<?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-3990927484700748753</id><updated>2012-02-10T21:22:58.307-08:00</updated><category term='its'/><title type='text'>~Smile~</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>vicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03544937296438123618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>106</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990927484700748753.post-6710383561724096173</id><published>2012-02-10T21:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T21:22:58.392-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random thoughts</title><content type='html'>I don't think anyone would understand this feeling unless they have worked before, but then again maybe it's just me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I started working I started to realize that money is hard to get, not that I didn't realize it last time, I do know it's hard to earn but I don't really experience it the REAL way coz money has always been handed to me on silver platter. Going into Daiso and buying a RM 5 object wasn't that hurtful, but now, after working, I can just stop and stare at the sign board and think to myself, to buy an item in Daiso, I have to work for 1hour. Is that worth it? &lt;br /&gt;I also used to think that a dress that cost RM 30 is cheap (I mean comparing to the dresses u see in 1u which cost nothing below RM 50) so usually I wouldn't think twice and just purchase it, but now.... It has changed, RM 30 = working for 6 hours.. 6 freaking hours -.- gosh.... Ouch man&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990927484700748753-6710383561724096173?l=ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/feeds/6710383561724096173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990927484700748753&amp;postID=6710383561724096173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/6710383561724096173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/6710383561724096173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/2012/02/random-thoughts.html' title='Random thoughts'/><author><name>vicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03544937296438123618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990927484700748753.post-7217076822915584530</id><published>2012-02-06T03:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T06:47:33.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates...</title><content type='html'>Feb 3rd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a ji mui AGM on this day hahahaha, it's been a loooooong time since we've met up and it was a good bonding session. Usually CNY will gamble but because we haven't met for like ages, we just sat there and talked and talked and talked. Had some really serious discussion ( i hoped it worked ) and then we realized EVERYBODY is continuing degree instead of the initial " i'll be changing course" " i'll be going overseas" hahahahaha i suppose its a good thing =) we'll all be together again except Caryi &amp;gt;.&amp;lt; and she didn't even come over to my house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways THANK YOU TO LIM YI WEN for bringing Pork Trotter Vinegar to my house ^^ she shocked me man, usually ppl come "bai nian" just bring two mandarin oranges, but she.....brought a whole pot of Pork Trotter Vinegar hahahaha really thoughtful of her la serious =) she knew i liked that and she brought that over for me &amp;lt;3 Love you Yi Wen! Oh and Qing, she brought this fabulous jar of cookies *hmmhmm* so delicious. I guess i have really thoughtful friends ^^love you too Qing! and to the others Ellen, Mich, Wen and Ariel.... Aiyo, bring yourself enough la, some more bring goodies lol but thanks for the chocolates and groundnuts and the humongous tin of kuih kapet =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xLzpmqDWZA8/Ty-4R46hqYI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/lAhnE3qs9Qo/s1600/IMG_0131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xLzpmqDWZA8/Ty-4R46hqYI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/lAhnE3qs9Qo/s320/IMG_0131.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705981870376855938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;AGM commencing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QzURgpdGlxg/Ty-4SC2isUI/AAAAAAAAAVY/ypQ9IivtAEI/s1600/IMG_0133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QzURgpdGlxg/Ty-4SC2isUI/AAAAAAAAAVY/ypQ9IivtAEI/s320/IMG_0133.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705981873044500802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pork Trotter Vinegar that Yi Wen brought, delicious sampai&lt;br /&gt;my mother chasing for recipe -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Gala time at home and discussion over pork trotter vinegar, we went to 1u to meet up with Andrea, she woke up late -.- so anyways, we had lunch at Dave's grill and bistro while we waited for Andrea. We shared our lunch as we were already too full from the porky delight Yi Wen brought.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HsNUvyrPF5A/Ty-4TTrTHAI/AAAAAAAAAV4/evogIeS616o/s1600/IMG_0136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HsNUvyrPF5A/Ty-4TTrTHAI/AAAAAAAAAV4/evogIeS616o/s320/IMG_0136.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705981894740614146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3WDBLm3g-Kk/Ty-4SS0gMdI/AAAAAAAAAVo/ORZ31tfN_eM/s1600/IMG_0135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3WDBLm3g-Kk/Ty-4SS0gMdI/AAAAAAAAAVo/ORZ31tfN_eM/s320/IMG_0135.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705981877330915794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally Andrea arrived at 2? i think...and we adjourned to Chili's since there got bottomless tostada chips so we can chit chat somemore lol had fun just chit chatting and catching up =)&lt;br /&gt;oh and we met with a special someone on that day ;) I think we scared the poor thing hahahaha and surprise surprise, I met Hui Hwa too who was just a few tables away, apparently she said i was talking too loudly -.- she recognize my voice immediately....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dhQTRqCV12Y/Ty-4TxzmePI/AAAAAAAAAWA/stYFmXYFWNY/s1600/IMG_0137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dhQTRqCV12Y/Ty-4TxzmePI/AAAAAAAAAWA/stYFmXYFWNY/s320/IMG_0137.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705981902828501234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The crazy girls and the awesome tostada chips ( bottomless le~)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Feb 4th- WongFu Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was feeling a lil lazy on Sat actually, hahaha but anyways i went there at about 3.30pm thinking it would be just nice since meet and greet is at 4.00pm.....mana tahu reach there only -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DV4V2xRuE_Q/Ty-6nDF5cnI/AAAAAAAAAWM/FP8HbBZiIvE/s1600/IMG_0138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DV4V2xRuE_Q/Ty-6nDF5cnI/AAAAAAAAAWM/FP8HbBZiIvE/s320/IMG_0138.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705984432909415026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Super long line ok?! the line was from Recezz all the way to Starbucks and it doesn't just end there. I was standing outside Starbucks -.- just to shake their hands. I head the people form the start of the line started waiting at 8.00am ( crazy meh? 4.00 only start wait from 8? siao!) &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vK_QTJf7tQA/Ty-6nSqPe5I/AAAAAAAAAWY/8O1J3jkmn7c/s1600/IMG_0140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vK_QTJf7tQA/Ty-6nSqPe5I/AAAAAAAAAWY/8O1J3jkmn7c/s320/IMG_0140.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705984437088385938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;They started the meet and greet session late, so yea, extra waiting hours....they wouldn't allow us to take a picture with them so i can only manage to take their picture from far far away :'(  and the sad thing is; Ted isn't here =/ it's not WongFu Productions without Ted. But on the bright side, since Ted isn't here, so they decided to come back again with Ted ^^&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i got to shake hands with the boys. Its sad i didn't like throw myself at them for a hug &amp;gt;.&amp;lt; i was so shy when i got up there i just shook hands and ciao-ed =.= I got an autographed poster of them =D am gonna laminate it hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mbq4MwGpcwI/Ty-6oltesNI/AAAAAAAAAW8/c5zUY91Deus/s1600/IMG_0146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mbq4MwGpcwI/Ty-6oltesNI/AAAAAAAAAW8/c5zUY91Deus/s320/IMG_0146.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705984459382108370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The number of ppl in the hall man.... imagine they only wanted&lt;br /&gt;to put us all into a 300pax LT come on man, 1800++ ppl showed up man!&lt;br /&gt;They totally underestimated us Malaysian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-csbLeBZGo1s/Ty-6oTNu9_I/AAAAAAAAAWw/KUas5G4clJc/s1600/IMG_0145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-csbLeBZGo1s/Ty-6oTNu9_I/AAAAAAAAAWw/KUas5G4clJc/s320/IMG_0145.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705984454417119218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The awesome gal i went with, don't know what&lt;br /&gt;i will do if i were to go alone =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AtCqhyoXtS8/Ty-6oL57_2I/AAAAAAAAAWk/eGnJMyjLtMI/s1600/IMG_0142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AtCqhyoXtS8/Ty-6oL57_2I/AAAAAAAAAWk/eGnJMyjLtMI/s320/IMG_0142.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705984452455038818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stage from where we were sitting =)&lt;br /&gt;not that far from the VIP ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;While i was looking for pictures, i found some pictures we took at Qing's BBQ party! ^^ Just thought that the pics look really great =) sweet memories...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qing's mom is like the coolest mom ever hahahaha she is like so YOUNG! anyways some group pictures we took and the last one is er....the two new maids my friend got, Dewi and Latisha ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ljv2PiGQsl8/Ty_m6SwqzyI/AAAAAAAAAXI/q4hKJsHjP78/s1600/Qing%2Bparty%2B1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4zvOK47bER8/Ty_m6ogCllI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/UTzGglnUt9E/s320/Qing%2Bparty%2B2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706033147880314450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ljv2PiGQsl8/Ty_m6SwqzyI/AAAAAAAAAXI/q4hKJsHjP78/s320/Qing%2Bparty%2B1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706033142044479266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZsnVe96hDPE/Ty_m666LdeI/AAAAAAAAAXg/hdeFRknEQwM/s1600/Qing%2Bparty%2B3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZsnVe96hDPE/Ty_m666LdeI/AAAAAAAAAXg/hdeFRknEQwM/s320/Qing%2Bparty%2B3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706033152821786082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, thats all i've got to update =) ciaos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990927484700748753-7217076822915584530?l=ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/feeds/7217076822915584530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990927484700748753&amp;postID=7217076822915584530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/7217076822915584530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/7217076822915584530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/2012/02/updates.html' title='Updates...'/><author><name>vicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03544937296438123618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xLzpmqDWZA8/Ty-4R46hqYI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/lAhnE3qs9Qo/s72-c/IMG_0131.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990927484700748753.post-493251333802957992</id><published>2012-01-19T06:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T06:50:57.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thank you to everybody who made yesterday a memorable birthday for me =) It was another successful surprise b'day party after my 18th birthday... darn, you guys really collaborate with my mother &amp;gt;.&amp;lt; last time oso like that hahahahaa but seriously thank you guys, namely Jian Yong, Marcus, Huey Teck, Luke, Ethel, Abby, Priscilla, Kar Loke, Yat Hong, Melvin, Sean K, Ping Er and Wenyi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, Marcus was very suspicious hahahaha but all suspicion was gone when he sent me back home...i was like " ok this is it, no more, I'm home now" and then i saw my poor dog tied up, and heard VOICES! and then i was like " shit" and yea...it was a pleasant surprise hahaahaha and they were so meticulous to hide their shoes behind my house. Cleverheads =/ I was caught so off guard that i felt my face went hot and i sweated throughout the whole ordeal hahahaha and the house being so warm with so many ppl + the cake with 20 candles made me sweat even more. And though i felt really touch and grateful, i can only stand there lamely and say a stupid "thank you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, words cannot describe how touched and grateful i felt at that moment. If i could only draw a cartoon, I would be the largest character hugging everybody all at once in my embrace =')&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Abby for making the homemade cake, and Mel who bought fake champagne hahaha and Marcus who bought me another slice of cake, and the rest of you who made my day just by your attendance =) I'm super sorry i'm not a good host heh heh heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways we went to Nandos after that and i took some pics, i don't have much pictures since everything is with Marcus, so yea these are just a few.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AaP6XutTksE/TxgrqX-5mHI/AAAAAAAAAU4/mjQEENtoJ2o/s1600/IMG_0122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AaP6XutTksE/TxgrqX-5mHI/AAAAAAAAAU4/mjQEENtoJ2o/s320/IMG_0122.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699353335429699698" border="0" /&gt;The gang at Nandos &lt;/a&gt;( college mates were another table)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AaP6XutTksE/TxgrqX-5mHI/AAAAAAAAAU4/mjQEENtoJ2o/s1600/IMG_0122.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YDMUAbvE1UY/Txgrp55GCBI/AAAAAAAAAUs/ZSa56T6aA34/s1600/IMG_0120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YDMUAbvE1UY/Txgrp55GCBI/AAAAAAAAAUs/ZSa56T6aA34/s320/IMG_0120.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699353327352285202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The food we ordered =) 5 ppl sharing hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uTpQfuqd98I/Txgrq8t9TsI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Kdp13njwNqI/s1600/IMG_0121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uTpQfuqd98I/Txgrq8t9TsI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Kdp13njwNqI/s320/IMG_0121.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699353345290751682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The 3rd piece of cake which was suppose to be on my face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I really thank God for such awesome friends, I really feel blessed.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to Qing and Wen too for offering Dim Sum breakfast ( sorry la got helper at home, nobody jaga so i yang kena la)  and Huey Teck again for lunch and yet another cake hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;It was an eventful week, though its not over yet =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh...I love my friends.............*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990927484700748753-493251333802957992?l=ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/feeds/493251333802957992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990927484700748753&amp;postID=493251333802957992' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/493251333802957992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/493251333802957992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/2012/01/thank-you-to-everybody-who-made.html' title=''/><author><name>vicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03544937296438123618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AaP6XutTksE/TxgrqX-5mHI/AAAAAAAAAU4/mjQEENtoJ2o/s72-c/IMG_0122.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990927484700748753.post-1073525864550128363</id><published>2012-01-17T06:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T07:51:12.848-08:00</updated><title type='text'>=)</title><content type='html'>Tuesday 17th Jan....WFP ticketing counter at Taylor's Lakeside! YEAH~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was initially gonna forsake the chance to line up as I had a meeting at 10 and another appointment at 9.30, but then in the end i ended up lining up to purchase tickets since someone from the meeting wanted to buy tickets too! hahahahaha XD overjoyed! The main plan was to reach college at 7, sleep at 24/7 then line up to buy tickets ( yea...that crazy) BUT the night before i was thinking what the heck, i have responsibilities, cannot line up =( so in the end i went to college at 9.00.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goodness....the line was sooooooooooooooooo long &amp;gt;.&amp;lt; couldn't resist, had to take a look before i went for the meeting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aX_uPUcza8U/TxWP2nIG5eI/AAAAAAAAATk/us9maw_envU/s1600/IMG_0114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aX_uPUcza8U/TxWP2nIG5eI/AAAAAAAAATk/us9maw_envU/s320/IMG_0114.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698619071885927906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OK, maybe this pic does not do the line justice, but it was sooo long&lt;br /&gt;from chatime until the gift shop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway, there were two lines, one for Taylor's student ( 10% discount) and the other for the public. Both lines were equally long -.- and since my decision of purchasing the tickets were pretty much last minute, i was at the end of the line. Double boo hoo...