/s1600-h/Poverty.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426079870596094146" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/S01O5MnHGMI/AAAAAAAAAzA/jGtDzEGqoB4/s400/Poverty.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 270px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;And all of these thoughts I have, came from photography hobby my baby and I shared together :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And congratulations, Andrew, for having a lovely addition to your family and ours. Welcome, Roxy, to our family! Joey will be thrilled, hopefully... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8575398163730321587-9187850982744291650?l=missdontknowitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/feeds/9187850982744291650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8575398163730321587&amp;postID=9187850982744291650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/9187850982744291650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/9187850982744291650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/2010/01/photography-opens-your-eyes-to-colours.html' title='Photography Opens Your Eyes To Colours'/><author><name>Evelyn Hong a.k.a. Chubbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09445874981939898549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fNvdfCfHTn0/TjDwUrrsabI/AAAAAAAAA18/FsdhdIaNL_8/s220/PP.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/S01O5MnHGMI/AAAAAAAAAzA/jGtDzEGqoB4/s72-c/Poverty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575398163730321587.post-7153356306443067491</id><published>2010-01-06T01:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T02:04:29.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rainbow Never Look This Good, Now That You're There</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Bringing in the new year was easy. Most say, "It's the time to forget the past and start afresh". It has been the case for most of us, but for one man, it was his very last three days of his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has been battling cancer for a while, taking away his career as a talented golfer I once knew. My old friend, Andy Gan. To me, he was the biggest celebrity in my life. While he was away for his competitions abroad, he still had thoughts for his dear classmates. Dear Andy, I never thought you would leave us so soon, thinking that you were recovering when we last spoke. Deepest condolences to Andy's family and his loved ones. He is not here with us, but he is in our hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we are mourning the loss of our friend, others are rejoicing to meet him behind the veil - John Taylor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8575398163730321587-7153356306443067491?l=missdontknowitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/feeds/7153356306443067491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8575398163730321587&amp;postID=7153356306443067491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/7153356306443067491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/7153356306443067491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/2010/01/rainbow-never-look-this-good-now-that.html' title='The Rainbow Never Look This Good, Now That You&apos;re There'/><author><name>Evelyn Hong a.k.a. Chubbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09445874981939898549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fNvdfCfHTn0/TjDwUrrsabI/AAAAAAAAA18/FsdhdIaNL_8/s220/PP.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575398163730321587.post-2453564630118224920</id><published>2009-12-31T10:55:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T13:27:51.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take A Bow</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Bring in the new year! I got a feeling.... that tonight's gonna be a good night! Whee! Sorry for being so enthused about the new year, for it is time for the long awaited list of resolutions! So get ready coz I'll be taking up another law degree and doing masters in Finance! Lol, not exactly. I'll do just that, but in years to come, not tomorrow. Just to be realistic, here are the very few I must accomplish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Earn RM3k a month (happens only if I apply for a job, which I haven't)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Finish the book I'm reading (CHECKED)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Paint an acrylic art (oh it's so expensive)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;Bring him to Hong Kong (shopping here we come)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Throw him an awesome 22nd birthday party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Cook for my parents (I have been cooking but my sister gobbles up everything)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Get extremely fit (like super duper, muscles-popping, dancer-like body)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Grow my hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Bring him places so he can use his 50D to capture the wonderful moments (before 2012 comes hahaha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Dental appointment (teehee)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's about it so far. I'll add on to the list as it goes. It's gonna be so exciting! I can't wait to see what are the ups and downs waiting to surprise/challenge me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's recap what happened this year. It has definitely a hectic one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Firstly, I coped with my failure by taking on additional subjects this year (9 in total) and scored distinctions for 8! Good effort *pats myself* I'm proud to have written a HD thesis paper on the US recession and the credit crunch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;I made some new friends, and reacquainted with some old ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I've made several appearances in magazines and I'm glad I had the opportunity to be a tiny part of the modelling industry for a short moment :) I welcome any new opportunities but I don't want to make it a part-time thing, let alone a full-time one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;My sister had a blissful marriage....with her Blackberry, that is! Kidding. I hope she will have a great 1 year anniversary in a few months time, and many more of that to come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;We had an amazing family trip to Penang with his family, and Sabah with mine. It was awesome!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;We also had some fun kutuk-ing some people the past few blogs Xp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Five movies of the year:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;- Marley &amp;amp; Me (March 2009)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;- Wolverine (May 2009)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;- Transformers 2 (June 2009)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;- Time Traveller's Wife (October 2009)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;- 2012 (November 2009)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;I had an awesome year with you baby! I love all the fights we have because you let me win hehehehe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;And best of all, finally starting up this blog. It was a great journal of my life, and I'm proud to have written some interesting things that I would love to read back all over again. It's definitely not just about my life, but about things in general. I hope next year will bring me more inspiration! Happy New Year to everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Chiew's off to celebrate hers in Legend Hotel, and to wake up in the arms of her lover boy by morning of 2010!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8575398163730321587-2453564630118224920?l=missdontknowitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/feeds/2453564630118224920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8575398163730321587&amp;postID=2453564630118224920' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/2453564630118224920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/2453564630118224920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/2009/12/take-bow.html' title='Take A Bow'/><author><name>Evelyn Hong a.k.a. Chubbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09445874981939898549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fNvdfCfHTn0/TjDwUrrsabI/AAAAAAAAA18/FsdhdIaNL_8/s220/PP.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575398163730321587.post-1623365656458029346</id><published>2009-12-22T11:29:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T11:59:32.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lick My Diseased Eyes</title><content type='html'>Last Friday, I am proud to say that my old primary school mate who lives near my boyfriend's place (what a coincidence!) did an amazing job in Astro Battleground! Zhen Huang, we are extremely proud of you and watching you do your thing was an amazing event wrapping up our 2009! Kudos to him and his team, Elecoldxhot a.k.a. ECX!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Feli, you weren't there to support him for the first time. I'm so happy you guys are reunited again after much wait! It's like watching a drama that is very kan cheong (quoted from Shan Yong, ahahah) These two people portray something very special in life. Although you can be very far apart from the person you love so much, but the ending makes the wait much sweeter. And it's also nice that on special occasions such as Christmas and New Years, you get to celebrate them together. You guys are such a sweet couple! Being apart is not something I could do, so I'll say you guys are tough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, for the past weekend, we've been doing a lot of shopping. Well, supposed to look for some formal wear for me, but it ended up as "Ngiek's Shopping Day". Ahahaha, well it's ok baby. Despite all the waiting for you to pick out your clothes and trying them on, I'm happy as long as you are happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngiek and I share many interests together. Among them is art. We love any form of art, especially paintings and photography. I love to do the painting, while he had the longest time wanting to get a DSLR, which we finally started the project. After much reviewing and searching for the best price for the whole week (almost every day out in malls looking around), he had found his love for Canon EOS 50D! We're so excited! Hopefully there will be stock tmr. We got it from Amara Beta in Pyramid. They are very friendly people and they give excellent services and prices for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, we are down with an infectious disease, an eye infection. He had his on the right eye only, which he thinks he looks like Rocky Balboa. Me, on the other hand, had it on both eyes and now I'm blind as a bat. And not to mention the fever coming along to combat the virus. Also, I had to quarantine myself in the room with no physical contact with anybody :( It sucks. I look like I cried all day. Yesterday was worse, I look like a white lab mouse with red eyes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, sorry for not making it to lunch with you guys (Allie, Eddy, Mor and Yue). Had something on that day. All the best to Yue! Though I didn't manage to catch the live show, but I'm pretty sure you did great! Keep texting and clicking to Quickie to vote!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8575398163730321587-1623365656458029346?l=missdontknowitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/feeds/1623365656458029346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8575398163730321587&amp;postID=1623365656458029346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/1623365656458029346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/1623365656458029346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/2009/12/lick-my-diseased-eyes.html' title='Lick My Diseased Eyes'/><author><name>Evelyn Hong a.k.a. Chubbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09445874981939898549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fNvdfCfHTn0/TjDwUrrsabI/AAAAAAAAA18/FsdhdIaNL_8/s220/PP.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575398163730321587.post-8802235492271923263</id><published>2009-12-05T00:46:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T00:55:31.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It Is Official!</title><content type='html'>My results are out, and I must say that I am super duper uber happy about it. Straight distinctions. The entire year I had straight seven Ds with one HD! WOOHOOO!!! Too bad there's no such thing as a reward for getting Ds in my family tradition, or else I'll be rich!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, it doesn't matter how good your grades are, it will not guarantee a successful career. You need the personality, social skills, ability to work with others, take orders and perform well. Most of all, you need experience. And I'm out to get one......... starting next week :) Hehehehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I already met up with the girls! Had an amazing time! Thanks girls! Love you guys! Mwahs!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8575398163730321587-8802235492271923263?l=missdontknowitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/feeds/8802235492271923263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8575398163730321587&amp;postID=8802235492271923263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/8802235492271923263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/8802235492271923263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/2009/12/it-is-official.html' title='It Is Official!'/><author><name>Evelyn Hong a.k.a. Chubbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09445874981939898549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fNvdfCfHTn0/TjDwUrrsabI/AAAAAAAAA18/FsdhdIaNL_8/s220/PP.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575398163730321587.post-2626434945156655617</id><published>2009-11-30T20:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T20:06:42.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>November Rain</title><content type='html'>It's the last day of November and it is raining. Plus, I'm in a seriously bad mood....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nuff said...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8575398163730321587-2626434945156655617?l=missdontknowitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/feeds/2626434945156655617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8575398163730321587&amp;postID=2626434945156655617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/2626434945156655617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/2626434945156655617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/2009/11/november-rain.html' title='November Rain'/><author><name>Evelyn Hong a.k.a. Chubbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09445874981939898549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fNvdfCfHTn0/TjDwUrrsabI/AAAAAAAAA18/FsdhdIaNL_8/s220/PP.