&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, while I was lining up, I bump into the friends that i met at Sg Wang hahhaaha so basically i cut queue and lined up with her at the public line, ( i think she waited since 8 a.m. so thata y she was WAAAAAAAYYYYYYYY up front) and i helped my other friend who teman me ponteng meeting to buy another 3 tickets, i let go the discount as it was wasting precious meeting time and also what if the tickets sold out?  so yea..... I GOT MY TICKET!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_k7nq0jMa2M/TxWSI5XJsQI/AAAAAAAAATw/O3RMDvyMSJI/s1600/IMG_0115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_k7nq0jMa2M/TxWSI5XJsQI/AAAAAAAAATw/O3RMDvyMSJI/s320/IMG_0115.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698621585041764610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Though not VIP, but aw come on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently the organizing committee has decided to book a larger LT or maybe they were planning to book the MPH therefore everybody has tickets, which means even if today i don't get the tickets, i could just write down my name, pay the money and get the tickets on the day itself -.- but anyway it was the journey that counts hahahahaha and though i didn't get VIP ( which entitles the fans to molest hands and hug the boys *jealous*  and also to have brunch on Sunday with the boys *double jealous* ) its alright coz i will be able to see them from far far away.....hahahaha still better than nothing la =) Thanks to my friend Ben who teman me to ponteng meeting and Ili who helped me jump queue hahaha super sorry, but am seriously really greatful! There is this other girl, Yimei, omg everywhere she goes, she gets ppl to help her buy tickets, straight away introduces herself and starts chatting away hahahaha....thats how i met her anyways, by helping her purchase VIP tickets at Sg Wang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, while i was taking a pic of my lovely ticket, i conveniently took pictures of something my friends gave me while i was in Genting lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jFIo7910Tok/TxWWRQKIdeI/AAAAAAAAAUU/2PHB1XwGhMM/s1600/IMG_0118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jFIo7910Tok/TxWWRQKIdeI/AAAAAAAAAUU/2PHB1XwGhMM/s320/IMG_0118.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698626126646638050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RuTpsp9qUKE/TxWWQtQ4zVI/AAAAAAAAAUM/KejCUR-F_qQ/s1600/IMG_0117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RuTpsp9qUKE/TxWWQtQ4zVI/AAAAAAAAAUM/KejCUR-F_qQ/s320/IMG_0117.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698626117279731026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c4VrfSFRB0s/TxWWQXaJr2I/AAAAAAAAAT8/ewaPGhaA4Bw/s1600/IMG_0116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c4VrfSFRB0s/TxWWQXaJr2I/AAAAAAAAAT8/ewaPGhaA4Bw/s320/IMG_0116.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698626111413006178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;P vs Z man....where to find la, super cute can? He went to China and brought back this whole bunch of P vs Z keychains man, there were many cute ones, but they were all savaged by my friends -.- i was too slow, but still not bad la, i like the cabbage ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3BeAMv368q0/TxWWRqRZCgI/AAAAAAAAAUg/7WzrmtnkzsY/s1600/IMG_0119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3BeAMv368q0/TxWWRqRZCgI/AAAAAAAAAUg/7WzrmtnkzsY/s320/IMG_0119.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698626133656406530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My other friend went to Korea, and she bought all the ji muis nail clippers and hand lotion, and omg, the hand lotion i believe have forbidden substances inside. Maybe its made of poppy fragrance or Estacy made into cream i don't know, but a person like me who seldom apply hand lotion surprisingly apply it faithfully everyday.....I surprise myself sometimes. Maybe its the packaging hahahah look very cute and convenient but whatever la har.... Thank you so much Wen ^^ and Sean K =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990927484700748753-1073525864550128363?l=ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/feeds/1073525864550128363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990927484700748753&amp;postID=1073525864550128363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/1073525864550128363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/1073525864550128363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/2012/01/blog-post.html' title='=)'/><author><name>vicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03544937296438123618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aX_uPUcza8U/TxWP2nIG5eI/AAAAAAAAATk/us9maw_envU/s72-c/IMG_0114.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990927484700748753.post-8611754350591451636</id><published>2012-01-14T07:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T07:57:37.254-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WFP</title><content type='html'>Today was a really frustrating day. You know the feeling of so near and yet so far? Yea that's what happened to me, I was lining up to purchase tickets for Wong Fu Productions? And I was just in front of the counter and the counter closed in front of me -.- 2 hours of waiting for nothing and going all the way to Sg Wang too! @$?!@&amp;#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, while I was lining up, it's actually fun to hear ppl around you talking :) since everybody came with somebody, and I'm the only sad soul who came alone,so i started eavesdropping on everybody's conversation. It's really interesting just listening to ppl talk, and though I have no informant since I came alone and I couldn't just leave the line to check out what's going on in the lines in front of me, I benefitted frm the informants my fellow line mates sent out HAHAHAHA can't blame me, they talked rather loudly. Anyway after lining up for about an hour, I started making friends, and we started talking and talking and now we have decided to camp in college just to get tickets to WFP on Tuesday, not bad huh? These bunch of ppl are awesome and friendly. I never knew I could make friends in such a manner hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I've never been to a concert ever b4, so I've never stood in a line for so long before. It's not as if I'm a humongous fan of WFP but it's one of my dream to attend SOMETHiNG before I turn 21, and age is catching up on me :/ so I have to go. But looks like I have to forsake this chance too, so many things to do on Tuesday, don't think I can line up to purchase tickets. Haih.... Sad fate&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990927484700748753-8611754350591451636?l=ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/feeds/8611754350591451636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990927484700748753&amp;postID=8611754350591451636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/8611754350591451636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/8611754350591451636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/2012/01/wfp.html' title='WFP'/><author><name>vicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03544937296438123618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990927484700748753.post-2909490021987033168</id><published>2011-12-31T07:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T07:36:53.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New years eve</title><content type='html'>Am currently sitting in chocolate@curve updating my blog because it's just too boring -.- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've came to realize something &lt;br /&gt;1) I don't really enjoy countdown as there are just toooooooooooo many people. I mean I love the fireworks and all, but I don't like crowded places like this :/ and all those aerosol cans... Make u sick @.@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) new year could really bring unity among people. It's like a club in the streets. Lol people jumping, having fun listening to music regardless of religion and race woah... Amazing. Wish I could be like them, so hip and happening but unfortunately, not my thing... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR 2012 MY DEAR FRIENDS :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990927484700748753-2909490021987033168?l=ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/feeds/2909490021987033168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990927484700748753&amp;postID=2909490021987033168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/2909490021987033168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/2909490021987033168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/2011/12/new-years-eve.html' title='New years eve'/><author><name>vicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03544937296438123618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990927484700748753.post-5048872675963145517</id><published>2011-12-25T17:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T18:50:12.329-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Phew!</title><content type='html'>3 days of consecutive events are finally over, not that I dread it, but it was indeed quite tiring. Nevertheless, I had an awesome time =D I've never spent christmas like this year before in my life. My friends took away my firsts lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23rd&lt;br /&gt;On the 23rd, we had a dinner at our house and my mom invited my uncle and his family over to eat. Fulamak, too much food all cannot finish. We didn't eat Tang Yuan because the winter solstice was on 22nd and my mom said " eating Tang Yuan after winter solstice has no meaning" =.=  zha dou, but i ate my share on the 22nd la, so not bad hahahaha in fact the Tang Yuan was free! Given complimentary by an ex-school mate who has a stall in the morning market ;) lucky me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24th- Ariel's failed surprise birthday party&lt;br /&gt;This one quite fail la...but it seems everything I organize sure fail wan, somehow...&lt;br /&gt;1 Utama was like SUPER jam, and there wasn't any parking.Unlike my friends who have to wait and go rounds for 40 minutes to find parking,  lucky me again, didn't have to wait long for my parking, an aunty showed me to her car and gave me her parking space hahahaha she even tabik a few times, nice aunty la, God bless her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually reached there at 12.15 ( 1.00pm was the proposed surprise) and i bought an awesome cake of dark chocolate with scotch whiskey with me to BBQ chicken ;) I reserved the place and put the cake into the fridge. Only Jia Wen was on time as the rest was stuck in the jam in the parking. So anyway though i have arrived, i lied to Ariel saying it was very "jam" and needed time hahahaha so she bought the story and we manage to delay til 1.20 when everyone arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently she knew there was a "party" as Ellen ( thank you very much -.-) sms-ed Ariel " see you tomorrow" the night b4. so yea not so surprise anymore, but i really appreciate everyone for coming as everybody else is on vacation, so for the people who came, thank you veli much! as without you guys, my event sure fail again, seriously thank you for not ffk-ing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25th&lt;br /&gt;Christmas day!! Went to church to take care of the kids for the first time after 1 month as i have taken leave due to my final exams, I miss them so much, put a smile on my face all through service. As the adults have their own service, the kids had a christmas party. One good thing about being a teacher/helper is that you get to eat the food that the kids bring hahahahaha and then the kids will chat away with you telling you about their holidays and everything =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After church, we went to my mom's friends open house, makan-makan, watch some TV, eat somemore then we went home. After that i went to my friend's house for BBQ. It was nice to catch up with my friends, though we didn't see each other for only like 1 week? But yes, we had a lot of fun and laughter, we camwhored, we BBQ-ed, Qing's mom was sporting and awesome! hahahaha and we watched a marathon of cartoons. So ngam all oso cartoon -.- we started off with " How to Train a Dragon" to " Shrek Forever After" to "tangled" and then we all went home at 11.30pm. It was my first time spending christmas outside home and in fact the whole day, one event after the other =) it was a fun experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, i have to get busy preparing for my cookie business =/ seriously la...24 hours is not enough&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990927484700748753-5048872675963145517?l=ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/feeds/5048872675963145517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990927484700748753&amp;postID=5048872675963145517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/5048872675963145517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/5048872675963145517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/2011/12/phew.html' title='Phew!'/><author><name>vicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03544937296438123618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990927484700748753.post-1558571612011072330</id><published>2011-12-20T06:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T07:04:36.044-08:00</updated><title type='text'>outings</title><content type='html'>All the outings are finally lined up after finals.... there are just so many outings i don't know if my mom could cope with it hahahahhaha i think she is going to nag me, its like one week 2-3 outings for a few weeks and then suddenly one BIG outing which is to go Genting with my ji mui, and even in Genting have a mini meet up with my ex-colleague, so its like an outing within an outing hahaaha then there is Christmas presentations to go to, Tania's b'day, bringing my brother out since he will be back for Christmas, baking cookies for chinese new year....omg i'm basically just pure busy til next year, and the moment i'm free, my friend just got me a job so yea @.@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i feel like how do people who has a huge social life even cope? i mean my social life is small, but still i have a lil difficulty coping, sometimes i wonder " where do these people get the money from? where do they get the time?" Well not that i'm complaining, i love my friends, and i really appreciate them for still inviting me even though i put them down ever so often =) but when i think of people who has a big social life? my greatest admiration goes all out to them man...but this month, i'm gonna splurge, coz next year i will be working my ass off =D so yea, next outing on the list Ariel's b'day ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990927484700748753-1558571612011072330?l=ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/feeds/1558571612011072330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990927484700748753&amp;postID=1558571612011072330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/1558571612011072330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/1558571612011072330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/2011/12/outings.html' title='outings'/><author><name>vicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03544937296438123618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990927484700748753.post-4721720444790476597</id><published>2011-12-15T05:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T05:24:10.421-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams are officially over!!</title><content type='html'>Finally diploma is over, that was a real quick 2 years! *phew* &lt;br /&gt;Though I did not do very well during my finals but at least it is done and over with. I'm actually quite afraid to know my results tomorrow :/ but what's done is done, we can't turn back the clock haih... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after collecting my results I'll be going straight to Johor to visit my brother :) got lots of shopping to do since I've been quarantining myself for the past month studying for finals hahaha lots of outings to plan and lots of books for me to catch up on ^^ and I'll be looking for a job too, 3 months worth of holiday can't be spent at home 24/7, I'll die. Got to start spring cleaning my room too! Ish...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990927484700748753-4721720444790476597?l=ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/feeds/4721720444790476597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990927484700748753&amp;postID=4721720444790476597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/4721720444790476597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/4721720444790476597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/2011/12/exam-officially-over.html' title='Exams are officially over!!'/><author><name>vicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03544937296438123618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990927484700748753.post-6658773871826094872</id><published>2011-12-05T07:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T08:14:35.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its the exam week</title><content type='html'>Sigh... Finals are finally here, it feels like just yesterday I started my journey on this course, and now it's gonna end soon. And yes stress is piling up &gt;.&lt; sucks man... 6 subjects in a day... Another 6 the following day, bahasa Malaysia the next ( yes I hv to take this exam, I thought it was over after form 5, now I know y ppl say BM haunts u) and then after that practicals for 3 more days and PSR presentations... Damn just typing it scares the living daylights outta me :( anyway its going to be over in 10 days.. Yeah! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like how messy my table looks, makes me feel and look busy HAHAHA feeling very smart right now XD&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-GsvuQwNTqE8/TtzqS3BlQxI/AAAAAAAAATY/g1wz0j0P5QY/s640/blogger-image--1551328385.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-GsvuQwNTqE8/TtzqS3BlQxI/AAAAAAAAATY/g1wz0j0P5QY/s640/blogger-image--1551328385.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990927484700748753-6658773871826094872?l=ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/feeds/6658773871826094872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990927484700748753&amp;postID=6658773871826094872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/6658773871826094872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/6658773871826094872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/2011/12/it-exam-week.html' title='Its the exam week'/><author><name>vicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03544937296438123618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-GsvuQwNTqE8/TtzqS3BlQxI/AAAAAAAAATY/g1wz0j0P5QY/s72-c/blogger-image--1551328385.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990927484700748753.post-1837480595797723876</id><published>2011-11-21T04:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T04:01:39.574-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Do you know the feeling of wanting to tell someone something yet you don't want the person to directly know, but you don't want to secretly write it out either but yet you don't want the whole world to know too? @.@ confusing but i feel like that right now... Feel like grabbing a stranger and blab everything out from A-Z and then part ways like nothing happened. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990927484700748753-1837480595797723876?l=ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/feeds/1837480595797723876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990927484700748753&amp;postID=1837480595797723876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/1837480595797723876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/1837480595797723876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/2011/11/do-you-know-feeling-of-wanting-to-tell.html' title=''/><author><name>vicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03544937296438123618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990927484700748753.post-7201794058433183938</id><published>2011-10-31T07:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T07:37:30.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've got something so say...</title><content type='html'>you know when you are stuck in a jam, and you've got nothing else to do but to think, and think and think? yea, so i've got a piece of my mind that i would like to share, and hopefully in the future when i look back, i would be able to laugh at myself. But right here, right now, this is my mentality....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i dun understand why some people only cherish a person once the person is gone and has moved on in life =/ i suppose they only know what is important once they've lost it. It like when you don't know what to eat, and you are staring at the menu? and then you eenie meenie minee mo on the menu and your finger lands on a dish? suddenly you feel very clear on what you want to eat and choose something other than the dish that your finger was pointing at -.- ok maybe it's a lil different, but still.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2&lt;br /&gt;I also fail to understand, why can't a person share his problems to the girl he likes? i mean like, sure you say " oh, i don't want her to worry about me" don't cow shit me la ok? how would you feel if the situation is the other way round? Its as if the whole world knows except you, and it sucks to find out from another person. Come on la, confide in each other, it's through this that builds trust, then only the girl will feel secure with you ma...haih... you think following the shows make you heroic meh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3&lt;br /&gt;whats the point of telling her friends how much you  love her, describing and writing poems TO HER FRIENDS but not telling her a single thing? what, you expect her to be a private investigator and look through her friend's inbox and IM to find out? Tell her la~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haih...if couples dun suffer from all this, life would be so much smoother, but NO...all this has to happen, like that life only got "drama" ma .... oh well... so basically that is what a girl thinks, i might not represent ALL girls, but in the end i'm still a girl, so i count as well. You can either take it or leave it, laugh at it or take it seriously =)  Just my humble opinion&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990927484700748753-7201794058433183938?l=ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/feeds/7201794058433183938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990927484700748753&amp;postID=7201794058433183938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/7201794058433183938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/7201794058433183938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/2011/10/ive-got-something-so-say.html' title='I&apos;ve got something so say...'/><author><name>vicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03544937296438123618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990927484700748753.post-5994637629093067372</id><published>2011-10-28T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T18:51:28.002-08:00</updated><title type='text'>something for everyone</title><content type='html'>Have you heard of the saying " Don't judge a book by it's cover"? but no matter how "high" our moral ground is, you still can't help but to judge people, come on, we ARE humans after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i'm not sure if you do this, but there are times when i'm walking in a mall, and i see this really weird looking couple, like probably one being attractive but the other being the exact opposite, i tend to go " wah, like that oso got people want ar?" ok, i know i'm being mean ( and i know some of you do too, just that you guys don't say it out) but please hear me out, or rather in this case read me out hahahaha sounds wrong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it occurred to me, what you are has made you who you are today. You know sometimes you see a really attractive girl? and her attitude is like a total b*tch? and then you wonder, what does her boyfriend sees in her? is he blind or something? And then you see this really attractive guy going out with a nerdy girl with 0% fashion sense, and you'll be like WTH?! Like i said, what you are has made you who you are today. If you are born unattractive, somehow that has molded you into who you are today, you'll probably be very humble and simple minded who don't expect much out of life. If it were the other way round, you'll probably be stuck-up, arrogant and expect to have more in a partner ( not stereotyping, i do have attractive friends who are really nice ^^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i'm trying to say is, it all boils down to personality, who says only the cute and attractive ones gets a life partner? Does that mean all ugly ppl will die alone? NO! Out there, there is definitely someone for everyone, nobody is ugly, everybody is beautiful in some way, it doesn't necessarily need to be your appearance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990927484700748753-5994637629093067372?l=ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/feeds/5994637629093067372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990927484700748753&amp;postID=5994637629093067372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/5994637629093067372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/5994637629093067372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/2011/10/something-for-everyone.html' title='something for everyone'/><author><name>vicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03544937296438123618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990927484700748753.post-1288870480078121015</id><published>2011-10-15T08:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T08:46:02.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O.o</title><content type='html'>Was blowing my hair this morning and then I suddenly realised I like the way I look when I'm not wearing spectacles and contact lenses. Then it hit me, life is like that, life is beautiful when u know just enough, knowing too much just ruins it. Just that blurry image makes u contented. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt like a philosopher this morning man, must be the hair dryer helping me connect my brain cells :) &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990927484700748753-1288870480078121015?l=ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/feeds/1288870480078121015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990927484700748753&amp;postID=1288870480078121015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/1288870480078121015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/1288870480078121015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/2011/10/oo.html' title='O.o'/><author><name>vicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03544937296438123618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990927484700748753.post-2807960007188926491</id><published>2011-09-28T09:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T09:11:41.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Living in another world</title><content type='html'>Don't you think it's nice to be an actress/ actor? You get to try out different professions, you don't have to stick to it, and the best part is, you don't have to study for it! You can be a doctor, you can be a lawyer; just slowly trying out occupations without actually going through the real stress, and even if there is an obstacle in "life", you will know at the end of the day, everything is going to be alright. You get to live a life that people all want to have, the perfect boyfriend, the perfect father figure, everything is perfect. You get to kiss cute guys too! *sigh* It's nice living in a movie :) it's a fairytale everybody wants to live in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It gives you false hope, creates high expectation (especially for the guys)and  it has somehow made it's way into our society, transforming people making people believe that "yes, this is the way people should behave, dress up or look" the power of the media.... So magnificently great...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990927484700748753-2807960007188926491?l=ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/feeds/2807960007188926491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990927484700748753&amp;postID=2807960007188926491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/2807960007188926491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/2807960007188926491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/2011/09/living-in-another-world.html' title='Living in another world'/><author><name>vicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03544937296438123618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990927484700748753.post-758425532969351280</id><published>2011-09-10T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T07:14:50.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm getting baptized !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2mxi4qISKEU/Tmtq-4lmqOI/AAAAAAAAATI/CvOLUG1fgCU/s1600/baptism-image-only.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2mxi4qISKEU/Tmtq-4lmqOI/AAAAAAAAATI/CvOLUG1fgCU/s320/baptism-image-only.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650727786040961250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'll be getting water baptized tomorrow after 19 years of being a christian. And the funny thing is, I didn't get water baptized earlier was because I was afraid of sharing a testimony and also at that time, I didn't really had much of a testimony to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it was like this, even though i was born into a christian family, but i have always taken God for granted, going to church was a ritual/routine/an obligation, and back then i was "blind" all that God has blessed me with was taken for granted. It was until i was in form 5 that i started to experience His presence in my life. I suppose it was thanks to Marcus for inspiring me to fast for a week when prayer emphasis week came about. Though we were suppose to fast for a month, but we choose to fast for a week. I fasted lunch heh heh ( lost 2KG in a week man dun play play)  it was after that, that made me "see" alot of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember applying/writing in to Taylor's for a partial scholarship, and then i prayed that i would get that scholarship, however the Lord saw greater things for me and granted me full scholarship after registering in Taylor's. He helped me with my interview, gave me confidence, sometimes when i think back, i would wonder, why did Taylor's choose me? there were so many potential applicants, why me? for me the interview was like trying my luck, even if i dun get it, i would at least gain some experience that kind of thing. (but i still prayed hard for it though)But then surprisingly i got it, so i really thank God for it =) The angels must have brain washed the judges, whispering in their ears all the time hahaha coz one of the judges was my lecturer, and i was bared from entering his class coz i was late &amp;gt;.&amp;lt; how could he still have a good impression on me? anyways,  i still have alot of testimonies to testify but i think i will bore you. However i'm sure of one thing, the starting point was the fasting, and then i started to join heart shapers, in which i though i would be going to shape the kids hearts to be little warriors for the Lord, but instead of me shaping their hearts, they have in turn shaped my heart. I've realised that my faith in him has grown, and I see Him working in my life more often. And now, i'm taking this step to follow Jesus in his footsteps and to be a real christian. Though i won't be the BEST christian, as i still don't do alot of religious stuff normal christians do, but i know that changes are going to occur after this first step, and i'm gonna be ready to embrace it =) Amen!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990927484700748753-758425532969351280?l=ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/feeds/758425532969351280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990927484700748753&amp;postID=758425532969351280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/758425532969351280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/758425532969351280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/2011/09/im-getting-baptized.html' title='I&apos;m getting baptized !'/><author><name>vicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03544937296438123618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2mxi4qISKEU/Tmtq-4lmqOI/AAAAAAAAATI/CvOLUG1fgCU/s72-c/baptism-image-only.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990927484700748753.post-6202303615395818191</id><published>2011-09-05T06:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T07:19:32.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bling bling</title><content type='html'>I've learnt something very valuable just by making a decision of eating out with a bunch of new found friends. I've realized that it is good to step out of your comfort zone, to try new things and to reach new horizons. My mum told me once " wah you ar always mixing with the wrong group, either you are always eating out with the aunties ( not really aunties la, just that they are a few 10 years more senior than me thats all) or you are mixing around with the kids (referring to the church kids which i'm volunteering to keep an eye on), why aren't you mixing around with people with your own age? why not you change ministry and join the choir or something so you can meet people your age?" So yesterday, i finally went out with "people my age" to eat lunch. Doesn't sound like a feat? it is to me, coz i don't know many people in my church apart from my batch of CW friends whom i lost touch with since i always sit with my mom during sermons and probably just a few aunties who would accommodate in the children's ministry. So yea, when my friend asked me out, i was a tad skeptical about going, but then i decided it is time i get out of my comfort zone. And i was glad i did. We chatted over lunch and i learnt something from this guy, he definitely has live his daily life to the fullest. He didn't let money get into his way when it comes to experiencing new things, in his case its sports, and its extreme sports type. Sometimes i wonder, what is pulling me back? you only live life once, but then again, i'm not living in a world that revolves around me, there are people's feelings that i need to consider, easier said than done *sigh* but then he said something which i thought was true, he said " opportunities are out there, it is whether you want to grab them or not, if you search for it, you will surly find it" FULAMAK! so true man, ever since then, i start to look at things differently. Everything becomes an opportunity and not an obstacle, and i realized i was more willing to go head on with things instead of thinking of all the negative things it would bring before even trying, and sometimes these negative thoughts of mine would lead me to not go at all and missing out on great events. Overall through that lunch, i've met 2 more new friends, i suppose it was me all along not wanting to open up to people, they were actually quite friendly hahaha new stepping stone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, the heads on decision was actually about today's audition introduced by Jian Yong. And i'm glad i made that decision, i met a few more new people today =))) who knows what more new horizons are awaiting me? Oh, and yes, in every group, there's bound to be a glue that bonds other friends together. In high school it was Houyi, in college it was Wenyi and in church it is Joshua =) and he will NEVER see this lol but i'm really grateful to these "glues", they are the reason i got closer to friends and get to know more friends =) so THANK YOU!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990927484700748753-6202303615395818191?l=ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/feeds/6202303615395818191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990927484700748753&amp;postID=6202303615395818191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/6202303615395818191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/6202303615395818191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/2011/09/bling-bling.html' title='bling bling'/><author><name>vicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03544937296438123618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990927484700748753.post-1185477666378524690</id><published>2011-08-08T05:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T05:55:58.