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575398163730321587.post-2051271796688270770</id><published>2009-11-29T02:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T03:13:09.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Random Thoughts</title><content type='html'>I don't post up pictures that much, probably because I hate waiting for them to load. I still haven't upload the Sabah trip :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngiek's finally done with his finals. And my results are out next week *so soon!* I'm supposed to be hunting for jobs right now, but I think I'll take a short break. I'll look for jobs nonetheless, just maybe have a delay start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, since Wednesday, we have been spending some time with Joey, gymming, watching shows, and just going out meeting people. That's pretty much it. But somehow not as boring as it sounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngiek has the privilege of hearing most of my thoughts. As much as blogging is meant to store thoughts, sometimes it's hard to let people know what you actually mean. Sometimes people may have the wrong idea, or misunderstood. And it is much easier for me to explain if I'm talking to people. Though, as said, only Ngiek has the privilege to know almost everything. I just find it difficult to share it with others because of the fear of creating unwanted atmosphere. Poor him :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no I've been sleeping late for so many days. I'm guessing I might &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ponteng&lt;/span&gt; tmr's gym session again lols!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8575398163730321587-2051271796688270770?l=missdontknowitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/feeds/2051271796688270770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8575398163730321587&amp;postID=2051271796688270770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/2051271796688270770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/2051271796688270770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/2009/11/just-random-thoughts.html' title='Just Random Thoughts'/><author><name>Evelyn Hong a.k.a. Chubbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09445874981939898549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fNvdfCfHTn0/TjDwUrrsabI/AAAAAAAAA18/FsdhdIaNL_8/s220/PP.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575398163730321587.post-8604082633855219150</id><published>2009-11-24T00:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T00:46:44.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love It! Love It! Love It!</title><content type='html'>Just recently watched 'Seducing Mr. Perfect' and I LOVE IT!!!!! I love the OST Kissing Me! I can just play the song over and over and over again... ahhh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Daniel Henney is so cute. But Tiu Min Yeik cuter! Heeheee......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8575398163730321587-8604082633855219150?l=missdontknowitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/feeds/8604082633855219150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8575398163730321587&amp;postID=8604082633855219150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/8604082633855219150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/8604082633855219150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/2009/11/love-it-love-it-love-it.html' title='Love It! Love It! Love It!'/><author><name>Evelyn Hong a.k.a. Chubbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09445874981939898549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fNvdfCfHTn0/TjDwUrrsabI/AAAAAAAAA18/FsdhdIaNL_8/s220/PP.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575398163730321587.post-7756128579264331355</id><published>2009-11-23T11:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T11:47:33.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Hello</title><content type='html'>I've been so lazy. Just bumming around playing computer games lol! Also been gymming too! Beefing up myself because I feel soggy *lols* more like saggy! Hehehe. Been reading a book (John Grisham) and contemplating on writing another finance thesis paper since I have nothing better to do during the holidays *such a geek, slaps myself*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I just can't wait for Ngiek to finish his exams! Just another 2 more days away!!! Wheee!!! And last Saturday I attended the Rip Curl surfing session in Sunway Lagoon. Nothing much really, just appearing as one of the 50 and learning how to surf while getting bumps and bruises all over from the surf board. I'm no good at it! But I'm glad I tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, off to another round of bumming around. Btw Mor's back!!!! YEAY!!! I can't wait to meet up with the girls!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8575398163730321587-7756128579264331355?l=missdontknowitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/feeds/7756128579264331355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8575398163730321587&amp;postID=7756128579264331355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/7756128579264331355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/7756128579264331355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/2009/11/hello-hello.html' title='Hello Hello'/><author><name>Evelyn Hong a.k.a. Chubbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09445874981939898549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fNvdfCfHTn0/TjDwUrrsabI/AAAAAAAAA18/FsdhdIaNL_8/s220/PP.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575398163730321587.post-3761486499243395909</id><published>2009-10-26T22:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T22:17:53.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Love!</title><content type='html'>I would just like to take some time off studying to wish my love a very happy birthday! I hope you're still as happy turning 21 after I shoo you away to study, lols! I know! I'm so mean!!! He took some time off to take me some place nice for my birthday just a month ago and I'm doing this to him??! But I really have to, my first paper is on Friday! And I'm freaking out! And I'm here....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I would just like to say that I hope you have a good one tmr. Since I'm taking the time off, I hope you will enjoy what I have in store for you. It is a special day to be celebrated. Not to mention our 2nd year anniversary is coming up just another few more days *jumps for joy*, you will wake up tmr with a smile on your face. Trust me! But don't expect too much though, I do the very best I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you with all my heart (and might!), and I welcome you to the wonderful world of adulthood where you will soon have your first paycheck, bills to pay, family to feed, and what not. Don't worry baby, you are aging gracefully. You will still have your youth. I hope you have fun tmr! *fingers crossed*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8575398163730321587-3761486499243395909?l=missdontknowitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/feeds/3761486499243395909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8575398163730321587&amp;postID=3761486499243395909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/3761486499243395909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/3761486499243395909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-birthday-love.html' title='Happy Birthday Love!'/><author><name>Evelyn Hong a.k.a. Chubbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09445874981939898549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fNvdfCfHTn0/TjDwUrrsabI/AAAAAAAAA18/FsdhdIaNL_8/s220/PP.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575398163730321587.post-3684035669587938802</id><published>2009-10-21T21:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T21:38:21.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny</title><content type='html'>Don't you think the way I talked about Ris Low, just like bitching about her? Which relates to the previous post?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hypocritical me! Lols.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8575398163730321587-3684035669587938802?l=missdontknowitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/feeds/3684035669587938802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8575398163730321587&amp;postID=3684035669587938802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/3684035669587938802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/3684035669587938802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/2009/10/funny.html' title='Funny'/><author><name>Evelyn Hong a.k.a. Chubbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09445874981939898549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fNvdfCfHTn0/TjDwUrrsabI/AAAAAAAAA18/FsdhdIaNL_8/s220/PP.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575398163730321587.post-4757492368220458624</id><published>2009-10-20T17:35:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T14:43:55.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boom Boom BOOOMZZ!!</title><content type='html'>I've recently seen some more videos on a particular someone which I'm pretty sure many of you have heard, the ex- Miss Singapore World 2009, Ris Low. If the name does not ring a bell, or the phrase 'Boomz!', here are some picture of the her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/St2GB76NGRI/AAAAAAAAAxU/Yr-UAL7yVKI/s1600-h/Ris+Low+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394615296479533330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 292px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/St2GB76NGRI/AAAAAAAAAxU/Yr-UAL7yVKI/s400/Ris+Low+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/St2GBaZ3I1I/AAAAAAAAAxM/sGKofl4OaTY/s1600-h/Ris+Low+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394615287485506386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/St2GBaZ3I1I/AAAAAAAAAxM/sGKofl4OaTY/s400/Ris+Low+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/St2GA_k0ziI/AAAAAAAAAxE/4Jh8UPqSWOo/s1600-h/Ris+Low+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394615280283733538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 307px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/St2GA_k0ziI/AAAAAAAAAxE/4Jh8UPqSWOo/s400/Ris+Low+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/St2GAS34EJI/AAAAAAAAAw8/Fy4pb4ftRmM/s1600-h/Ris+Low+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394615268284043410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/St2GAS34EJI/AAAAAAAAAw8/Fy4pb4ftRmM/s400/Ris+Low+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/St2F_8k8nnI/AAAAAAAAAw0/lf7BLAUuDOU/s1600-h/Ris+Low.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394615262299070066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/St2F_8k8nnI/AAAAAAAAAw0/lf7BLAUuDOU/s400/Ris+Low.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the last picture, she looks pretty and intelligent. I'm sure she is. But an interview of her on Razor TV kinda made her look a little bimbotic, don't you think? Well, why don't you have a look for yourself and later read this post. At least you'll get what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-c_A7-7B7-w&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Miss Singapore World 2009 - Miss Ris Low&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the video, I had the impression that she was a little bimbotic. Well, maybe she was nervous or something, and the words didn't come out right. But, it gave the impression that she did not have good diction to survive the pageant. Strange words came out like "Boomz" which I must admit, is a tad funny. Other weird statements made were like wearing animal prints with khaki (sorry Ris, it doesn't work with khaki green).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Beauty has its own purpose and not all beautiful people are bimbotic". Well, you'll be surprised that bimbotic and beautiful can come in a package. Ok, maybe some people are being a little too harsh on her, and that video is just only one side of the story. Perhaps, she really did well during the pageant that impressed the judges. I'm guessing you would be nervous too if you were interviewed the way she was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although the video emphasized on her poor command of english, many of us can't speak proper english anyways. However, I choose to believe that when you are in such industry, you are constantly being put on the spot with questions like that. Some may be ridiculous, but being a queen means knowing how to handle such a situation with poise and grace and not embarrassing yourself. To represent the country in Miss World, there are a series of questions to be answered, which usually lead to "world peace".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, the credit card fraud she was convicted for in May surfaced. It was also mentioned that contestants should not have any criminal record. One responded that her actions would reflect back on her personality, which reminds me that she wanted a tall, HONEST, and brainy guy. Among the convictions against her were misappropriation, cheating by using illegally obtained credit cards and impersonating their users' identities. As much as she refused to relinquish her title, she did anyways to save what's left of her dignity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was also noted that she suffered bipolar disorder:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Bipolar disorder (also known as manic depression) is a disease; it is a medical condition that causes psychological problems to such a degree that daily functioning is hampered by the symptoms. The most prominent symptoms include extremes of mood known as depression and mania. These emotional extremes are usually beyond normal responses to events and often last for extended periods of time. Psychosis and suicide are also concerns for those diagnosed with this disorder.&lt;/span&gt;" (Source: About.com)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But honestly, regardless of the fraud, she is still not the most appropriate person to represent a country. If it is any consolation, I applaud her for having the courage to enter a beauty pageant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more related videos and links, check out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lMMtHvmTiXc"&gt;'What Miss Singapore World Miss Ris Low and Phua Chu Kang have in common'&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mut78YI2B18&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;'Miss Singapore World Ris Low is a criminal'&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SZtpEKp6O_g&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;'Can Singaporeans forgive their 'queen'?'