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alert!!</title><content type='html'>OMG today Jack Neo and his crew were in my college filming! Shawn Lee and Joshua Ang T.T didn't get to see them.....was too chicken to go near the filming site, was excited just to know the fact that they were there in my college hahahaha. Anyway went and visit Joyce at Chatime, she was the first one who posted on facebook that Jack Neo was in Lakeside. That lucky girl took a picture with the hottie too &amp;gt;.&amp;lt; jealous sial.... anyway, was happy to see her, haven't seen her since she transferred school to catholic high =/ so we chatted a while and apparently that smart girl is going to further her studies majoring in medicine. Gosh..smart kid, don't know many friends who take up medicine lo, i really respect people who take medicines, don't know how their brains can handle all those science hahahaha maybe i'm just stupid. But these are the REAL people who works in hospitals. Tired of people asking me what course i take and when i say "hospitality" they ask " oh you become nurse ar?"  =.=" ZHA DOU &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990927484700748753-1185477666378524690?l=ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/feeds/1185477666378524690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990927484700748753&amp;postID=1185477666378524690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/1185477666378524690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/1185477666378524690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/2011/08/alert.html' title='Alert!!'/><author><name>vicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03544937296438123618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990927484700748753.post-953926865885403111</id><published>2011-08-07T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T06:45:58.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally!</title><content type='html'>Heh finally i am free enough to blog. I bet Magdalene has been waiting for this post for a long time til i think she finally gave up on checking in every day and night =P The minute i told her i wanted to blog about it she waited AHAHAHAHAHAA anyway this is why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TAADAA~!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nzH7UheV0ak/Tj6VNgvB2dI/AAAAAAAAATA/AdWdCGoIphE/s1600/185895_10150094857288026_546798025_6269858_6692403_s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nzH7UheV0ak/Tj6VNgvB2dI/AAAAAAAAATA/AdWdCGoIphE/s320/185895_10150094857288026_546798025_6269858_6692403_s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638107842872465874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UHYdPV1vXdM/Tj6UbIX57II/AAAAAAAAASo/_-TxlDSFU6U/s1600/WeiMae.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 251px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UHYdPV1vXdM/Tj6UbIX57II/AAAAAAAAASo/_-TxlDSFU6U/s320/WeiMae.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638106977339567234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not bad right? My dear friend Magdalene drew this for me, after seeing the sketch i finally knew why ppl calls me Aunty, hahahaha the rims of my glasses is at the middle of my eyes...isn't she so talented? i didn't know she could draw lol hidden talent...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I somehow always manage to make myself look ugly, i mean since i'm already ugly, why not just go all the way right? hahaha so i make a fool out of myself most of the time. like so....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eGakJGYMycY/Tj6UbOAVTaI/AAAAAAAAASw/x30nInJK_Is/s1600/269480_10150253014124346_754439345_7037718_3010804_s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eGakJGYMycY/Tj6UbOAVTaI/AAAAAAAAASw/x30nInJK_Is/s320/269480_10150253014124346_754439345_7037718_3010804_s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638106978851311010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4uiBx9eopjI/Tj6UbWLeC5I/AAAAAAAAAS4/jGmNMte-cnU/s1600/250389_10150272632237612_753147611_7625748_5677713_s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4uiBx9eopjI/Tj6UbWLeC5I/AAAAAAAAAS4/jGmNMte-cnU/s320/250389_10150272632237612_753147611_7625748_5677713_s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638106981045504914" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, this post is dedicated to Magdalene, THANK YOU SO MUCH!! sorry for the late post, i know you have been waiting ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: come to think about it, i've never earned myself a spot in any of my friend's blog =/ i suppose what goes around comes around? or rather how you treat them is directly proportionate to how they will treat you inturn? anyways what the heck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990927484700748753-953926865885403111?l=ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/feeds/953926865885403111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990927484700748753&amp;postID=953926865885403111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/953926865885403111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/953926865885403111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/2011/08/finally.html' title='Finally!'/><author><name>vicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03544937296438123618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nzH7UheV0ak/Tj6VNgvB2dI/AAAAAAAAATA/AdWdCGoIphE/s72-c/185895_10150094857288026_546798025_6269858_6692403_s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990927484700748753.post-4762026942897372731</id><published>2011-07-05T06:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T07:03:49.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Othello</title><content type='html'>Haih...if only the people of the earth are all naive, the world would be a better place to live in. Perhaps maybe not naive but have high moral values and integrity which they actually practice in their daily lives, only then the world would be a better place to live in. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Think about it, we (the students) are like the white pieces on the Othello board going into society and experiencing the REAL world after we graduate. Our society here is like the black piece of the Othello board. This is why i mentioned the statement above. We, being fresh out of college, having brought with us our moral value from high school/college and going out into the "world" thinking that the world is a great place, we should help people in need, and usually when we ourselves help others, we would think others would do the same to us. Well...apparently that's naive.  Many times, a white piece goes into the world, and subsequently turned into a black piece. Let's give 2 examples:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;a colleague (A) asked to borrow money from another colleague (B) saying that he needs the money badly as he is broke, so B borrowed A quite an amount of money, thinking that helping friends in need is a virtue right? And after a few weeks, A disappeared, and the money could not be recovered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I would be the perfect subject for the 2nd example. Last time my car "broke down" on me while on my way home, so while i waited for my brother to come, a man approached me and offered help. It was naive of me to think that this "good" samaritan was actually there to help me. I didn't ask for help, yet he came and do nothing and demanded for money =.= what happened to sincerely helping someone in need? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There, with this two examples,  i can finally say that after these things happen to the white pieces, they too tend to turn into black pieces so as to defend themselves form these greedy people. So when another colleague is really in dire need of money, these same people would not borrow a single to this other colleague. And when the whole world becomes black pieces, everybody would be selfish, greedy, cautious, and tend to be mean. Look at what has become of this world...A guy brought a lost boy back to his home, yet this guy who was being nice was charged as being a pedophile and put into jail. It's really sad...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the brighter side, I see the younger generation changing, twice i was being sincerely helped by a total stranger when my friend's car tyre punctured, so i really hope that these people will not be corrupted by society and continue to touch lives =) and i do hope that i will have the tolerance to continue to sincerely help others in need even if people will think i'm stupid or gullible. I really want to make a difference, Gandhi said " &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;be the change you want to see in the world&lt;/span&gt;" and hopefully i can do it one human at a time.    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990927484700748753-4762026942897372731?l=ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/feeds/4762026942897372731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990927484700748753&amp;postID=4762026942897372731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/4762026942897372731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/4762026942897372731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/2011/07/othello.html' title='Othello'/><author><name>vicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03544937296438123618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990927484700748753.post-2159719502783501731</id><published>2011-06-23T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T20:27:47.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Free at last!</title><content type='html'>Just ended my industrial training yesterday so basically i am FREE!!! I can wake up late, sleep late, catch up on my dramas, facebook ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am definitely going to miss the people at EEST, it will be an experience i shall never forget. Initially they plan to throw me into the pond, but i knew they wouldn't dare =P but i brought back up clothes just in case hahahaha I suppose i was pampered on my last day, with treats from everybody, I got a vanilla milkshake by Yap who sacrificed his rest time to personally make a milkshake for me, then i got a sushi platter by the japanese chef Yuan, everybody said the platter that i had wasn't even served in EEST and commented that guest didn't even have the privilege to makan that platter hahaha but i suppose even the guest won't get hidden chunks of wasabi hidden in the last sushi -.-'' makan sampai nangis o~ I initially suspected something, but since the first 4 pieces was safe, i assumed the last one would be too, mana tahu.....&amp;gt;.&amp;lt; And then after that i got a tiramisu from Prego, the real stuff which according to Kent sends orgasms into the mouth -.- and yes the tiramisu has alcohol in it, so it definitely taste better than the tiramisu made by pastry ( pastry punya halal ma..) And one last thing, omg... i collected my own cake and i didn't even know it. The name was written "Tan Mae Mae" at first i was like, wah! this guest same name as me le~ then oso i was suspicious...really meh? so i asked Wai Ting and Seong " this guest really exist ar?" then they told me "yea of coz" so i put it in the fridge thinking it was a guest by the name Tan Mae Mae would collect it. Mana tau restaurant tutup the cake masih ada di sana, so obviously it was mine la, *there is a reason y it's tiramisu cake, coz its the only thing that would make me stay even after my shift ends hahahaha* So yea, they promised me a 1kg tiramisu cake and they kept their promise *so touched* and lastly b4 i went home, Seong gave me a bottle of Tiger beer =D and asked me to finish it. So i eventually end up over eating yesterday. And to put the icing on the cake, my dear friend Wenyi belanja me McD for supper =) and also stayed back to celebrate my last day at EEST and Westin.  Thank you guys so much! I love you all &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is dedicated to all EEST service associates: Boon, Kent, Itin, Silya, Tham ( naughty boy), Yap, Seong, Wai Ting and of coz Jonas who wasn't there and also Suresh. Not to forget the kitchen team who has fed me throughout my training, treating me like their wives, gf, sister * i think i have 2 husbands* overall it was fun hanging out with all the chefs who constantly puts a smile on my face =) thank you ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990927484700748753-2159719502783501731?l=ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/feeds/2159719502783501731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990927484700748753&amp;postID=2159719502783501731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/2159719502783501731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/2159719502783501731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/2011/06/free-at-last.html' title='Free at last!'/><author><name>vicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03544937296438123618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990927484700748753.post-387770623015281502</id><published>2011-06-20T23:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T23:46:53.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sniff</title><content type='html'>I'm officially sick again...it's funny how my body is always like that, it's like its very manja, it has to wait until everything is done and over and when i reach home, it collapse. Is that a good thing or a bad thing? I suppose its a good thing so i dun have to take MC and have a clear record for 100% attendance but why? why can't i be healthy throughout the whole thing? haih....it just reminds me of that time we had librarian camp in Langkawi, i was ok until my body saw home and decided to just off the switch of my immune system, and there i was sick for the rest of the week =.=  sien....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990927484700748753-387770623015281502?l=ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/feeds/387770623015281502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990927484700748753&amp;postID=387770623015281502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/387770623015281502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/387770623015281502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/2011/06/sniff.html' title='Sniff'/><author><name>vicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03544937296438123618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990927484700748753.post-8341269494803254381</id><published>2011-05-15T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T07:25:49.361-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Malaysians...again?</title><content type='html'>Malaysians are a bunch of unique people no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malaysian dictionary:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;On the way actually means&lt;/span&gt; ---&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; " eh hello? ya... I'm on the way, on the way" &lt;/span&gt;*hangs up phone and gets ready to leave the house* yup thats Malaysian style "on the way" it means they are just leaving the house, on the way to get to the car and get the journey started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*insert time here* o'clock actually means &lt;/span&gt;--- &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;" eh dun play play, i wake up at 5 o'clock ok?"&lt;/span&gt; 5 o'clock actually means 5.45, 5.50 , 5.30 no matter if you wake up at 5.59 it is still 5'o'clock. More effect more drama ma..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;punctuality actually means&lt;/span&gt;--- being late for 10 - 15 minutes =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990927484700748753-8341269494803254381?l=ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/feeds/8341269494803254381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990927484700748753&amp;postID=8341269494803254381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/8341269494803254381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/8341269494803254381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/2011/05/malaysiansagain.html' title='Malaysians...again?'/><author><name>vicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03544937296438123618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990927484700748753.post-3097877001164472662</id><published>2011-04-20T05:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T06:08:24.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'>coincidence?</title><content type='html'>I wonder if it is coincidence or what, but they are a few ppl in the hotel which reminds me of my dear friends. There is this one guy who reminds me of Long Xiang, he looks like Long Xiang, talks like Long Xiang well maybe a bit softer and looks like a girl too just like Long Xiang hahahaha and he tells me that alot of people tells him that he looks like a girl. By the way this is also the same guy which the people in the hotel thinks is my brother coz they think we look alike -.- too bad i didn't take a picture of him today coz my phone no battery.... and today was his last day. Everytime they see me, they will ask, where is your twin sista? who is bigger you or him? -.- sien...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was this other guy who reminds me of Huey Teck. But he is the older, fairer version of Huey Teck. A very quiet guy and speaks only chinese. hahahaha he behaves like Huey Teck too! i mean from that one day that i met him la. Very quiet, deep in thought and only smiles..sometimes... i dunno whats happening to me, maybe i miss my friends too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, alot of people say i look like someone they know. 3 people has already said i look like someone else and asked if i have a sister or something -.- i suppose this world's population is getting too much that faces has to be repeated hahahahaha oh and another chef thought i was the sister of this other trainee too (different from the one i mentioned above) *and this time i took his picture ;)* but i still dun think i look like him. they kept teasing us like " eh you dengan dia adik-beradik kah? muka macam sama saje?" then they roared out laughing a hearty laugh. haih...its his last day too, one by one the trainees all leaving, one by one familiar faces are gone....its gonna feel strange and weird from now on..got to depend on myself from now on!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990927484700748753-3097877001164472662?l=ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/feeds/3097877001164472662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990927484700748753&amp;postID=3097877001164472662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/3097877001164472662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/3097877001164472662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/2011/04/coincidence.html' title='coincidence?'/><author><name>vicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03544937296438123618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990927484700748753.post-7105876576921541609</id><published>2011-04-07T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T19:42:05.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 1</title><content type='html'>First day of work wasn't exactly exciting, it was scary actually. First day already they throw me at Daily Treats, equipped with nothing at all and decided to let me fend for myself. I suppose its the same in every hotel, but i would really appreciate it if they would give me a basic guild line on what to do. Like maybe just teach me how to make juices, and i will gladly stay there you know? but no... Anyway i made a lot of mistakes, on the pancake and waffle thing, guest were not very happy *yikes* kept fumbling up orders coz i kept asking the seniors how to do this and that =( and finally it was closing time, i was like *yippee!!* and we kept everything back in the store. But it doesn't end there, Kitchen department is a series of challenges. BOH, here they call it heart of the house (HOH) walao...i was so lost, seniors were so busy they had no time to instruct us around, but not only that, they didn't instruct us to do anything yet they get angry when we stand there and do nothing. not that we didn't ask for work, we did, we just got scolded &amp;gt;.&amp;lt; come on, what happen to buddy system? but anyway, things got better after lunch, kitchen is fun, if you know what to do. I dun mind the chef scolding all the time, coz i know he doesn't mean it. All i dun like is being lost, not knowing anything yet they expect you to know everything. I dun mind busy, i just hate idling there with nothing to do. If what seniors meant by "hell" is busy, i really dun mind. As long as i know what to do and i'm not lost with ppl constantly pushing me around. But one thing, i think my performance was great, for someone who came in first day with nothing, gained alot by the and of the day. Made loads of different types of sandwiches, but omg...the madness and the lost feeling is going to come back soon since the menu is 2 days cycle....oh boy~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990927484700748753-7105876576921541609?l=ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/feeds/7105876576921541609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990927484700748753&amp;postID=7105876576921541609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/7105876576921541609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/7105876576921541609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-1.html' title='Day 1'/><author><name>vicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03544937296438123618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990927484700748753.post-6270996756945246303</id><published>2011-03-14T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T09:10:16.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Believe</title><content type='html'>Today i have changed my perspective towards Malaysians again, there are after all kind souls still around in this country. I say that because not long ago ( i dun know if you know =/) my car broke down in the middle of the road, and a mechanic came and helped me, i thought he was a kind hearted soul who wants to help me sincerely when he saw me in distress by the road, so he "helped" me to "check" my car even though i have already diagnose the problem. I just let him proceed just for him to satisfy his curiosity. ( the problem was actually my car ran out of petrol, don't judge me just yet! my meter was spoiled so i was caught unexpected! long story....) so anyway my hero brother came to my rescue and my car was able to run again, and then this guy charged us RM 20 for doing nothing -.- instead of my parents being grateful for my brother's efforts, they actually scolded him =( which affected him alot coz i saw a lot of emo post on facebook after that. Yea so bottom line i just stop being naive to think that everybody is so nice and all those things and just stop believing in people coz they just prey on gullible people like me.  &lt;br /&gt;But today was different, today it wasn't me who got into trouble, it was a friend of mine, her tyre got punctured, so we stop by the roadside and you know, start jacking up the car and all, and then this man saw us and he helped us! He didn't even ask for payment, just did it willingly and sincerely. and i know he was sincere coz he gave us this whole lecture about "don't get out of the car when your tyres are punctured coz some indians will pretend to help you and god knows what do what to you, you are girls, must bla bla bla...." not that i'm racist, thats what he said! and then in a jiffy he changed the tyre for my friend. I've learnt a few tactics from him by just watching him, and he also told us reason y the spare tyres are of smaller size and all...and the hero for today is Mr. Koo who has helped us despite it raining =) and he even teased " of all days why you must choose this day to get your tyres punctured"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To our stranger hero:&lt;br /&gt;God bless you, though i'm a christian i do believe there is such thing as karma, so a good deed will be returned with a good deed and maybe in some unexpected circumstances in your life, where situation seems helpless, help will be there for you have been a kind soul to us. I don't know if i will be able to return your good deed, but i will definitely pay it forward, even if i'm a girl and it is said to  be dangerous to help strangers, i will do it, to make a difference in this corrupted materialistic our community has become.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990927484700748753-6270996756945246303?l=ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/feeds/6270996756945246303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990927484700748753&amp;postID=6270996756945246303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/6270996756945246303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/6270996756945246303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/2011/03/believe.html' title='Believe'/><author><name>vicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03544937296438123618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990927484700748753.post-9206354600949673699</id><published>2011-03-08T04:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T04:57:30.097-08:00</updated><title type='text'>paper wrap chicken</title><content type='html'>I owe someone this recipe, and just as promised, here it is ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 whole chicken cut into 12 pieces&lt;br /&gt;3tbsp shredded ginger&lt;br /&gt;3 stalks spring onion with 3cm length&lt;br /&gt;grease proof paper for wrapping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marinade:&lt;br /&gt;5 tbsp oyster sauce&lt;br /&gt;2 tbsp light soya sauce&lt;br /&gt;1 tbsp ginger juice&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp sugar&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp sesame oil&lt;br /&gt;1 tbsp shaoxing wine&lt;br /&gt;1/2 tsp pepper&lt;br /&gt;1 tbsp water&lt;br /&gt;1/2 tbsp corn flour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Method:&lt;br /&gt;-Combine chicken with marinade and season for 3 hours. Add in shredded ginger, spring onions and mix well&lt;br /&gt;-wrap chicken into the prepared bags seperately and seal well&lt;br /&gt;-heat up oil for deep-frying, put in chicken parcels and deep fry at high heat for 2 mins. Lower the heat and fry for 5 minutes. Lastly, turn to high and fry for 3 minutes. Dish and drain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*please be smart abit and don't follow exactly ok? and when i mean this, i mean dun see the chicken black d still continue to fry for 5 minutes. cooking is all about the heart, so put all your love into it ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990927484700748753-9206354600949673699?l=ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/feeds/9206354600949673699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990927484700748753&amp;postID=9206354600949673699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/9206354600949673699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/9206354600949673699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/2011/03/paper-wrap-chicken.html' title='paper wrap chicken'/><author><name>vicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03544937296438123618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990927484700748753.post-1391031330015214745</id><published>2011-03-07T04:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T05:00:41.295-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bienvenue!</title><content type='html'>French....oh!  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;*pretends to faint*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok over with the drama queen =) this post is dedicated to my "favorite" subject which is French! OMG its such a pain in the arse &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;French is such a farny language, i mean seriously...ok here is an example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Numbers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1-60 is perfectly normal...un...duex...trois...quatre....cinq...&lt;br /&gt;70 onwards it starts to be tricky~ it wants to play with you from 70 - 80 its translated into 60+11 so basically its sixty AND eleven, sixty AND twelve, sixty AND thirteen -.-&lt;br /&gt;80-90 is worst, its translated 4 x 20 so if i were to directly translate it, it would be four twenties and one =.=''&lt;br /&gt;90 onwards....speechless...its translated four twenties and eleven&lt;br /&gt;Whats wrong with them? they are like playing addition and multiplication in normal number, imagine if they have to do multiplication @.@ sien....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know that french words have GENDER? There are feminin and masculin; and to me, they got their gender all wrong. Here is why....So i have this friend of mine who got a lil curious about stuff, so she took out her dictionary and started searching for words. And to her excitement she called me " Wei Mae! Wei Mae! did you know that breast is masculin?" and there was another time she told me bikini is masculin too! woah! since when? oh and take note, your sofa is a male, and guy's shirts are female oh............ and the pasta you are eating, yea there are females, so chew them with care! O.o woot?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pronounciation &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super hard, today my friends and i were trying to say "eye" in french, we ended up pronouncing it as if we were vomiting all over the dictionary. we sounded like a bunch of retards, but it sends us into fits of laughter =D Yi Wen est sein GRANDE! hahahahahahaha love me lots! ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990927484700748753-1391031330015214745?l=ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/feeds/1391031330015214745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990927484700748753&amp;postID=1391031330015214745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/1391031330015214745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/1391031330015214745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/2011/03/bienvenue.html' title='Bienvenue!'/><author><name>vicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03544937296438123618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990927484700748753.post-671736035727750131</id><published>2011-03-05T01:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T01:28:51.222-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Malaysian Driving...</title><content type='html'>Malaysian driving is the WORST! WHY?! well you see, today i went to college so on my way back, i was cutting lanes, and this guy, he was obviously behind me, and there were SPACE for me to cut in. But this @#%!$ he memang saw me coming in and i put on my signal ok? BUT he refuses to let me cut... i mean come on la, if you see a car coming in like that, even if its the fella's fault, you would just honk the fella and then break and let him pass right? afterall he is in your lane already, but NOOOOO this !$^@$# didn't break, he kept coming on and pushing me back to my lane, like what the hell is your problem? what a bully weih! like as if letting me cut through would make him late by 10 minuts or somthing -.- piss me off man! Somemore my poor friend, first time sit my car kena terkejut d hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THEN, after fetching my friend home, there was this traffic light, usually that traffic light doesn't cause much jam, so i was like "wah y so jam ar?" and then i saw....3 cars, bang into each other's butt, and they park their cars in the middle of the road and all of them discussing there. -.- WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE? YOUR FATHER OWN THE ROAD IZZIT? i mean come on la, be considered abit, doesn't mean driving to the side of the road means you are not responsible and you know running away! just park at the side and discuss la, woah they must jam up the whole road ish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;over and out&lt;br /&gt;k thx bai&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990927484700748753-671736035727750131?l=ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/feeds/671736035727750131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990927484700748753&amp;postID=671736035727750131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/671736035727750131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/671736035727750131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/2011/03/malaysian-driving.html' title='Malaysian Driving...'/><author><name>vicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03544937296438123618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990927484700748753.post-5046651097541488298</id><published>2011-01-31T03:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T04:19:23.358-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is WAR!!</title><content type='html'>In every household, everyday there is a plan. What plan? more like strategies actually...everyday, we plan our strategies, like we are heading for the battlefield. So what strategy is this little Mae talking about? Little strategies that gets us out of work in the house! Its an everyday thing, trust me.... Example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strategy no.1&lt;br /&gt;*eating dinner*&lt;br /&gt;* sees "someone" finishing his dinner*&lt;br /&gt;*purposely eat faster*&lt;br /&gt;* "someone" gets up*&lt;br /&gt;*gets up as well* and while that "someone" is washing the dishes, flash a big smile and put the plates in the basin so that "someone" will wash for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strategy no.2&lt;br /&gt;*eats cookies in the cookie jar*&lt;br /&gt;*eat* *eat summore*&lt;br /&gt; *eat lagi more*&lt;br /&gt;*eats til got 1 last piece*&lt;br /&gt; * leaves the cookie jar alone* -.-  smart right? so that the last person eating the last piece have to wash the container. Damn sien.. everyday can see the level of the cookies going down like super fast, but then when it comes to the last piece of the cookie, it can last for days! &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strategy no.3&lt;br /&gt;you know how parents always get their kids to bring stuffs which they forgotten from downstairs to upstairs? yea so here is the scenario :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;person 1 &lt;/span&gt;and&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; person 2 i&lt;/span&gt;s watching tv together downstairs.&lt;br /&gt;*hears door opening upstairs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Person 1&lt;/span&gt; hides under staircase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Person 2&lt;/span&gt; gives &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;person 1&lt;/span&gt; what-the-hell-are-you-doing look&lt;br /&gt;parents yell from above: "person 2? can u bring ____ up?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;person 2&lt;/span&gt; expression ----  =.="&lt;br /&gt;smart ass....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strategy no.4&lt;br /&gt;this one is geng...somehow our ears are trained, no matter how silent the mother walks up the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;*reading comic/slacking on the bed/reading while lying down/dreaming/doing things which are not suposed to be done*&lt;br /&gt;*hears footstep though its very silent*&lt;br /&gt;*quickly jumps out of bed and start opening accounts book/sejarah book and start "studying"*&lt;br /&gt;*mother comes in*&lt;br /&gt;Mother:" oh you are studying ar? nvm la i do myself"&lt;br /&gt;*phew...*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strategy no.5&lt;br /&gt;to counter strategy no.1&lt;br /&gt;Faster wash all plates so that u r done when the next person comes in ;) nyek nyek nyek nyek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds familiar? i think we all do that. by the way, b4 u start passing judgements, person 1, person2 and "someone" are played by different characters. they are NOT all me, i repeat NOT me.