&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.straitstimes.com/Breaking%2BNews/Singapore/Story/STIStory_435832.html"&gt;The Straits Times&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I don't screw myself up in my upcoming event the way she did (fingers crossed!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8575398163730321587-4757492368220458624?l=missdontknowitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/feeds/4757492368220458624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8575398163730321587&amp;postID=4757492368220458624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/4757492368220458624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/4757492368220458624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/2009/10/boom-boom-booomzz.html' title='Boom Boom BOOOMZZ!!'/><author><name>Evelyn Hong a.k.a. Chubbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09445874981939898549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fNvdfCfHTn0/TjDwUrrsabI/AAAAAAAAA18/FsdhdIaNL_8/s220/PP.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/St2GB76NGRI/AAAAAAAAAxU/Yr-UAL7yVKI/s72-c/Ris+Low+4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575398163730321587.post-3606941082868538484</id><published>2009-10-15T23:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T23:57:03.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Secrets Are No Secrets At All</title><content type='html'>There's a fine line between gossiping and bitching about someone. Gossiping is like saying "Hey did you hear, she got married to her long time boyfriend?". Then, if you go on saying "I thought she cheated on him when he was on a business trip a month ago?", that's bitching about someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did it before once, twice or more. No denying the fact that I may be guilty for one or two, but if you see me with friends, I usually prefer to listen. It's not that its not fun to be a part of it, in fact it is one of the most interesting women's activities! But I choose to believe that what goes around comes around biting you in the ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as you tried to keep it inside, somehow there's this urge for you to let it out to your closest friends about some dirt you heard. You are afraid that the person you're talking about will find out what you said, so you analyze every single detail of connections your friends might have. After the review has been done, and yup, your friends aren't even close to being on the same planet as the person you're about to bitch, you went ahead. Whaddaya know, they are on the same planet and they know friends who have friends who have friends .... (it goes on) .... passing on the bad news to that poor person who got bitched about. Whoopsie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't wanna come off as that bitchy person, spreading rumors about another person. Even if the rumor is true, it's just not nice to go around doing that. Worse, you don't wanna look like a person who bitches about someone else just to make yourself look a little better (pathetic isn't it?) Like I said, I did have my share of bitching in the past. But guess what, I've heard every single thing people have bitched about me. And I know who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, if you're wondering why a sudden post on such a thing, it's not because I've just heard a rumor about myself, I was just wondering why I haven't got much stories to tell as other women would have. Just a sudden thought :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8575398163730321587-3606941082868538484?l=missdontknowitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/feeds/3606941082868538484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8575398163730321587&amp;postID=3606941082868538484' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/3606941082868538484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/3606941082868538484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/2009/10/secrets-are-no-secrets-at-all.html' title='Secrets Are No Secrets At All'/><author><name>Evelyn Hong a.k.a. Chubbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09445874981939898549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fNvdfCfHTn0/TjDwUrrsabI/AAAAAAAAA18/FsdhdIaNL_8/s220/PP.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575398163730321587.post-865362452626498438</id><published>2009-10-14T23:38:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T00:16:14.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'>They Are Everywhere</title><content type='html'>First, some men carry their gf's bag. Now, men HAVE THEIR OWN BAGS!! It's called the man's bag!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, let me address the issue of a guy carrying her bag. Why on earth would you want to walk around the mall carrying your girlfriend's bag? Is the bag bothering her from her shopping therapy? To me (and this is just my own opinion), it is just not right for the girls to make you carry them, unless you really enjoy carrying it, then I have nothing to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am totally against guys carrying their girlfriends' bags. Prima facie, I just had that thought that she must have forced you into this. Asking my bf to carry my hand bag is like bruising his ego and mannish traits. Ugh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, because of the trend of men carrying their women's bags, some have created the idea that men should have their own bags (I bet it's a woman who created this idea and brainwashed any guy she sees). Hence, below....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/StXw8r2Z8cI/AAAAAAAAAwc/A-P6JdFognQ/s1600-h/man+bag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 297px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/StXw8r2Z8cI/AAAAAAAAAwc/A-P6JdFognQ/s400/man+bag.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392481054199771586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Behold, the bag that carries...... wait. What is there for a man to carry?? All you need is cash, credit card (well all put together in the wallet), keys (car and house), and.... well that's it. Owh I can accept if you say you need your comb because once in a while your hair gets unruly, maybe some hair gel coz God forbids if it falls out of place (as Shania would have mentioned), PSP would be acceptable, especially when shopping is boring, hand lotion perhaps, some deodorant in case you get all sweaty..... from carrying all that rubbish!!! You don't need all those things! We, women, carry them in our own bags. What are women hand bags for if they are not to carry unnecessary things? Come on, give me some idea what you carry in them! One of the few things that women are proud to say "Hah! It's something I can have that you can't" and now they have taken that away from us. Now all we have left are boobs! ("Hah! We have boobs with bigger nipples than yours!")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when you thought guys carrying their women's bags are unsightly, now they come in men sizes!! Now I really don't mind you carrying your girlfriend's bag, they must have been heavy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/StXw8ZntfoI/AAAAAAAAAwU/2k4G1u7_Pps/s1600-h/Messenger+bag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 261px; height: 261px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/StXw8ZntfoI/AAAAAAAAAwU/2k4G1u7_Pps/s400/Messenger+bag.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392481049306300034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a perfectly acceptable men's bag, the messenger bag. Stylish, carries your laptop, and it makes you look like Ryan Reynolds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/StX2KoWi67I/AAAAAAAAAwk/zT0EuE1RkFc/s1600-h/ryan-reynolds-manbag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/StX2KoWi67I/AAAAAAAAAwk/zT0EuE1RkFc/s400/ryan-reynolds-manbag.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392486791337143218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer: The statements above are just my honest opinions. Guys with man bags don't murder me please :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8575398163730321587-865362452626498438?l=missdontknowitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/feeds/865362452626498438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8575398163730321587&amp;postID=865362452626498438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/865362452626498438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/865362452626498438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/2009/10/they-are-everywhere.html' title='They Are Everywhere'/><author><name>Evelyn Hong a.k.a. Chubbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09445874981939898549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fNvdfCfHTn0/TjDwUrrsabI/AAAAAAAAA18/FsdhdIaNL_8/s220/PP.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/StXw8r2Z8cI/AAAAAAAAAwc/A-P6JdFognQ/s72-c/man+bag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575398163730321587.post-8572698619144607235</id><published>2009-10-14T13:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T23:59:47.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Brat</title><content type='html'>Have you come across women who are totally obnoxious and oblivious to the uncomfortable environment they are creating? They should be shot dead in the head! I'm sorry, but I've been trying to study in the LIBRARY (and I'm still trying) and this obnoxious little brat keeps talking really loud. Exams are around the corner, some even still have assignments to hand in, and the stress level is definitely way up high. And this bloody bitch keeps talking and laughing to her buddies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many tried to ask her to keep it down a little, and she did, but like a spoilt radio, the volume tunes back up after mere seconds of being told off. SHE SHOULD BE SHOT DEAD IN THE HEAD TWICE!!! I am annoyed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I do have my fair share of being obnoxious, only when I'm with my girlfriends. You too should shoot me when I do annoy you. These are just women we are talking about, but when a man gets obnoxious (not in a manly way, but in a sissy way), he should be shot in the head and dick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Please, by no means I'm insulting guys who are on a softer side. I just don't like obnoxious people in general&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8575398163730321587-8572698619144607235?l=missdontknowitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/feeds/8572698619144607235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8575398163730321587&amp;postID=8572698619144607235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/8572698619144607235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/8572698619144607235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/2009/10/little-brat.html' title='Little Brat'/><author><name>Evelyn Hong a.k.a. Chubbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09445874981939898549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fNvdfCfHTn0/TjDwUrrsabI/AAAAAAAAA18/FsdhdIaNL_8/s220/PP.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575398163730321587.post-2700544800815721880</id><published>2009-10-14T00:40:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T01:46:20.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Know Your Rights</title><content type='html'>Recently, bf showed me a video posted on FB (which I'm guessing many have seen the video) of a policeman stopping a woman in our very own neighbourhood, USJ. It is the first time I've seen one being so rude. I'm appalled by his behaviour, especially when I do have relatives who are cops as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure you have heard of civilians posing as cops with immoral intentions (i.e. rape). Let's not deny the fact (especially women) that when we see cops or road blocks 200 meters away, our hearts skip a beat even when we did not do anything wrong. Even when my uncle is not in his outfit, I'm still intimidated by him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A while ago I used to stay up very late at bf's place and there were road blocks almost every weekend (especially when the protests were going on back then). Even as we did not do anything wrong, they would pull us over to check. Once, he wore a T-shirt and boxers to send me home (I mean for what purpose does he need to dress up to give me a ride home when all he is going to do is sit in the car and drive). It was none of the police's business regarding his attire and there was no code of conduct stating you can't wear boxers while driving, it is still a pair of shorts. We were pulled over, and what do you know, he forgot his wallet! Unlucky huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So people, especially ladies out there, know your rights. Don't be ignorant. Policemen are in some way superior but there are times you have the right to demand. You can hand your ID and license, but be sure to remain in the car with the engine running and only a small window gap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the policeman asked for other things like checking your car (especially when it is not a road block), you CAN refuse until and unless he presents his ID for you to check with the police station of its validity. I mean, how hard is it for you to show us your ID? We did it, so can you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are afraid or feel uneasy, once the policeman stops you, call your friends or someone close to inform that you are being pulled over by a cop and the location. Get your phone camera ready and video tape if necessary. It is not against the law for video taping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you out there who think fake cops are phony excuses made by that poor lady, there are cases of impersonation. It's not impossible to get a police outfit. Besides, do you really know what a genuine outfit looks like? Just because he wears an outfit doesn't mean he is one. Don't be naive. Read the newspapers, there are cases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a cop asks you to pull over at a quiet area, don't. It's not that you are not obeying his orders. His position is to keep the country safe, to keep you safe! Pull over immediately if that place you are at is busy where there are people around. With whatever that's mentioned above, you are just exercising your rights without committing an offense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, as a reminder, please be sure to check their ID! You paid for it! Take down the number in case anything goes wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out YouTube 'Rude policeman stopped a harmless lady at a quiet housing area'. For the full story of what happened, check out bongkersz.com at &lt;a href="http://bongkersz.com/rude-policeman-stopped-young-harmless-lady-driver-at-a-quiet-housing-area/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;http://bongkersz.com/rude-policeman-stopped-young-harmless-lady-driver-at-a-quiet-housing-area/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8575398163730321587-2700544800815721880?l=missdontknowitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/feeds/2700544800815721880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8575398163730321587&amp;postID=2700544800815721880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/2700544800815721880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/2700544800815721880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/2009/10/know-your-rights.html' title='Know Your Rights'/><author><name>Evelyn Hong a.k.a. Chubbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09445874981939898549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fNvdfCfHTn0/TjDwUrrsabI/AAAAAAAAA18/FsdhdIaNL_8/s220/PP.