&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;  though 1 or 2 of them are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990927484700748753-5046651097541488298?l=ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/feeds/5046651097541488298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990927484700748753&amp;postID=5046651097541488298' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/5046651097541488298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/5046651097541488298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/2011/01/this-is-war.html' title='This is WAR!!'/><author><name>vicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03544937296438123618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990927484700748753.post-3894818704243211208</id><published>2011-01-20T06:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T06:53:49.848-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Giants</title><content type='html'>yup thats right ;) giants hahahahaha Marcus, Melvin, Huey Teck, Long Xiang and I went to FnD  Mindspot to play boardgames =) all were guys since the only gurl i called ffk me last minute to go shopping with another friend of hers &gt;.&lt; some "friend" she is...moving on..so yea we played mostly boardgames there, the first game we played was Wits and Wages, where all the questions are american based and all answers are in numeric form like years, days,percentage, miles.... so yea everybody can write down their answers and then place them on this betting mat where other players can bet on each others answers =) its a not bad game, there have alot of boardgames form overseas, i think i wanna go back there and try ALL their games ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/TThKvxqPcjI/AAAAAAAAARw/1CReX__nPjU/s1600/IMG_0153.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/TThKvxqPcjI/AAAAAAAAARw/1CReX__nPjU/s320/IMG_0153.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564279524261065266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/TThKvWsijHI/AAAAAAAAARo/NIH_afIayD0/s1600/IMG_0154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/TThKvWsijHI/AAAAAAAAARo/NIH_afIayD0/s320/IMG_0154.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564279517022948466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After playing Wit and Wages,  (forgot who is the winner, but i remember someone needs to belanja drinks muahahahahaha) we proceeded with giant Jenga. wow that one really fall with a BANG hahhaaha we were pretty daring ;) especailly Long Xiang, baru start je sudah runtuh tsk tsk tsk...there was a giant snake and ladder thingy too, but we didn't play coz its er..kiddie? and it was really hot lol then we went back inside to play Blokus ,in which i lost again as according to what Marcus says "girls don't plan" so yea, i was the BIG loser there -.- lost twice summore ... anyway the bottom line is that we had fun =) I had....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/TThKw18eFHI/AAAAAAAAASI/97wvRBWKtG4/s1600/IMG_0165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/TThKw18eFHI/AAAAAAAAASI/97wvRBWKtG4/s320/IMG_0165.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564279542591132786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/TThKwL4q94I/AAAAAAAAAR4/cFXv85YSdXM/s1600/IMG_0156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/TThKwL4q94I/AAAAAAAAAR4/cFXv85YSdXM/s320/IMG_0156.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564279531300910978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/TThKwfYsF-I/AAAAAAAAASA/EH7AzlEDpQA/s1600/IMG_0157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/TThKwfYsF-I/AAAAAAAAASA/EH7AzlEDpQA/s320/IMG_0157.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564279536535476194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the best to Melvin whose exam is just around the corner =) thanks for coming yo~ without you there, i wouldn't have anybody to bully hahahahaha and thank you to the rest for showing up ^^ oh and to Long Xiang, thx for the ride back home ;) and the present hahaha really sweet of you ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990927484700748753-3894818704243211208?l=ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/feeds/3894818704243211208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990927484700748753&amp;postID=3894818704243211208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/3894818704243211208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/3894818704243211208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/2011/01/giants.html' title='Giants'/><author><name>vicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03544937296438123618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/TThKvxqPcjI/AAAAAAAAARw/1CReX__nPjU/s72-c/IMG_0153.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990927484700748753.post-3083936813186080462</id><published>2011-01-20T06:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T06:31:16.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sweet..</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a very tiring and eventful day for me =) tired because we had class back to back from 8 a.m. to 5 p.m. phew! what a feat &gt;.&lt; oh and eventful coz i had the most amazing dinner eva! hahaha i haven't laughed so hard for a long time. I think the last time was when i was in high school. Anyways, my college mates organized a birthday dinner at Ohana, which is in campus ( dunno why my dad dun believe me -.- he keeps saying that i'm lying and that we will leave campus, well there you go, if we would have placed a bet, i would have won ;P) and we celebrated there. There was this really cute waiter there who made our day, he is just so matter-of-factly, with his huge eyes and funny personality hahaha he tried to pose in one of our pictures but i didn't manage to catch him on camera, but i saw what he did! cheeky fella... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really hyper that day, i just kept on laughing and laughing and laughing, and Car Yi laughed til she cried! hahaha damn funny weih~ oh and my beef came in a really puney portion lol i still remember commenting sarcastically to that cute waiter about the portion being VERY generous lol and then i was surprised by the cake and presents! like omg i thought i won't receive anything since it dinner, and they are paying and the cake....didn't expect it. I just thought it was just plain dinner, thats it! so we took a group picture =) first with the ji muis and then together with the heng dais lol and i felt ALOT of hands pushing my neck...and my head -.- is that how you treat the b'day girl?! anyway...moving on...we ended the party with all the ji muis in a big group hug, and we made alot of noise hahhahaha it was an epic dinner ;)  special thx to WenYi and Andrea for organizing the party, Car Yi for making it to dinner though she had korean class, and all the others who were present to make dinner more wonderful  ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ****Before all that happened I was feeling sick right after lunch ( because of the bubble tea, felt like crap man, wanted to vomit) however i felt better after writing some letters -.- oh and my facilities manager is Chow Yun Fatt hahahhaha at least better then Qing's facilities manager who is Justin Bieber =P LMAO  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/TThFZPm4GBI/AAAAAAAAARg/O30tlnD5G1k/s1600/IMG_0168.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/TThFZPm4GBI/AAAAAAAAARg/O30tlnD5G1k/s320/IMG_0168.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564273639604885522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/TThFY21sDJI/AAAAAAAAARY/jg37_lfx60I/s1600/IMG_0167.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/TThFY21sDJI/AAAAAAAAARY/jg37_lfx60I/s320/IMG_0167.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564273632956124306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh the cute waiter is wayyyyy back there hahahaa,&lt;br /&gt;Thank you everybody ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990927484700748753-3083936813186080462?l=ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/feeds/3083936813186080462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990927484700748753&amp;postID=3083936813186080462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/3083936813186080462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/3083936813186080462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/2011/01/sweet.html' title='sweet..'/><author><name>vicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03544937296438123618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/TThFZPm4GBI/AAAAAAAAARg/O30tlnD5G1k/s72-c/IMG_0168.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990927484700748753.post-5436746327559482514</id><published>2011-01-01T04:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T05:26:15.519-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>I had a quiet new year this year, or is it last year? Nvm... my last few new years were spent in busy shopping malls, with thousands of people looking up into the sky enjoying the fireworks display together either with friends or with just my family. This year, my whole family went to a friend's house to watch the fireworks, the view was spectacular, her house was facing directly opposite the Curve AND her house was a condo, so the fireworks was like "WOW" Then while i was standing on her balcony, i saw fireworks from all around KL, near and far alike. Even Giant @ Kota Damansara were displaying fireworks, so yea, i saw a few fireworks. So i'm so sorry to my friends who were in Curve that night that i couldn't join you, but we are together in spirit right? looking at the same sky ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The recent years new year has got me thinking again, i was thinking how did I celebrate new year last time when i was younger, I believe most of the time i slept through it, and i think i have been sleeping through new year until i was form 4? yea....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway 2010 was a fantastic year for me because it was my first time having a surprise b'day from my friends hahaha thinking back about it makes me laugh, i thought i was so clever, i sort of knew that they were celebrating for me ( i mean come on, they did that to every other friend on their b'day after successfully celebrating Huey Teck's b'day) so i pretended to be clever and say "oh, i'm so sorry i couldn't make it" when Hou Yi called, afterall i knew my mom would say no if i asked her permission to go out ( she's slightly better now) and lil did i know, they were 1 step ahead of me, they called my mom to put me on the prank =.= so my mom  brought me to 1u, and i was crossing my fingers that i won't meet my friends there, and then...she brought me to Chilis and SURPRISE!! *shit and i'm wearing this &gt;.&lt;* that was my first thought lol but i'm really glad, i had fun =) cake on my face, cake on her face ;) and then cake on the floor hahahahaha the staff dropped it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was CNY, where all my friends came over =) and then we went to everybody elses house and collect ang pow lol gamble.... Then there was World Cup i never thought i would enjoy football AND my family and i were crazy to even stay up til 2 a.m. to watch the Netherland VS Spain match at a pub at Sunway Giza, and of coz we watch the finals too in my uncle's house, 2 a.m. again. Lol and i bet with Marcus for the first time, and obviously he won =.= coz he listened to the stupid octopus called Paul. yea so i owe him a meal, a proper meal complete with drinks. Oh and oso it was in 2010 that i consumed the most alcohol in my 18 years of life, though the amount is nothing to be proud of but nevertheless still the most in my entire life. Well there always is a first in everything ;) It's like ever since i had this wine tasting class in college i feel like i want to try more and more! Moreover, it is in 2010 that i had the most outings with friends. Sunway Lagoon with college mates, Car Yi and Qing's b'day party, Ariel's b'day party, Mag's b'day party, shopping with friends, gathering at Manhatten Fish Market, and i think oso gathering at Dome ( was that 2010 or 2009?) oh and a secret meeting with Tanya at her house right after my class, i think i fetched her back from Sunway Pyramid too hahaha and got lost on the way =.= &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to me 2010 marks the year which i've done the most things i would never had done in 2009, it is oso the year which marks many uncertainty and self-doubt. So i suppose overall it was a good year, with many first times. Hopefully 2011 will be even better with more new things to try! Good bye 2010, Hello 2011!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990927484700748753-5436746327559482514?l=ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/feeds/5436746327559482514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990927484700748753&amp;postID=5436746327559482514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/5436746327559482514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/5436746327559482514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>vicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03544937296438123618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990927484700748753.post-8851867851754052422</id><published>2010-12-14T07:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T07:18:00.541-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='its'/><title type='text'>just updating</title><content type='html'>Its been two days since training ended and so far my first week of freedom is filled with things to do ;) so i'll be busy this whole week heh heh heh so much to do, so lil time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, was just stalking ppl on Facebook, as usual, i mean what else can you do at home besides that? yea like i said, i was looking through some ppl's photo albums, all the memories captured, the emotions, the fun they had, and er ahem the beauty of some ppl *humph green with envy* then while i was staring at the picture, i just started thinking. You know those big big group of friends which consist of both sexes having fun together and things like that? yea it just got me thinking....do they hang out together because the guy like some girl in the group or are they just really only friends? ;) something worth thinking about huh? just curious thats all, not that i have anything against it, but i think it'll be great to know whats really going on in ppl's mind lol don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm....i need some alone time to think, nah! that can wait...shall enjoy my week ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990927484700748753-8851867851754052422?l=ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/feeds/8851867851754052422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990927484700748753&amp;postID=8851867851754052422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/8851867851754052422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/8851867851754052422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/2010/12/just-updating.html' title='just updating'/><author><name>vicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03544937296438123618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990927484700748753.post-2101335958048078536</id><published>2010-10-10T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T07:54:12.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a small world afterall =)</title><content type='html'>Sunday, haih...have to go to work, it's suppose to be my off day but no..got exchanged with Saturday..so yea..sucks, i was looking forward to going to church and seeing those rascal kids =/ so anyway I got kak puva again today =D i'm getting good at cleaning toilets man~ she didn't have to come in to check on me this time round, all she does is "ok kah?" and i'll reply "ok" hahaha but sadly, just when i was getting good at it, i won't be cleaning rooms anymore. Shall be moving on =) turndown service next!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn sad, just when i can finish the bathroom in a short period of time, put the stupid vacumn back into place and remember all the amenities in the room, then i have to leave..haih..but nvm, we must look forward! there are more things to learn out there =) not bad la, in just 4 days i've learnt so much, i've learnt to dial to the office and bark at them to deliver linens and towels, S.O.P. for entering a guest room, making a bed (only made one bed la, the mentors don't allow trainees to do the beds, i did one was because that guy was REALLY super duper slow), cleaning a toilet, basic and special amenities, and a lil of trolley packing. Not bad la really, 4 days only le~ i feel like there is so much more that i can learn, just too lil time =/ but somehow something is telling me that 4 weeks is ngam ngam enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah, today while i was cleaning the bathroom, i saw a condom wait... no its 2 condoms in the bin. woah~ my eyebrows went up O.O hahahaha i know nothing special la, but you know... then i was crossing my fingers hoping that thing would just drop off when i invert the bin so that i don't have to use my hands to remove it, and thankfully it slide right off! Lubricants i guess...&lt;br /&gt;And one more thing, can't men just pee straight? If they are always boasting that its so long and all, why do they have to pee on the side of the bowl? make life difficult only =.= you know what? next time the rooms should have another special amenity, which is a hose. above the hose, i shall write " kindly use this as an extension to your penis, remember, aim straight!" or maybe toilets should be painted with the bullseye kindda dartboard thingy, and everytime they hit the jackpot,  lights and sound would emit from the bowl to congratulate them, that way not only encourages them to pee right, it also makes pee-ing fun! not bad right? unfortunately this is only small matter, i heard worst stories form my other colleagues &gt;.&lt;  any the way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way back from work today, while i was waiting for the train at KL central  ( walao dunno why this time the train like took ages =.=)  Long Xiang burst out of no where and scare the living daylights out of me. Shout so loud in my ear man! &gt;.&lt; and what do you know, he was there with the whole gang, Kah Kit, Yat Hong, Shou Jie, Chie Yang, Eugene =.