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575398163730321587.post-8426367140009744548</id><published>2009-10-12T23:50:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T00:18:29.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Depraved Mind</title><content type='html'>I am mental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am my very own human GPS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a photo album that stores visual memories and a calculator in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am restless when I can't make sense of the things I studied, yet after understanding them, I automatically memorize them cluelessly as though they make no sense to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every night when I sleep, I'm actually studying. Like I told you, I have visual memories which I can read in my sleep. I'm not joking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dream every night without fail, sometimes 2 to 3 times a night. I have many sinful stories to tell you, I've dreamt of each one of you before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brain never stop. There's not one day it rests, since I dream all the time. It's overworked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have my very own 'Alice in Wonderland', where everything is twisted and wicked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would not like what you see in my head. It is corrupted and unrestrained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My nightmares will make hell attractive. I've been to hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen ghosts more often than you seeing your own pubes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm psychotic, and I never rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8575398163730321587-8426367140009744548?l=missdontknowitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/feeds/8426367140009744548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8575398163730321587&amp;postID=8426367140009744548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/8426367140009744548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/8426367140009744548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/2009/10/depraved-mind.html' title='Depraved Mind'/><author><name>Evelyn Hong a.k.a. Chubbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09445874981939898549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fNvdfCfHTn0/TjDwUrrsabI/AAAAAAAAA18/FsdhdIaNL_8/s220/PP.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575398163730321587.post-7999526999428226643</id><published>2009-10-07T00:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T01:01:19.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Time!</title><content type='html'>I've been missing my long long hair! I refused to trim it for months until a few weeks back, it was time to do some damage control. Despite all the split ends, I tried serums and conditioner so I don't have to visit the salon anytime soon. But right after KK trip, the sun, sea water and chlorine made it inevitable for a trim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I had it trimmed off like 3-4 inches (my precious 3-4 inches!), I instantly googled for some fast hair growing tips. Hahaha! I guess after a couple of visits, I shall do relaxation. I like it straight, it's manageable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that my final assignment is done just this afternoon, it's time to boost those brain cells in preparation for my upcoming exams (fingers crossed, hopefully the very last one). Some people may have that kind of motivation that since it's the last one, make it the best one. For me, it's like, bahhh, it's FINALLY the last one and I'm already taking a break like it's all done. I don't know. I'm praying hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just turned 21 last week!! Bf was such a gem! Thanks love! And I got new heels from Nine West!! Love it! It just keeps getting higher and higher ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8575398163730321587-7999526999428226643?l=missdontknowitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/feeds/7999526999428226643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8575398163730321587&amp;postID=7999526999428226643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/7999526999428226643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/7999526999428226643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-time.html' title='It&apos;s Time!'/><author><name>Evelyn Hong a.k.a. Chubbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09445874981939898549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fNvdfCfHTn0/TjDwUrrsabI/AAAAAAAAA18/FsdhdIaNL_8/s220/PP.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575398163730321587.post-7554627583704795304</id><published>2009-09-20T17:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T12:23:16.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm So Tired :(</title><content type='html'>It has been a really long time since the last post. Yes. I've been busy. But also lazy. There's the Sabah trip and I haven't got the time to upload pictures. Well I did when I came back but my elder sis kinda skipped work without telling the boss that she was going away to KK. Pictures were uploaded in Ngiek's FB (pictures from his camera) and I tagged her. Imagine what her colleagues would say if they see. Instead of untagging her, we decided to erase the album. Until she come up with some story as to when she went to KK. So til then, there won't be any pics. Loading up pics on the blog would take a much longer time so I won't do it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, KK was awesome. I mean the water was clear blue, just like the sky. And this was the first time that I actually dare to swim in the sea. It's better than swimming in the swimming pool!!!! I love the sea. Snorkeling was great too!!! Man I love the place, and the next destination would be Pimalai, Krabi! I've been wanting to go there like 4-5 years back til tsunami hit. Now, some of the people I know have been there a couple of times! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to KK, my dad became the driver there since he knew the place pretty well. I kinda remembered the area myself. The town is pretty small. On the first day, we left early in the morning to the airport. Once there, our dad picked us up (he was there a few days earlier) and we headed for lunch and a walk around the town. We checked into our hotel, went for a swim in the pool and then the sea, and later at night, had dinner in some super duper seafood restaurant that cost a bomb!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second day, we headed out to the sea for island hopping and snorkeling. Spent almost the whole day on sea, and my, the boat ride was like a roller coaster! It was funny to see my expression. I HATE ROLLER COASTERS!!! Anyways, that was the day that got me really burnt regardless of how much sun block lotion I had on me! In the evening, we had a great family activity of cycling around the whole area. May I say the resort was huge!!! They had their own 18-hole golf course. Riding the bike in the evening with the family was a nice way to remember the trip. Well, I didn't do much riding, I didn't even have to steer or paddle on a tandem so I was just snapping away :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third day, we spent the whole day in the resort. We swam in the sea for the entire morning and early afternoon, then to the pool for lunch. We had foot massages, back massages, facials, spa, hot bath, you name it, we had it! It was really rejuvenating, the true idea of holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that kinda wraps up my 4-day trip. Of course, on the last day we had more swimming and walking around the resort because our flight was in the evening. But as we reached home, the holiday mood was long gone when we found out we were robbed. The whole house was ransacked and they took mostly jewellery. My mum lost a lot of jewellery, watches, her LV bag (probably used to carry those items), my dad lost all of his watches and rings and cuffs (except for the ones he wore), my younger sis lost all her money and LeSportsac bag while I lost my gold ring (which is actually the first ring my dad gave to my mum), my adidas gym bag and my laptop charger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weird part was, they took all these things, but they did not take the laptop. They took my mum's bag but there were other Coach bags that they didn't take (probably because they didn't see). It's so troublesome! I had to buy another charger just to use my laptop :( Luckily they didn't take my other ring :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, I got another advertorial for Loreal again, and this time it's for their shampoo. And they gave me a few bottles of Loreal products as sample in addition to another few hundred worth of Loreal goods. The shoot didn't take as long as I thought it would be, and I had hair extensions! Man they were heavy! It's weird to suddenly see my hair back to its normal length after trimming it recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Happy Hari Raya everyone and enjoy the holiday! I got a big fat ang pau from my sis today already :) Thanks sis!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8575398163730321587-7554627583704795304?l=missdontknowitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/feeds/7554627583704795304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8575398163730321587&amp;postID=7554627583704795304' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/7554627583704795304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/7554627583704795304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-so-tired.html' title='I&apos;m So Tired :('/><author><name>Evelyn Hong a.k.a. Chubbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09445874981939898549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fNvdfCfHTn0/TjDwUrrsabI/AAAAAAAAA18/FsdhdIaNL_8/s220/PP.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575398163730321587.post-4936688673026174219</id><published>2009-09-09T14:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T14:40:10.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Like Boys and Cars</title><content type='html'>Being too lazy to listen to the lecture, I chose an alternative. To blog. But won't be much. Just a very short summary of what's coming, hopefully in the next few days. BUSY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short (really short), Sabah trips, pictures, some updates on what happened to my family and... I think that's about as much as I can think of right now.&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/8575398163730321587-4936688673026174219?l=missdontknowitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/feeds/4936688673026174219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8575398163730321587&amp;postID=4936688673026174219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/4936688673026174219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/4936688673026174219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-like-boys-and-cars.html' title='I Like Boys and Cars'/><author><name>Evelyn Hong a.k.a. Chubbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09445874981939898549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fNvdfCfHTn0/TjDwUrrsabI/AAAAAAAAA18/FsdhdIaNL_8/s220/PP.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575398163730321587.post-2272866098986268963</id><published>2009-08-26T22:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T22:30:23.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Paranoid</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yeay! I can't wait for the holiday! 4 days of not thinking about assignments, work, or anything at all. Probably just worry about the tan lines that I'm gonna get *stock up on lots of sun block* Wait for more rounds of pictures!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;With all the H1N1 disease going around, it's pretty scary that I'm so afraid to go out of the house. Sometimes, hearing so much news about it makes me feel like I'm infected even if I seal myself in a box. Eeek!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Now, with travelling, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ON A PLANE&lt;/span&gt;, I'm freaking out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8575398163730321587-2272866098986268963?l=missdontknowitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/feeds/2272866098986268963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8575398163730321587&amp;postID=2272866098986268963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/2272866098986268963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/2272866098986268963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-paranoid.html' title='I&apos;m Paranoid'/><author><name>Evelyn Hong a.k.a. Chubbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09445874981939898549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fNvdfCfHTn0/TjDwUrrsabI/AAAAAAAAA18/FsdhdIaNL_8/s220/PP.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575398163730321587.post-974186474083196110</id><published>2009-08-25T23:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T23:28:53.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ARgh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I just have to let this out somewhere! And it wouldn't be nice to let it out on fb since someone would have read it but I just want to say, "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;STOP BOMBARDING MY FACEBOOK WITH STUPID QUIZES ABOUT ANIME SHIT!!!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ahh, feeling a lot better now. Sometimes fb is just a waste of time when the updates are nothing more than these type of things. No I don't wish to know what Fruit Basket character you want to be. If they are some interesting quiz, I don't mind. But to have 10 anime quizes in less than 15 minutes is just annoying! Beep me when you have something really important to update me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Geesh! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm grumpy&lt;/span&gt;. It's the assignments. Pardon me.&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/8575398163730321587-974186474083196110?l=missdontknowitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/feeds/974186474083196110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8575398163730321587&amp;postID=974186474083196110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/974186474083196110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/974186474083196110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/2009/08/argh.html' title='ARgh!'/><author><name>Evelyn Hong a.k.a. Chubbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09445874981939898549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fNvdfCfHTn0/TjDwUrrsabI/AAAAAAAAA18/FsdhdIaNL_8/s220/PP.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575398163730321587.post-3581694258528049580</id><published>2009-08-25T12:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T12:48:40.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crowning Miss Universe?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/SpNtGK1liAI/AAAAAAAAAuY/xuRIeeUf79I/s1600-h/09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/SpNtGK1liAI/AAAAAAAAAuY/xuRIeeUf79I/s400/09.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373758733138888706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh btw, did you watch the crowning of Miss Venezuela for Miss Universe 2009 yesterday?  The queen was yet again another Venezuelan pride. Well, congrats. But, I must say I'm quite disappointed watching it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this while, I thought that beauty pagent is not only about beauty, but most of all grace, poise and sophisticated body language that makes the audience in awe. But there was a small hiccup during the crowning. I wouldn't blame them girls for being excited of winning, I would too. But the falling crown was something I think is embarrassing. After all, the best part about the competition is to wear the diamond-encrusted tiara that symbolizes beauty, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh, well. Who am I to judge. Better let someone who entered Malaysian tourism pageant to comment ;) What say you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8575398163730321587-3581694258528049580?l=missdontknowitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/feeds/3581694258528049580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8575398163730321587&amp;postID=3581694258528049580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/3581694258528049580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/3581694258528049580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/2009/08/crowning-miss-universe.html' title='Crowning Miss Universe?'/><author><name>Evelyn Hong a.k.a. Chubbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09445874981939898549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fNvdfCfHTn0/TjDwUrrsabI/AAAAAAAAA18/FsdhdIaNL_8/s220/PP.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/SpNtGK1liAI/AAAAAAAAAuY/xuRIeeUf79I/s72-c/09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575398163730321587.post-4711926307968102415</id><published>2009-08-25T08:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T08:46:37.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicken Or Egg?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Recently, during one of my tutorials, a presentation got me thinking. Have you ever wonder which came first, the chicken or the egg? I wandered in wonderment, thinking not about the egg or chicken, but about the specific causal and effect relationship of technology and polution. Do you think with technology comes environmental degradation or environmental degradation causes technological advancement?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Either way makes sense. When you progress in technology, environmental issues are inevitable. You have more pollution, deforestation, and many many other things, creating this concrete jungle that we call civilization. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;But what about the other way around? These issues called for advanced technology to address them. When you have air pollution, you come up with "efficient" cars, air conditions, alternative fuel, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Toyota Prius&lt;/span&gt; etc etc. (Honestly, I don't really think green cars are that green. Like I said, tech degrades earth)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So what happens when you take technology away from the equation? Is it going to rejuvenate our mother earth or make matters worse? That's the food for thought for today :)&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/8575398163730321587-4711926307968102415?l=missdontknowitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/feeds/4711926307968102415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8575398163730321587&amp;postID=4711926307968102415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/4711926307968102415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/4711926307968102415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/2009/08/chicken-or-egg.html' title='Chicken Or Egg?'/><author><name>Evelyn Hong a.k.a. Chubbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09445874981939898549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fNvdfCfHTn0/TjDwUrrsabI/AAAAAAAAA18/FsdhdIaNL_8/s220/PP.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575398163730321587.post-3361104994250244553</id><published>2009-08-19T00:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T00:27:57.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Forgot The Quote(s) Of The Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="olympics"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Listen kid, no one likes wearing clothes in public. But, you know it - it's the law!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; - Lou from The Simpsons Movie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;There's a couple of things they don't teach you in Harvard Business School. One is how to cope with defeat; the other is how to handle a shotgun. I'm going to do both right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; - Russ Cargill from The Simpsons Movie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8575398163730321587-3361104994250244553?l=missdontknowitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/feeds/3361104994250244553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8575398163730321587&amp;postID=3361104994250244553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/3361104994250244553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/3361104994250244553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-forgot-quote-of-day.html' title='I Forgot The Quote(s) Of The Day'/><author><name>Evelyn Hong a.k.a. Chubbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09445874981939898549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fNvdfCfHTn0/TjDwUrrsabI/AAAAAAAAA18/FsdhdIaNL_8/s220/PP.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575398163730321587.post-7695628016687855224</id><published>2009-08-18T21:07:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T21:49:07.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Insanely Pampered Dogs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yeap, I just watched that show. And I can't believe the things they do FOR and TO their dogs! Pet stylist, spa, BRACES, tummy tuck, plastic surgery and it goes on!!! OMG now I feel like my dog is less privileged. Hearing those women saying "Owh my dog loves wearing pink" to the 'stylist' is insane! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My dog doesn't even know what colours are. He doesn't really care if pink or black suits him or that his teeth is crooked he needs braces. All he cares about is "Where's mummy and daddy?", barks angrily when someone is making too much noise, "where's my dinner?" and things like that. Those people spend thousands of dollars on their dogs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Let's see how much we spent on him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Annual expenditure:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1. Food = RM250&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2. Deodorizer = RM20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;3. Shampoo = RM30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;4. Medication = RM120&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;5. Yearly doctor's visit = RM50&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;6. Treats = RM50&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;7. Grooming = RM160&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Total = RM680 per year (RM56.67 per month and approximately RM15 a week. That's like my allowance when I was in high school!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;One-time expenditure:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1. Bed = RM80&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2. Clothes (CNY outfit, K9 outfit) = RM100 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;3. Miscellaneous items (blanket, toys, his own little pouch, leash, collar, harnest etc) = RM200&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Total = RM380&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Seeing him extremely excited when we get home every day = Priceless :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8575398163730321587-7695628016687855224?l=missdontknowitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/feeds/7695628016687855224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8575398163730321587&amp;postID=7695628016687855224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/7695628016687855224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/7695628016687855224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/2009/08/insanely-pampered-dogs.html' title='Insanely Pampered Dogs'/><author><name>Evelyn Hong a.k.a. Chubbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09445874981939898549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fNvdfCfHTn0/TjDwUrrsabI/AAAAAAAAA18/FsdhdIaNL_8/s220/PP.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575398163730321587.post-3621180137475023863</id><published>2009-08-17T22:01:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T22:25:11.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Happens When You Lose Your Wisdom, Search....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When things don't go your way, take a step back to see the bigger picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When you're behind time, take it one step at a time, with a much slower pace and you will get there eventually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A big man upholds great principles in life, a bigger man creates them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;"Only thing we have to fear is fear itself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"- Franklin D. Roosevelt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;One day you will ask me which one is more important? My life or yours? I will say mine and you will walk away not knowing that you are my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;" - Khalil Gibran&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Success is not final, failure is not fatal; it is the courage to continue that counts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;" - Winston Churchill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;When one door of happiness closes, another opens; but often we look so long at the closed door that we do not see the one which has been opened for us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;" - Helen Keller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Freedom, baby ... is never having to say you're sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;" - John Milton in Devil's Advocate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8575398163730321587-3621180137475023863?l=missdontknowitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/feeds/3621180137475023863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8575398163730321587&amp;postID=3621180137475023863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/3621180137475023863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/3621180137475023863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-happens-when-you-lose-your-wisdom.html' title='What Happens When You Lose Your Wisdom, Search....'/><author><name>Evelyn Hong a.k.a. Chubbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09445874981939898549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fNvdfCfHTn0/TjDwUrrsabI/AAAAAAAAA18/FsdhdIaNL_8/s220/PP.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575398163730321587.post-2554551730021212178</id><published>2009-08-15T22:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T22:43:47.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Major Turn On</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I had the most wonderful day today! We went to the Fashionista Bazaar sale thingy in 3K as planned and bought a new dress which he loved so much :) I'm a very satisfied customer. After that, we went for a movie with his friend in Cineleisure. The movie was District 9, some alien movie which is really interesting, despite the constant movement of the camera at the beginning, somewhat like Cloverfield. But it was just for a short while. Ngiek said it was an alien movie that was out of the box. It's worth watching. There was a little humour too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later in the evening we had a nice tea date while the weather was so good! Windy and without sun. I enjoyed every moment of it. It was a good day. And it's not over yet. We're gonna stay home to watch a movie :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Love is an irresistable desire to be irresistably desired."&lt;/span&gt; - Robert Frost&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/8575398163730321587-2554551730021212178?l=missdontknowitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/feeds/2554551730021212178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8575398163730321587&amp;postID=2554551730021212178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/2554551730021212178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/2554551730021212178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/2009/08/major-turn-on.html' title='Major Turn On'/><author><name>Evelyn Hong a.k.a. Chubbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09445874981939898549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fNvdfCfHTn0/TjDwUrrsabI/AAAAAAAAA18/FsdhdIaNL_8/s220/PP.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575398163730321587.post-5204978335794523744</id><published>2009-08-14T12:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T13:05:08.