= , Ching Hou...walao damn small weih this world, like that oso can bump into them. i was rather embarressed since i was wearing make-up and my hair was all bun up and i was wearing my super aunty black shoes!! ( company rules ok? so aunty aunty la, comfortable can d lo) shyte.... but kindda nice to see them la =) teman me all the way back to Taman Bahagia, otherwise i would be bored and tired. I guess thats what i like about being with friends, no matter how tired you are, you still feel energetic and hyper around them, ok fine...to me la. it's the  first time i didn't sleep in the car on my ride home frm Taman Bahagia. But i  have to say they were super noisy, i think they did scare a few passengers away hahahahaa i was so close to disowning them =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached home and rushed straight into the showers coz there is a dinner with my uncle. Kononnya to celebrate 10.10.10 =) but deep down we know its just an excuse so that we can meet up =) so we ate crabs, and somehow my appetite has grown, die lo, fat lo, but i guess i can handle some fats on me ;) so this is how i spend my Sunday =) missing Ariel on the way. Eh Woman! leave a comment la! no need to curi-curi read my blog wan ok?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990927484700748753-2101335958048078536?l=ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/feeds/2101335958048078536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990927484700748753&amp;postID=2101335958048078536' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/2101335958048078536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/2101335958048078536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/2010/10/its-small-world-afterall.html' title='It&apos;s a small world afterall =)'/><author><name>vicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03544937296438123618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990927484700748753.post-2713950100935318219</id><published>2010-10-06T05:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T06:10:18.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Le what?! oh...the one next to Hilton..</title><content type='html'>My days at Le Meridian doing industrial training were so far so good. On day 1, i got this really great mentor Kak Puva who really thought me how to clean the rooms and the reason behind everything i asked. She thought me a fast way to put pillows into their clothes and the way to make the bed. Taught  me what to check for and look out for me when i missed out things in the bathroom. She's really nice, and i was lucky to have her on my first day coz she is not the selfish type who does not want to share info so that she can be the alpha, instead she really wanted to help me like you know, wholeheartedly. I was lucky that day too coz she brought me into the Penthouse, which was like HUGE and darn beautiful~ she even told me that the Sultan once stayed there too. Walau, inside got Jacuzzi you know! got pantry, walk in wardrobe, got living room, got dining area, fuyoh! like apartment man! So the both of us just went in and sit by the Jacuzzi and chat ( the room is a vacant clean room) . Sadly she's having her off day on tuesday and Weds, otherwise i would get another day of learning from her.&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, yesterday (Tuesday) i went rooms cleaning with a Myanmar guy called Lal. He's really nice, he is like an elder brother who is younger you know? He is younger than me, but he took good care of me like an elder brother =) walau he clean rooms super fast weih! 5 minutes gao dim man! and his 5 minutes is not the cinchai wan, its really neat and everything is in place punya.Everytime i haven't finish cleaning the toilet he already come in and help me out. damn paiseh man, so to keep up with his speed, i work twice my speed. I've never washed a toilet so fast in my life b4.  And i'm not complaining, coz it actually forces me to remember all the items in the bathroom so that he doesn't have to come in and pick up after me*paiseh ma, suppose to help him in the end like making things worst like that =.=*. Its good =) I'll make Kak Puva proud when i get back to work on Friday since i'm having orientaition for 2 days =) she don't have to come in and pick up after me d =) So back to this Lal guy, walao, his english very the hard to listen lo~ he said "towel" i brought him "bottle" then he just smiled at me, but deep down i know he is saying " bodoh kah u! tak faham bahasa ke?!" damn paiseh...lol anyway,  since we finish the rooms so fast, we have ample time to spare. So the both of us went into a vacant room and watch tv hahahaha we watched 3 amigos and tinkerbell. While watching TV he  gave me some chocolate waffer which is suppose to be for the guest punya but the guest did not take it. So the both of us munch while we watch tv lo~ not bad la, get to eat and work =) oh and one more thing, this fella, got gf punya, i felt like a lightbulb man, but the supervisor ask me to follow him where ever he go...so.....haih.....i dunno where to look man seriously, so i stand there like an idiot lo hahahaha and i departed from work without thanking him or saying goodbye coz he was helping his "angel" clean room. so yea, will thank him when i see him again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today is orientation day, whole day sit down only, drank coffee which made me @.@ so i skipped lunch and by the time its time to go home i felt hungry and sick&gt;.&lt;)  Orientation is good, so that my knees can heal (it has gotten all blue blacky due to all the kneeling i've been doing to clean the stupid bathtubs) and the wound on my feet can heal too( due to the friction of the shoe and my skin, my skin has finally given up and RIP so yea, i've got plasma ozzing outta my feet) so tomorrow will be another day of orientation, another day for my wounds to heal =) oh~ i'm so prone to accidents...why?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990927484700748753-2713950100935318219?l=ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/feeds/2713950100935318219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990927484700748753&amp;postID=2713950100935318219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/2713950100935318219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/2713950100935318219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/2010/10/le-what-ohthe-one-next-to-hilton.html' title='Le what?! oh...the one next to Hilton..'/><author><name>vicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03544937296438123618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990927484700748753.post-1405201340777678519</id><published>2010-10-02T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T09:15:18.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Term 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/TKdYcjIIVII/AAAAAAAAARM/EFz8g5YKBVI/s1600/15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/TKdYcjIIVII/AAAAAAAAARM/EFz8g5YKBVI/s320/15.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523480715482125442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/TKdX0BKrAUI/AAAAAAAAAQc/XTtr9ACQkYY/s1600/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/TKdX0BKrAUI/AAAAAAAAAQc/XTtr9ACQkYY/s320/8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523480019171213634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's finally the end of the term, exams were officially over yesterday at 12 p.m. I felt that we have really bonded over the past 9 months. I suppose nobody knows that initially I hated college, well except for that old man a.k.a. Barney that fetches me home since term 2 to mid term 3 and my secondary school friends who i always complain to hahaha. i hated college coz there was this cultural shock for me, and we all started out with a bad start, all the misunderstandings...and somehow I just felt left out, like i don't fit in. Since term 2, we really started to bond, with me tumpang-ing Barney's car, we just got to know each other better, and then more ppl start to tumpang, and i got to know other ppl better too. I realized that every term I got closer to different people. It was in term 3 that i got close to Ariel, Ellen and Wen Yi, and its weird coz we were always in the same class together most of the time. Anyway, it was here that i met really awesome friends, who would come all the way from college just to fetch me and Ariel coz we were stranded,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/TKdXV1KVyAI/AAAAAAAAAPs/1RTLf_3uyfc/s1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/TKdXV1KVyAI/AAAAAAAAAPs/1RTLf_3uyfc/s320/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523479500552521730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friends who thought me to be straight forward....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/TKdXWAGnM_I/AAAAAAAAAP0/D4VASjDQhUY/s1600/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/TKdXWAGnM_I/AAAAAAAAAP0/D4VASjDQhUY/s320/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523479503489676274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friends who would help in times of need....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/TKdXWTFe3MI/AAAAAAAAAP8/qvoZKVNWVTE/s1600/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/TKdXWTFe3MI/AAAAAAAAAP8/qvoZKVNWVTE/s320/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523479508585209026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friends to go crazy with....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/TKdX0Z2pzTI/AAAAAAAAAQs/PTfpJXZ907Y/s1600/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/TKdX0Z2pzTI/AAAAAAAAAQs/PTfpJXZ907Y/s320/10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523480025798135090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friends who though they hate my lameness, yet they still love me as I am....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/TKdXW9w3mVI/AAAAAAAAAQE/607epFUch3A/s1600/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/TKdXW9w3mVI/AAAAAAAAAQE/607epFUch3A/s320/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523479520041474386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friends who appreaciates me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/TKdXz3J6SkI/AAAAAAAAAQM/9vSaeuDWtfQ/s1600/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/TKdXz3J6SkI/AAAAAAAAAQM/9vSaeuDWtfQ/s320/6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523480016483666498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and friends who i can Zat like crazy =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/TKdX0c_qUTI/AAAAAAAAAQk/lxXYeuRrlSA/s1600/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/TKdX0c_qUTI/AAAAAAAAAQk/lxXYeuRrlSA/s320/9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523480026641223986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've definitely come a long way,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/TKdYcOpbNyI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/Z6JcnlzWd2E/s1600/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/TKdYcOpbNyI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/Z6JcnlzWd2E/s320/13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523480709984630562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we have bonded so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/TKdYcal5a1I/AAAAAAAAARE/qcu4wSbTWOQ/s1600/14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/TKdYcal5a1I/AAAAAAAAARE/qcu4wSbTWOQ/s320/14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523480713191058258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it, i was stupid in term 1 to think the way i did. but nevermind, let by gones be by gones..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/TKdYb91kIXI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/udwc8o6GPBI/s1600/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/TKdYb91kIXI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/udwc8o6GPBI/s320/12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523480705472143730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In just a blink of an eye, we are all going to leave for our internship,&lt;br /&gt;we won't be seeing each other for 3 whole months, though we can meet up, but its gonna be tough! I really hope these friendships will last, and i hope you guys will still be my friends even when i'm stupid and spastic. I really Love you guys, and i'm going to miss all of you  T.T And i hope you guys will reciprocate my feelings too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:78%;" &gt;" haven't start a relationship already so much problem, love is like the ocean, just dive into it, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;don't think so much" Kid frm Blogger Boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:78%;" &gt;"before fasting for the rest of your life, you have to try other food to know which you like and which you don't, then only you know what you want" Kid frm Blogger Boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:78%;" &gt;I somehow think its like talking to me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990927484700748753-1405201340777678519?l=ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/feeds/1405201340777678519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990927484700748753&amp;postID=1405201340777678519' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/1405201340777678519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/1405201340777678519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/2010/10/term-3.html' title='Term 3'/><author><name>vicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03544937296438123618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/TKdYcjIIVII/AAAAAAAAARM/EFz8g5YKBVI/s72-c/15.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990927484700748753.post-8280977717356013750</id><published>2010-09-30T07:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T07:29:31.785-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Starbucks =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/TKSaXJDgEJI/AAAAAAAAAPc/ZYI3W02fp4o/s1600/Starbucks-Mocha-Frappuccino.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/TKSaXJDgEJI/AAAAAAAAAPc/ZYI3W02fp4o/s320/Starbucks-Mocha-Frappuccino.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522708765421342866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes! Thanks to somebody who anonymously put a RM10 voucher from Starbucks in my mailbox, I get to have my very own Starbucks Mocha Frap for the first time ^^ I'm guessing one person, but I won't say his name just in case I got it wrong ( and yes, it's definitely a him...can't think of a her) Well, whoever gave it to me, God Bless you, you kind hearted soul, I know if somehow I message that person, he will definitely deny it =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, i thought today was the best day to spend the voucher, since it's exams and a mocha could destress me a lil =D and i was so lucky as Lakeside's Starbucks just opened like yesterday, and i thought i would never be able to spend that voucher as i'm too lazy to go 1u. So double happiness for me, I bought my Frap for only RM4.20 =D super cheap right? and its a Vinti O.O THANK YOU GOOD SAMARITAN!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it was my first time to Starbucks, i was very jakun...i didn't know what Vinti was, luckily my friend was there to like help me out of my stupidity. And i guess i must have one of those Kiamsiap face coz this nice cashier lady told me to upgrade my tall Frap into a Vinti Frap since i have a RM10 voucher hahahaha my dear friend oso think something was wrong with me as i was drinking Starbucks when i'm so Kiamsiap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway i was happily drinking my Frap and walking back to the library to study. managed to smuggle the beverage past the librarians (kudos to me =D ) and sat at my table to study for management tools and technique. Feels kindda weird since i was a librarian once, and i used to be the one shoo-ing ppl out who eat in the library =/ so anyway halfway through the drink, i went @.@ so i gave the rest of the drink to my friend =( i would love to finish it, its just so tasty but it was making me feel sick for some reasons =( i guess there was just too much cream in it. See! i knew it i should have just gone for the tall one but me being me, kiasu ma, so buy the better value wan lo~ end up being sick lo~ hahaha typical me 3K Kiasu, Kiasi &amp;amp; Kiamsiap!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990927484700748753-8280977717356013750?l=ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/feeds/8280977717356013750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990927484700748753&amp;postID=8280977717356013750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/8280977717356013750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/8280977717356013750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/2010/09/starbucks.html' title='Starbucks =)'/><author><name>vicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03544937296438123618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/TKSaXJDgEJI/AAAAAAAAAPc/ZYI3W02fp4o/s72-c/Starbucks-Mocha-Frappuccino.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990927484700748753.post-2043669063471567712</id><published>2010-09-14T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T08:58:06.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Procrastinating much?</title><content type='html'>Indeed, i have been =/ it's bad since i promised myself that i would study hard to buck up for my finals, which is VERY VERY near.Haih....my studies has been slacking, like since after SPM? Not as if i study super hard for SPM oso...but anyway, time seems to be flying, in a blink of an eye its already September =/ what have i been doing the past 8+ months? I feel like the days are flying faster than secondary school days. Its like, i just started the week, and before i know it, its the end of the week already, and the weekends passes very fast too =/ i think its because i have alot on my hands i barely feel the time pass. ah well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, last week Thursday was the staring of my holidays =) and on Friday, I went to Penang to board a cruise =) Its a Star Cruise - Pisces. Not really big, but bigger than the one i went when i was 9 years old. And yes, i definitely took the opportunity to look around as i want to work on a cruise in the near future too =) Well, i must say that the crew there are really friendly, and they consist of different nationalities. Most of them are from China, Indonesia and Thailand. I only saw two Malaysian on board lol i guess Malaysian are too good for Genting =/ heh heh i think if it were me, i too dont want to be working on Genting's Star Cruise line. Below are some of the pictures taken while we were there =) and also some introduction to my family member =) so i guess its another case of knowing the ppl before you know them hahaha confusing? nvm....