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What You Wished You Could Do</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sat and sun are here once again. Been looking forward to it all week since last Sunday. Hahaha. As much as I am excited the weekend is coming, I'm not so thrilled by the fact that one week has passed and another week closer to due dates!! What a trade-off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anyways, a handsome man with cash in his wallet is taking me out shopping tomorrow!! No it's not my father. Hehehe. Ngiek's friend is organising one of those bazaar things in 3K and we're going to support it by showing up and maybe buying a few things. After that, most likely a shopping date as how we always spend our weekends before the hectic schedule steps in and ruins all romantic moments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I wouldn't consider myself a romantic sap, but there are a couple of movies/books that I love. Among others are the Lake House and PS: I Love You (a book). I've always wondered how people can come up with such great stories that touch one's soul. I wish I can do the same and impart some great wisdom or make a change or influence someone. I wonder, if I was ever going to be well-known that people do what I do, what is the one thing that I would do so others would follow? I guess I will have to live life til I experience an epiphany to find the answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride; so I love you because I know no other way." - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Pablo Neruda (one of my favourite poets)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8575398163730321587-5204978335794523744?l=missdontknowitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/feeds/5204978335794523744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8575398163730321587&amp;postID=5204978335794523744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/5204978335794523744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/5204978335794523744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-you-wish-you-could-do.html' title='What You Wished You Could Do'/><author><name>Evelyn Hong a.k.a. Chubbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09445874981939898549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fNvdfCfHTn0/TjDwUrrsabI/AAAAAAAAA18/FsdhdIaNL_8/s220/PP.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575398163730321587.post-3762809782180992915</id><published>2009-08-08T16:27:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T10:24:30.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Panic Attack</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;School started, and have been pretty lazy these days. After the previous intense semester that overworked my brain, I felt that 3 weeks of holiday weren't long enough to get me to chill a while. Now, I'm having panic attack of slacking for 2 weeks already! Help me! People think I'm such a geek. Two days ago, a uni mate asked me what I was going to do after my class at 12. I told him I was going to go home and study. As soon as I heard myself saying that, I thought I was crazy. But really, I've been having a hard time sleeping past few nights thinking of how I've been slacking and worrying if I should start studying now. And here I am blogging while the book is right beside me. Geesshh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the previous semester, I had this pressure that is just simply overwhelming. Having 4 distinctions while overloading is a pretty good effort. And now that I'm back to having just 4 subjects, there is just more pressure of doing better for I have less one subject and two easier subjects that I am taking. It would be a shame not to maintain the performance. I promise I will start doing all of that on Monday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, started going back to gym again, and I must say I am finally getting some good endorphin supply. I've been so miserable the past few months when my schedule was tight with exams. Now I'm looking forward to hit the gym. Plus, KK holiday is coming soon!! Whee!! Can't wait to celebrate my merdeka with the sun, sea and everything good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh, btw I just joined this competition which I'm guessing most people have heard of it (except me, until I joined it). It's the FEMALE 50 Gorgeous Search 2009 thingy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I just joined the competition for fun, and I never really thought I would be shortlisted to the final 50! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;And to my surprise, it's some big event in November. Now I'm freaking out. I hate competition where there's voting and judging. I already had my fair share in Levi's competition (ahhh Bernie Chan). Hopefully this time I don't come back with some sprained ankle or boobs or whatever. Someone help me out here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8575398163730321587-3762809782180992915?l=missdontknowitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/feeds/3762809782180992915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8575398163730321587&amp;postID=3762809782180992915' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/3762809782180992915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/3762809782180992915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/2009/08/panic-attack.html' title='Panic Attack'/><author><name>Evelyn Hong a.k.a. Chubbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09445874981939898549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fNvdfCfHTn0/TjDwUrrsabI/AAAAAAAAA18/FsdhdIaNL_8/s220/PP.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575398163730321587.post-3209464537984750457</id><published>2009-08-03T22:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T16:24:02.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Relationship = Self Realisation</title><content type='html'>I just realised that many of my posts had been just words and less pictures (except for the previous post). It's not that I'm not so fond of keeping memories (they say pictures say more than words) but my camera is throwing a fit at me. Besides that, I'm a bit shy taking out the camera and snapping away. I noticed people start staring when I click that camera, especially when there's a need for flash. I don't really like people looking at me, it makes me feel like they're making a judgement of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of judgement, you will only get it from your very close friends and family. Noone is going to tell you how snobbish you are except them. Sometimes you hate it when you feel like they are attacking you. Just like in a relationship. When you argue with your partner, every single thing comes out, whether you meant it or not. It's usually that time when he/she will tell you how annoying you are, how difficult you can be etc. When that happens, you sometimes feel under attack or you think that he/she is just want to feel a little better. You may feel guilty (if you're lucky) but you just don't want to admit. I realised that a long time ago and when it happens, I take a while to absorb whatever he said. Maybe he's right. I can't see for myself how difficult I can be, but if I was a third party looking at me, I would have said the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if you did not intend to cause something, you can't deny making him/her feel the way they are feeling. For example, I always use this tone when I'm irritated about something he did. Because of the tone, he gets uncomfortable. Then I thought he did something that irritated me, and now he's being upset instead of me. After talking about it, I always say, I didn't mean to make you upset with my tone, but you annoyed me so I have every right to use that tone and be upset, not you. But I can't tell him to reverse his feelings. Even when I didn't mean it, it already happened. So I tried to not talk that way so often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It cannot be overemphasized that some things happen for a reason. Women always demand men to listen to them, but do they listen? Yes we have a way around in winning arguments (fight fight fight, if all else fail, cry and he will give in), but if you start listening, you will soon realise you have more flaws than he does.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8575398163730321587-3209464537984750457?l=missdontknowitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/feeds/3209464537984750457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8575398163730321587&amp;postID=3209464537984750457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/3209464537984750457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/3209464537984750457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/2009/08/relationship-self-realisation.html' title='Relationship = Self Realisation'/><author><name>Evelyn Hong a.k.a. Chubbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09445874981939898549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fNvdfCfHTn0/TjDwUrrsabI/AAAAAAAAA18/FsdhdIaNL_8/s220/PP.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575398163730321587.post-638469300496043470</id><published>2009-07-16T22:40:00.030+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T01:08:22.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mega Feast For The Eyes</title><content type='html'>Finally I sat my butt down to do this post. It is quite overdue since Penang was almost 2 weeks ago. Anyways, I was just trying to enjoy my last few days of possibly the last few days of holiday I would get as I may immediately start work after graduating if I can find a job soon enough. So here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;~ Day One (Ipoh/Penang) ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/SmiPZf9Iq4I/AAAAAAAAAuQ/B2el8Z9q9oE/s1600-h/P7120305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/SmiPZf9Iq4I/AAAAAAAAAuQ/B2el8Z9q9oE/s400/P7120305.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361693024621996930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was supposed to be the whole family picture kinda thing, but the little girl popped out of nowhere coz she saw all of us happily throwing food to the fishes and she wanted too. So we decided to give some of ours to her (she was not meant to replace Gi Gyn, Ngiek's sis in the pic lols). Anyways, we were there to visit his dad's friend, Master Lee, who gave us insights on things in life, like yin yang and things like that. I don't really know if you would refer to him as a monk coz he seems more than just that. Oh I don't know how to explain..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/SmiPYltfOJI/AAAAAAAAAuI/WZisFGMaKr4/s1600-h/P7120313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/SmiPYltfOJI/AAAAAAAAAuI/WZisFGMaKr4/s400/P7120313.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361693008987109522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The temple, providing great sights for Gyn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/SmiPYVA3avI/AAAAAAAAAuA/lkKdzYRdo9Q/s1600-h/P7120321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/SmiPYVA3avI/AAAAAAAAAuA/lkKdzYRdo9Q/s400/P7120321.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361693004504984306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The stupid monkey above was amazed by willow tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/SmiPX7gqtfI/AAAAAAAAAt4/KwSdcYyJPKA/s1600-h/P7120325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/SmiPX7gqtfI/AAAAAAAAAt4/KwSdcYyJPKA/s400/P7120325.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361692997659047410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As usual there had to be a family pic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/SmiPXQI7kYI/AAAAAAAAAtw/TBEMjX4Nw3M/s1600-h/P7120328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/SmiPXQI7kYI/AAAAAAAAAtw/TBEMjX4Nw3M/s400/P7120328.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361692986016764290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Poor her, she was trying so hard to make a sound by rubbing that pot of water vigorously&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/SmiNjJEGinI/AAAAAAAAAto/NrxtPfhv4Ag/s1600-h/P7120329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/SmiNjJEGinI/AAAAAAAAAto/NrxtPfhv4Ag/s400/P7120329.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361690991252638322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/SmiNim50fAI/AAAAAAAAAtg/bP30_FF-W60/s1600-h/P7120333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/SmiNim50fAI/AAAAAAAAAtg/bP30_FF-W60/s400/P7120333.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361690982082706434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My first place to visit when we reached Penang, a first-timer to snake temple, which of course is just a temple full of snakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/SmiNiVrm6kI/AAAAAAAAAtY/fAnUxk6Plwo/s1600-h/P7120336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/SmiNiVrm6kI/AAAAAAAAAtY/fAnUxk6Plwo/s400/P7120336.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361690977459694146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The view from Copthorne Hotel, the first hotel we stayed in on our first night. Not a very nice and fancy place to stay, but what the heck, it was cheap and we were hardly there anyways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/SmiNh9mNieI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/7uJYCZoDaOc/s1600-h/P7120340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/SmiNh9mNieI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/7uJYCZoDaOc/s400/P7120340.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361690970994608610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is what Penang food do to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/SmiNhhi94mI/AAAAAAAAAtI/vZguqcT_4mE/s1600-h/P7120344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/SmiNhhi94mI/AAAAAAAAAtI/vZguqcT_4mE/s400/P7120344.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361690963464807010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/SmiMbvnf-RI/AAAAAAAAAtA/3zVBLEpm_QE/s1600-h/P7120353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/SmiMbvnf-RI/AAAAAAAAAtA/3zVBLEpm_QE/s400/P7120353.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361689764651071762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After a long long, and shall I dare say again, looooonnnggg journey (we had many stops, like having breakfast in Ipoh, going to the temple, taking a ride around Penang, having lunch in Penang, then only checking in to Copthorne) and we left at 7.30am to only reach the hotel at 4 or 5 something in the evening. Btw, this stupid boy was really excited to go to Rasa Sayang (he had lots of childhood memories in Penang as his father worked in that hotel and he got to go there very often) He woke me up in the middle of the night saying "Darling, I want to go Rasa Sayang now!" When I asked him what time was it then, he said "It's Rasa Sayang time!" FYI it was only 3am and we just slept at 12am :-S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;~Day Two (Shangri - La Rasa Sayang Hotel) ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/SmiMbfWEfBI/AAAAAAAAAs4/-03OjlNodnI/s1600-h/P7130359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/SmiMbfWEfBI/AAAAAAAAAs4/-03OjlNodnI/s400/P7130359.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361689760282999826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ahh finally!!! Some really nice looking and comfy hotel. Check out the reception desk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/SmiMa4aV0PI/AAAAAAAAAsw/a6okpRZL4vs/s1600-h/P7130360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/SmiMa4aV0PI/AAAAAAAAAsw/a6okpRZL4vs/s400/P7130360.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361689749831930098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The lobby, with some Bank Simpanan Nasional's logo-looking thing if you see it the other way around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/SmiMaX2C6SI/AAAAAAAAAso/pPEMm9Wpsl4/s1600-h/P7130364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/SmiMaX2C6SI/AAAAAAAAAso/pPEMm9Wpsl4/s400/P7130364.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361689741089761570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Awesome landscaping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/SmiMZzRtmvI/AAAAAAAAAsg/ZnuzCe-l9TU/s1600-h/P7130365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/SmiMZzRtmvI/AAAAAAAAAsg/ZnuzCe-l9TU/s400/P7130365.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361689731273693938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/SmiLRSS68oI/AAAAAAAAAsY/rpHtwLwrFPw/s1600-h/P7130374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/SmiLRSS68oI/AAAAAAAAAsY/rpHtwLwrFPw/s400/P7130374.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361688485469811330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/SmiLQ1KsUeI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/M1BU0PDQTu0/s1600-h/P7130400.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/SmiLQ1KsUeI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/M1BU0PDQTu0/s400/P7130400.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361688477650670050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Tiu siblings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/SmiLQQ9gYiI/AAAAAAAAAsI/_-nM1DdsOvg/s1600-h/P7130401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/SmiLQQ9gYiI/AAAAAAAAAsI/_-nM1DdsOvg/s400/P7130401.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361688467931685410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We are often mistaken as cousins/siblings/blood-related of any sort&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/SmiLQJETDiI/AAAAAAAAAsA/5vzUNtQBobE/s1600-h/P7130403.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/SmiLQJETDiI/AAAAAAAAAsA/5vzUNtQBobE/s400/P7130403.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361688465812688418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/SmiLPhKkeFI/AAAAAAAAAr4/fmHLVVf8pBg/s1600-h/P7130409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/SmiLPhKkeFI/AAAAAAAAAr4/fmHLVVf8pBg/s400/P7130409.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361688455101577298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/SmiHVev9IPI/AAAAAAAAArw/mXBi43bPXEk/s1600-h/P7130415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/SmiHVev9IPI/AAAAAAAAArw/mXBi43bPXEk/s400/P7130415.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361684159485780210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fun in the sun :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/SmiHU4s9dUI/AAAAAAAAAro/WMLJSCRkXKg/s1600-h/P7130417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/SmiHU4s9dUI/AAAAAAAAAro/WMLJSCRkXKg/s400/P7130417.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361684149272671554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We can be great models for doors hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/SmiHUfombEI/AAAAAAAAArg/QZOux_kNhTQ/s1600-h/P7130421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/SmiHUfombEI/AAAAAAAAArg/QZOux_kNhTQ/s400/P7130421.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361684142543498306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Spa that costs the hotel approximately RM10 million according to the manager there (correct me if I'm wrong)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/SmiHUB2t3dI/AAAAAAAAArY/IAd8RwE2FCs/s1600-h/P7130439.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/SmiHUB2t3dI/AAAAAAAAArY/IAd8RwE2FCs/s400/P7130439.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361684134549642706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The beautiful walkway to the spa that gives you the 'zen' feeling, hence the very 'zen' looking family... all smiles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/SmiHTmhuWxI/AAAAAAAAArQ/Bp56zDIoV4A/s1600-h/P7130440.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/SmiHTmhuWxI/AAAAAAAAArQ/Bp56zDIoV4A/s400/P7130440.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361684127213837074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/SmHfmKIVvDI/AAAAAAAAArI/oBHTjeS8teo/s1600-h/P7130441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/SmHfmKIVvDI/AAAAAAAAArI/oBHTjeS8teo/s400/P7130441.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359810878194957362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/SmHfl05Xd0I/AAAAAAAAArA/Dlk9QRKDhtA/s1600-h/P7130460.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/SmHfl05Xd0I/AAAAAAAAArA/Dlk9QRKDhtA/s400/P7130460.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359810872495011650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The water was melted ice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/SmHflu_V96I/AAAAAAAAAq4/jOunGbz6t8M/s1600-h/P7130467.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/SmHflu_V96I/AAAAAAAAAq4/jOunGbz6t8M/s400/P7130467.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359810870909466530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I refused but he insisted to show off his macho side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/SmHflID0_1I/AAAAAAAAAqw/WNEpK0mpYVU/s1600-h/P7130472.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/SmHflID0_1I/AAAAAAAAAqw/WNEpK0mpYVU/s400/P7130472.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359810860459294546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There are more photos from where this came from, some even look good for presidential profile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/SmHfkylhjiI/AAAAAAAAAqo/9oT6trZnFxs/s1600-h/P7130480.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/SmHfkylhjiI/AAAAAAAAAqo/9oT6trZnFxs/s400/P7130480.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359810854695046690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/SmHaE8eDL3I/AAAAAAAAAqg/NM5tlfFGZbs/s1600-h/P7130483.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/SmHaE8eDL3I/AAAAAAAAAqg/NM5tlfFGZbs/s400/P7130483.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359804810034098034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/SmHaEoKbiXI/AAAAAAAAAqY/wbGUtyZxiJg/s1600-h/P7130486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/SmHaEoKbiXI/AAAAAAAAAqY/wbGUtyZxiJg/s400/P7130486.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359804804583098738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Para-sailing or whatever you call that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/SmHaEW5Kc1I/AAAAAAAAAqQ/b_8IUusOj9A/s1600-h/P7130497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/SmHaEW5Kc1I/AAAAAAAAAqQ/b_8IUusOj9A/s400/P7130497.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359804799947273042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/SmHaD7XixBI/AAAAAAAAAqI/WqMppm58gas/s1600-h/P7130507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/SmHaD7XixBI/AAAAAAAAAqI/WqMppm58gas/s400/P7130507.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359804792558502930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This guy is real!!! (Pardon me for being jakun, I'm no Penang person to know of this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/SmHaDk7YNkI/AAAAAAAAAqA/tOTrVAU9vis/s1600-h/P7130510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/SmHaDk7YNkI/AAAAAAAAAqA/tOTrVAU9vis/s400/P7130510.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359804786534790722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gurney Drive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/SmHXWedHEbI/AAAAAAAAAp4/AMmfWEGEPIA/s1600-h/P7130514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/SmHXWedHEbI/AAAAAAAAAp4/AMmfWEGEPIA/s400/P7130514.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359801812679856562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;G Hotel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/SmHXWHhHGXI/AAAAAAAAApw/tATizJROeRY/s1600-h/P7130524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/SmHXWHhHGXI/AAAAAAAAApw/tATizJROeRY/s400/P7130524.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359801806522620274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just had to take this :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/SmHXVviynHI/AAAAAAAAApo/cOuuXV0snFI/s1600-h/P7130533.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/SmHXVviynHI/AAAAAAAAApo/cOuuXV0snFI/s400/P7130533.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359801800087215218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/SmHXVbJ4HwI/AAAAAAAAApg/UmtQzrsRsmM/s1600-h/P7130536.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/SmHXVbJ4HwI/AAAAAAAAApg/UmtQzrsRsmM/s400/P7130536.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359801794614009602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is just too cute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;~ Day Three ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/SmHXVP9rhEI/AAAAAAAAApY/uyvUnqUdjRw/s1600-h/P7140542.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/SmHXVP9rhEI/AAAAAAAAApY/uyvUnqUdjRw/s400/P7140542.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359801791610061890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/Sl9LAE4-WmI/AAAAAAAAApQ/bLUTEF38Y0k/s1600-h/P7140545.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/Sl9LAE4-WmI/AAAAAAAAApQ/bLUTEF38Y0k/s400/P7140545.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359084546278972002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/Sl9K_kG5pbI/AAAAAAAAApI/jXNOIMgevvY/s1600-h/P7140546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/Sl9K_kG5pbI/AAAAAAAAApI/jXNOIMgevvY/s400/P7140546.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359084537479013810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/Sl9K_Cj5fMI/AAAAAAAAApA/tJw9bPQqocU/s1600-h/P7140547.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/Sl9K_Cj5fMI/AAAAAAAAApA/tJw9bPQqocU/s400/P7140547.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359084528473832642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And more food!! (and so are the rest, unless stated otherwise)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/Sl9K-ybTlFI/AAAAAAAAAo4/eMeyPtjPIoU/s1600-h/P7140548.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/Sl9K-ybTlFI/AAAAAAAAAo4/eMeyPtjPIoU/s400/P7140548.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359084524142826578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/Sl9K-nR7UYI/AAAAAAAAAow/iodIuTGADBA/s1600-h/P7140549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/Sl9K-nR7UYI/AAAAAAAAAow/iodIuTGADBA/s400/P7140549.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359084521150697858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/Sl9JlX6wQjI/AAAAAAAAAoo/1jSWUizoKgQ/s1600-h/P7140551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/Sl9JlX6wQjI/AAAAAAAAAoo/1jSWUizoKgQ/s400/P7140551.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359082988018614834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/Sl9Jk8gxUsI/AAAAAAAAAog/9iSstlFTX_E/s1600-h/P7140552.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/Sl9Jk8gxUsI/AAAAAAAAAog/9iSstlFTX_E/s400/P7140552.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359082980661875394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/Sl9Jkd5pyoI/AAAAAAAAAoY/ALMxcaXL90o/s1600-h/P7140553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/Sl9Jkd5pyoI/AAAAAAAAAoY/ALMxcaXL90o/s400/P7140553.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359082972444740226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/Sl9JkCMpXNI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/bxLgaesJZMA/s1600-h/P7140558.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/Sl9JkCMpXNI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/bxLgaesJZMA/s400/P7140558.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359082965008211154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/Sl9JjjJQIsI/AAAAAAAAAoI/syYQcTVbSl4/s1600-h/P7140560.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/Sl9JjjJQIsI/AAAAAAAAAoI/syYQcTVbSl4/s400/P7140560.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359082956672475842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/Sl9G06m_ZNI/AAAAAAAAAoA/LgrMBRGsmys/s1600-h/P7140563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/Sl9G06m_ZNI/AAAAAAAAAoA/LgrMBRGsmys/s400/P7140563.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359079956494116050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/Sl9G0W0LzpI/AAAAAAAAAn4/6zeBFJhqpWs/s1600-h/P7140567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/Sl9G0W0LzpI/AAAAAAAAAn4/6zeBFJhqpWs/s400/P7140567.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359079946885779090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a buffet, but I feel like I'm having fine dining waffles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/Sl9G0Iut3aI/AAAAAAAAAnw/qLGe2l8APys/s1600-h/P7140569.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/Sl9G0Iut3aI/AAAAAAAAAnw/qLGe2l8APys/s400/P7140569.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359079943104748962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/Sl9Gz6ziLII/AAAAAAAAAno/He3xWEbQ5nM/s1600-h/P7140570.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/Sl9Gz6ziLII/AAAAAAAAAno/He3xWEbQ5nM/s400/P7140570.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359079939366857858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/Sl9GzcuV1OI/AAAAAAAAAng/s1uT0hlewgM/s1600-h/P7140571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/Sl9GzcuV1OI/AAAAAAAAAng/s1uT0hlewgM/s400/P7140571.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359079931292013794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/Sl9FtlUAK_I/AAAAAAAAAnY/AtOmhovISNU/s1600-h/P7140574.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/Sl9FtlUAK_I/AAAAAAAAAnY/AtOmhovISNU/s400/P7140574.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359078731006618610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/Sl9FtMPUNuI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/VfEtwqTesps/s1600-h/P7140576.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/Sl9FtMPUNuI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/VfEtwqTesps/s400/P7140576.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359078724276074210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/Sl9FsjjtMvI/AAAAAAAAAnI/TPJYlhU6eVY/s1600-h/P7140578.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/Sl9FsjjtMvI/AAAAAAAAAnI/TPJYlhU6eVY/s400/P7140578.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359078713355743986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/Sl9FsBnMXJI/AAAAAAAAAnA/6xdimbxpAzU/s1600-h/P7140582.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/Sl9FsBnMXJI/AAAAAAAAAnA/6xdimbxpAzU/s400/P7140582.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359078704243563666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/Sl9Fr62_7uI/AAAAAAAAAm4/LLx3AGRItOc/s1600-h/P7140584.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/Sl9Fr62_7uI/AAAAAAAAAm4/LLx3AGRItOc/s400/P7140584.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359078702430809826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/Sl9DzlDpLtI/AAAAAAAAAmw/3YmLwdt5YDQ/s1600-h/P7140586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/Sl9DzlDpLtI/AAAAAAAAAmw/3YmLwdt5YDQ/s400/P7140586.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359076634993962706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/Sl9DzJNdILI/AAAAAAAAAmo/5rDOyZgr--c/s1600-h/P7140593.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/Sl9DzJNdILI/AAAAAAAAAmo/5rDOyZgr--c/s400/P7140593.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359076627518922930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/Sl9Dy1aDNjI/AAAAAAAAAmg/oXLNAyDJNSw/s1600-h/P7140598.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/Sl9Dy1aDNjI/AAAAAAAAAmg/oXLNAyDJNSw/s400/P7140598.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359076622203041330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/Sl9DyHIoupI/AAAAAAAAAmY/Dui45h8e6SU/s1600-h/P7140600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/Sl9DyHIoupI/AAAAAAAAAmY/Dui45h8e6SU/s400/P7140600.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359076609781971602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/Sl9DxrGCGyI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/yKgYqgBjYko/s1600-h/P7140610.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/Sl9DxrGCGyI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/yKgYqgBjYko/s400/P7140610.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359076602254859042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/Sl9CQhNY48I/AAAAAAAAAmI/IE0ewoJuq5A/s1600-h/P7140614.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/Sl9CQhNY48I/AAAAAAAAAmI/IE0ewoJuq5A/s400/P7140614.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359074933154046914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/Sl9CQNyHfgI/AAAAAAAAAmA/0Tkt0Z0H0sA/s1600-h/P7140620.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/Sl9CQNyHfgI/AAAAAAAAAmA/0Tkt0Z0H0sA/s400/P7140620.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359074927939386882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/Sl9CPzZ358I/AAAAAAAAAl4/_3U6htDs6yY/s1600-h/P7140633.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/Sl9CPzZ358I/AAAAAAAAAl4/_3U6htDs6yY/s400/P7140633.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359074920858380226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/Sl9CPZ504MI/AAAAAAAAAlw/W3Bwz1cpq3A/s1600-h/P7140644.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/Sl9CPZ504MI/AAAAAAAAAlw/W3Bwz1cpq3A/s400/P7140644.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359074914013077698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What's a guy like Ngiek to do without a gym&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/Sl9CPPmGFMI/AAAAAAAAAlo/1FiekshXzXc/s1600-h/P7140647.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/Sl9CPPmGFMI/AAAAAAAAAlo/1FiekshXzXc/s400/P7140647.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359074911245964482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/Sl9A5QbJwmI/AAAAAAAAAlg/tR9IFciIfLY/s1600-h/P7140648.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/Sl9A5QbJwmI/AAAAAAAAAlg/tR9IFciIfLY/s400/P7140648.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359073433999753826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/Sl9A5E8jCRI/AAAAAAAAAlY/qSz6W6biPjM/s1600-h/P7140654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/Sl9A5E8jCRI/AAAAAAAAAlY/qSz6W6biPjM/s400/P7140654.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359073430918596882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/Sl9A4oK8j_I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/uZxH4jCU3Rk/s1600-h/P7140677.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/Sl9A4oK8j_I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/uZxH4jCU3Rk/s400/P7140677.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359073423194361842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/Sl9A4fWBTwI/AAAAAAAAAlI/K9iPBVkvP_Y/s1600-h/P7140679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/Sl9A4fWBTwI/AAAAAAAAAlI/K9iPBVkvP_Y/s400/P7140679.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359073420824891138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/Sl9A3wNP2XI/AAAAAAAAAlA/qkKn05mAB9E/s1600-h/P7140681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/Sl9A3wNP2XI/AAAAAAAAAlA/qkKn05mAB9E/s400/P7140681.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359073408171628914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/Sl8-720XSyI/AAAAAAAAAk4/LjP7iTRnLGw/s1600-h/P7140687.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/Sl8-720XSyI/AAAAAAAAAk4/LjP7iTRnLGw/s400/P7140687.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359071279642528546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cool rotating yin yang sofas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/Sl8-7aMf61I/AAAAAAAAAkw/8cqSHmDiq5E/s1600-h/P7140690.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/Sl8-7aMf61I/AAAAAAAAAkw/8cqSHmDiq5E/s400/P7140690.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359071271959128914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/Sl8-68vOHYI/AAAAAAAAAko/hjqLSd8Kc84/s1600-h/P7140692.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/Sl8-68vOHYI/AAAAAAAAAko/hjqLSd8Kc84/s400/P7140692.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359071264051699074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/Sl8-6oRDuMI/AAAAAAAAAkg/WgIEBjnX8iA/s1600-h/P7140699.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/Sl8-6oRDuMI/AAAAAAAAAkg/WgIEBjnX8iA/s400/P7140699.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359071258556479682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;'Chi' spa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/Sl8-6MuMATI/AAAAAAAAAkY/bBlLXGwcrbc/s1600-h/P7140704.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/Sl8-6MuMATI/AAAAAAAAAkY/bBlLXGwcrbc/s400/P7140704.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359071251162464562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/Sl89pWBeiuI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/KskPMcIBgUM/s1600-h/P7140707.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/Sl89pWBeiuI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/KskPMcIBgUM/s400/P7140707.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359069862089886434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/Sl89oxF7yGI/AAAAAAAAAkI/XYKPN9BhBnI/s1600-h/P7140708.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/Sl89oxF7yGI/AAAAAAAAAkI/XYKPN9BhBnI/s400/P7140708.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359069852176468066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/Sl89otGkY_I/AAAAAAAAAkA/7sb-hg58zWU/s1600-h/P7140710.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/Sl89otGkY_I/AAAAAAAAAkA/7sb-hg58zWU/s400/P7140710.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359069851105387506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/Sl89oL3qP1I/AAAAAAAAAj4/nwO6xJO-viM/s1600-h/P7140714.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/Sl89oL3qP1I/AAAAAAAAAj4/nwO6xJO-viM/s400/P7140714.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359069842184486738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Golf anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/Sl89n170JhI/AAAAAAAAAjw/TfDB0yYKI4k/s1600-h/P7140716.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/Sl89n170JhI/AAAAAAAAAjw/TfDB0yYKI4k/s400/P7140716.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359069836296332818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our final pic before he had to take the wheel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that summarises the whole 3 day trip. After that trip, I spent so much time sleeping and waking up as if I was hungover from something. Probably the trip was so nice and relaxing, coming back to Subang is like a really bad hangover from goodness in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I had some great news!!! I excelled my Sem 1 finals!!!! Woohoo!!! With extremely super duper flying colours! I'm surprised at myself but with the effort that I put in, I'm happy enough I pulled through *pats myself on the back* Whoopee! Apart from that, I got chosen for another Female contest. So watch out for me (there are some tini tiny pics of me in the June and July issue of that mag so can check it out)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, my school's started already and I have an early class tmr so it's snooze time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8575398163730321587-638469300496043470?l=missdontknowitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/feeds/638469300496043470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8575398163730321587&amp;postID=638469300496043470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/638469300496043470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/638469300496043470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/2009/07/mega-feast-for-eyes.html' title='Mega Feast For The Eyes'/><author><name>Evelyn Hong a.k.a. Chubbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09445874981939898549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fNvdfCfHTn0/TjDwUrrsabI/AAAAAAAAA18/FsdhdIaNL_8/s220/PP.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wkfv7AblOc/SmiPZf9Iq4I/AAAAAAAAAuQ/B2el8Z9q9oE/s72-c/P7120305.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575398163730321587.post-9017767803847957774</id><published>2009-07-10T10:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T11:05:45.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Next Time You See A Post, Hopefully It's Filled With Pictures</title><content type='html'>It's been a slow moving week. Went to get a lamp for my room which made the room looked pretty with it. Also went for pet exhibition in Midvalley last Saturday. I remembered last year we went there and with every dog we saw there, we wished we had one. This year, we went there with the same feeling, but we realised we do have a very cute one waiting for us at home! Ahh I loved that feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I loved that maternal feeling. He is like my son in a different shape, size and skin. I talk to him like how I would talk to a normal little boy, and he understands. He knows that he has to be patient when he wants something, or feels really guilty when he did something wrong. It's nice when I hear Ngiek saying "Joey, go to your mummy" and he walks with a face that looks like he's smiling all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to Penang for holiday with Ngiek and his family this weekend. No one will  be around to take care of him, so my family will. And the past few days I've been spending some time at home with Joey so that my sister could get used to taking care of him. Ahaha I wish them luck! He will be a handful for them :) I wrote a long list of things to be done while taking care of him. I hope that will help!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8575398163730321587-9017767803847957774?l=missdontknowitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/feeds/9017767803847957774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8575398163730321587&amp;postID=9017767803847957774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/9017767803847957774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/9017767803847957774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/2009/07/next-time-you-see-post-hopefully-its.html' title='The Next Time You See A Post, Hopefully It&apos;s Filled With Pictures'/><author><name>Evelyn Hong a.k.a. Chubbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09445874981939898549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fNvdfCfHTn0/TjDwUrrsabI/AAAAAAAAA18/FsdhdIaNL_8/s220/PP.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575398163730321587.post-6178145224469040395</id><published>2009-07-01T22:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T22:19:22.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Only 3 Weeks Of Good Holiday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Since the final paper of sem 1, I have been so bored. Been getting the sleep that I was deprived of for the past two months, starting to watch the whole 10 seasons of FRIENDS again. I will never get bored of that show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Had been shopping the whole of yesterday in KLCC with mum, had some quality time with her because studying kinda made me a robot and I was usually glued to my books at home. So caught up with her and stuffs. I guess she had fun shopping yesterday, she bought a lot of things for herself. As usual, I am extremely fussy when it comes to shopping, nothing ever satisfy me. Anyways, it's quite alright. I spend less in shopping and although I would really want more nice clothes to wear (especially dresses), I rather save up for a holiday. Someone please find me a nice place to get dresses. Speaking of holiday, I can't wait for my beach holiday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Also, I haven't been at the gym for a very long while, so after shopping, head straight to the gym with Ngiek. Now my body is aching from hours of shopping and gymming right after. I consider myself a food lover and I eat a lot. But lately I have been losing a lot of weight and flesh. Kinda bony now. So it's time to buff up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok FRIENDS is really calling me now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*more shopping this weekend?*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8575398163730321587-6178145224469040395?l=missdontknowitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/feeds/6178145224469040395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8575398163730321587&amp;postID=6178145224469040395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/6178145224469040395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8575398163730321587/posts/default/6178145224469040395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdontknowitall.blogspot.com/2009/07/only-3-weeks-of-good-holiday.html' title='Only 3 Weeks Of Good Holiday'/><author><name>Evelyn Hong a.k.a. Chubbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09445874981939898549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fNvdfCfHTn0/TjDwUrrsabI/AAAAAAAAA18/FsdhdIaNL_8/s220/PP.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