&lt;br /&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/_6j-RI5SfCso/TI-Tzwb8LjI/AAAAAAAAANk/GV1XDGhtYn8/s1600/DSCN2811.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/TI-Tzwb8LjI/AAAAAAAAANk/GV1XDGhtYn8/s320/DSCN2811.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516790585936850482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While we were waiting to board the cruise, we sat along Gurney Drive; the whole family. Pretty apek huh? who cares, its a unique way of having fellowship time with family members.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/TI-T1tegBqI/AAAAAAAAAOE/QMf4uxd6jMQ/s1600/DSCN2818.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/TI-T1tegBqI/AAAAAAAAAOE/QMf4uxd6jMQ/s320/DSCN2818.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516790619502020258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Meet my grandparents =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/TI-T0jGaSwI/AAAAAAAAAN0/2RCkOquWhvE/s1600/DSCN2813.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/TI-T0jGaSwI/AAAAAAAAAN0/2RCkOquWhvE/s320/DSCN2813.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516790599536757506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Meet my cousins =) I'm pretty close to the one on the left, the one on the right? nah...but he sticks to my bro like glue =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/TI-T0ZYounI/AAAAAAAAANs/xIfI2WiVKHA/s1600/DSCN2817.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/TI-T0ZYounI/AAAAAAAAANs/xIfI2WiVKHA/s320/DSCN2817.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516790596928846450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some ppl say she looks like me when i was younger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/TI-XI_FHS1I/AAAAAAAAAOM/FkeT1a-Yc28/s1600/DSCN2821.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/TI-XI_FHS1I/AAAAAAAAAOM/FkeT1a-Yc28/s320/DSCN2821.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516794249179777874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They were all watching me play P vs Z on my bro's ipod touch =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/TI-T1CY1SVI/AAAAAAAAAN8/wDnMhFomgZY/s1600/DSCN2830.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/TI-T1CY1SVI/AAAAAAAAAN8/wDnMhFomgZY/s320/DSCN2830.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516790607935523154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Forgot what i was doing...looking at something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/TI-XJka0vrI/AAAAAAAAAOU/fN7o5jf9FH4/s1600/DSCN2851.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/TI-XJka0vrI/AAAAAAAAAOU/fN7o5jf9FH4/s320/DSCN2851.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516794259202948786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was how the cabin looked like. very small....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/TI-XKj_4K7I/AAAAAAAAAOk/sCzNAXmknYk/s1600/DSCN2854.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/TI-XKj_4K7I/AAAAAAAAAOk/sCzNAXmknYk/s320/DSCN2854.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516794276269796274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My bro and I ^^ *much loves*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/TI-XKNdJLoI/AAAAAAAAAOc/LHsyqLmuwW4/s1600/DSCN2858.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/TI-XKNdJLoI/AAAAAAAAAOc/LHsyqLmuwW4/s320/DSCN2858.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516794270218530434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were having dinner at this chinese restaurant, oh and any transaction is done by justswapping the room key card =) no cash required....i mean on my behalf =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/TI-XKzpl1cI/AAAAAAAAAOs/tGaruHc5Hiw/s1600/DSCN2880.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/TI-XKzpl1cI/AAAAAAAAAOs/tGaruHc5Hiw/s320/DSCN2880.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516794280471287234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well,  we just have to take this photo lol =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/TI-ZZR_mRxI/AAAAAAAAAO0/OHshRGm8j68/s1600/DSCN2874.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/TI-ZZR_mRxI/AAAAAAAAAO0/OHshRGm8j68/s320/DSCN2874.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516796728158078738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm...my brother looks cheeky here hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/TI-ZaXsaCYI/AAAAAAAAAPE/AvakTzlZ7qI/s1600/DSCN2885.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/TI-ZaXsaCYI/AAAAAAAAAPE/AvakTzlZ7qI/s320/DSCN2885.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516796746868066690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us lepak-ing by the pool, which is miniscule...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/TI-Zb1KL93I/AAAAAAAAAPU/fXEsAvyvWoM/s1600/DSCN2915.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/TI-Zb1KL93I/AAAAAAAAAPU/fXEsAvyvWoM/s320/DSCN2915.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516796771957471090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad and I enjoying the night lights. Its Penang we were looking at =) I just LOVE night lights, aren't they the most beautiful things? KL night lights should be awesome too ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/TI-ZbP0KS2I/AAAAAAAAAPM/5rDvK6QonYI/s1600/DSCN2895.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/TI-ZbP0KS2I/AAAAAAAAAPM/5rDvK6QonYI/s320/DSCN2895.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516796761932974946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My other bro =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/TI-ZaNrwJ3I/AAAAAAAAAO8/xX3Qfw6Ef78/s1600/DSCN2942.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/TI-ZaNrwJ3I/AAAAAAAAAO8/xX3Qfw6Ef78/s320/DSCN2942.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516796744180967282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My two cheeky cousins, playing slide on the ...er....dunno-know-what&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;haha anyways so long for now =) its really late...so ciaos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990927484700748753-2043669063471567712?l=ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/feeds/2043669063471567712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990927484700748753&amp;postID=2043669063471567712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/2043669063471567712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/2043669063471567712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/2010/09/procrastinating-much.html' title='Procrastinating much?'/><author><name>vicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03544937296438123618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/TI-Tzwb8LjI/AAAAAAAAANk/GV1XDGhtYn8/s72-c/DSCN2811.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990927484700748753.post-8130487072853033074</id><published>2010-09-08T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T08:33:58.595-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whee~</title><content type='html'>Yes, I'm happy today, even though I'm broke for spending too much money lol Well, today I did something I always wanted to do, but never getting the chance to do it or even if i got the chance, i never had the guts to do it =P So, anyway, today i (or rather we)helped a blind man on the LRT station to get to his destination safe and sound =) He was a random guy, a stranger, a person we dun know....but since we were going to Mid Valley after our interview at Le Meridian, we thought why not? It kindda made me feel grateful to have eyes, to be able to see this beautiful world. To him, his world is pitch black, he doesn't even know the faces of the people who has helped him, his friends, all he knows and recognizes are their voices =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I love this feeling of helping ppl. Even giving up a seat for an elderly woman in the LRT/KTM can make my day =) and yes, i want to do something and make an impact on people's lives while i'm still here, i want to leave my footstep on this earth....to make a difference. So far, my life has been just ho-hum, and i wonder if i actually matter in ppl's lives, sometimes i think even if i died, nobody would cry, nobody would miss me and i'll be just gone with the wind, *snaps* just like that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haih....what to do? ish....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990927484700748753-8130487072853033074?l=ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/feeds/8130487072853033074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990927484700748753&amp;postID=8130487072853033074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/8130487072853033074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/8130487072853033074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/2010/09/whee.html' title='Whee~'/><author><name>vicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03544937296438123618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990927484700748753.post-8157195110801293574</id><published>2010-09-03T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T09:05:09.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>P vs Z</title><content type='html'>I must say that this game is a whole lotta fun! Thanks to Marcus for borrowing me his external Hard drive just to install this game into my PC =) Thanks Marcus!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/TIEYdCPbYyI/AAAAAAAAANE/KbUrLN8XxH0/s1600/plants-vs-zombies-20090402114225619_640w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/TIEYdCPbYyI/AAAAAAAAANE/KbUrLN8XxH0/s320/plants-vs-zombies-20090402114225619_640w.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512714305975051042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is like the cutest game ever lol =)I think the creator of this game is very creative and has put a lot of thoughts into making this game. Why cute you say? Let me tell you why....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/TIEYdXtRVkI/AAAAAAAAANM/kOMv9tfPJXQ/s1600/tumblr_l0c0yqwQY91qazat1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 96px; height: 96px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/TIEYdXtRVkI/AAAAAAAAANM/kOMv9tfPJXQ/s320/tumblr_l0c0yqwQY91qazat1.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512714311737366082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Wall-Nut, super cute fella hahaha he stops the zombies for a moment. He is smiling at first, but when he is about to die, he shows this sad face...aw~ isn't he just cute? And the description on his profile is super cute too, its like somebody interviewed him or something hahahahaha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/TIEYc7PxI8I/AAAAAAAAAM8/ghN0kLT87nE/s1600/1089314-newspaper_zombie_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 289px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/TIEYc7PxI8I/AAAAAAAAAM8/ghN0kLT87nE/s320/1089314-newspaper_zombie_large.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512714304097428418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hohoho this one i like oso, this old zombie reads the newspaper, he walks relatively slow til you break his newspaper, then he get cranky and walks faster woot? O.o so cute right? and then his profile oso very cute. His profile states that he is *this* close to finishing his sudoku puzzle but the paper broke, so he got cranky hahahahaha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/TIEayXZaRZI/AAAAAAAAANU/HAASM5u2TUM/s1600/1280798882.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 135px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/TIEayXZaRZI/AAAAAAAAANU/HAASM5u2TUM/s320/1280798882.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512716871454573970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the dancing zombie, he looks like Michael Jackson, dances like him too lol great to put a cherry bomb and blast him up for good =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/TIEay06egFI/AAAAAAAAANc/mGR3rDE7YfA/s1600/Squash1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 128px; height: 128px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/TIEay06egFI/AAAAAAAAANc/mGR3rDE7YfA/s320/Squash1.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512716879377891410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh i forgot what this one is called, but I LOVE it all the same ^^ ultra cute weih~ he squashes zombies like a pro hahaha but before he squashes them, he gives them raised eyebrows before smashing them. Too bad it kills itself while doing that...what a hero no? hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are many other characters too, unfortunately i've only played til level 3...so there are definitely going to be more cute creatures coming up =P Oh and the zombies do too leave messages to me, and their spelling is soooo funny and they are full of manners too hahahhahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so long for now =) toodles..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990927484700748753-8157195110801293574?l=ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/feeds/8157195110801293574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990927484700748753&amp;postID=8157195110801293574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/8157195110801293574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/8157195110801293574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/2010/09/p-vs-z.html' title='P vs Z'/><author><name>vicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03544937296438123618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/TIEYdCPbYyI/AAAAAAAAANE/KbUrLN8XxH0/s72-c/plants-vs-zombies-20090402114225619_640w.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990927484700748753.post-689028006136463541</id><published>2010-08-21T06:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T06:39:18.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Innocence O.O</title><content type='html'>Ah~ though today i didn't get to spend the afternoon with my college mates at 1U, BUT i managed to curi-curi leave the house since it was empty to join my secondary school friends for badminton ^^ It's fun just hanging around them, and i was like a flower vase (as usual for all sports)in the middle of the court, making things worst for Marcus only =P sorry! Met a new friend, her name is Melissa, however i knew her b4 i met her, because of the internet! I wasn't stalking, its just that their names just happen to pop up on Facebook, or in blogs and same thing goes to Justin, i too met him b4 i met him =.= get it? nvm... Anyways, we experienced some driving from Huey Teck lol quite scary, but who am i to judge? I'm equally terrible, enough said. Thanks to both Huey Teck and Marcus for sending me back to my doorstep =) love you guys! ^^ * i think after i said that you will sure let me walk back home next time wan, but come on, i'm expressing my gratitude!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Was just suddenly thinking about kids when i was browsing through well.... can i call her my friend? she is like 10 years younger than me, well i guess i can. So anyway i was browsing through her photo album on Facebook &lt;-( perfect tool for stalking) and it hit me that kids in general are so unpretentious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they are happy they hug you.&lt;br /&gt;When they are happy they ARE happy.&lt;br /&gt;When they are sad they cry.&lt;br /&gt;When they don't like you, they hit you.&lt;br /&gt;When they are angry, they show it.&lt;br /&gt;When they like you, they really do =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to forget, they are very trusting beings, they trust everything an adult say. so full of innocence, not a doubt at all. I remember there was this kid, William who wasn't very close to me at all, then one day he was sick and i offered him my lap to sleep on, after he was feeling better, he practically climbed all over me =.= This situation made me think that kids are kindda gullible, just treat them a lil bit nicer and they will give you all their heart and trust. Kids are cool, very unpretentious, they dun hide emotions like adults do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it, the mindset of a child is very interesting. They looked at me with eyes as big as dinner plates when i say i have a mum and that i still live with my parents. lol They think all adults have to work and stay far far away from their parents. Then one day this boy even asked me, " Are you married?" O.O what? i look so old meh? i think it's not the looks, i believe they think that whoever is of bigger size than them are adults and have to work and get married. lol hilarious =) but aren't they cute? nah...not all the time =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990927484700748753-689028006136463541?l=ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/feeds/689028006136463541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990927484700748753&amp;postID=689028006136463541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/689028006136463541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/689028006136463541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/2010/08/innocence-oo.html' title='Innocence O.O'/><author><name>vicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03544937296438123618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990927484700748753.post-4831340071259518634</id><published>2010-08-16T05:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T06:09:02.009-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Small powerful things</title><content type='html'>Good things comes in small packages =) no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, Chili Padi ( small yet spicy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIAMOND RINGS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/TGkxfGlb6mI/AAAAAAAAAMo/IbznwEybz7w/s1600/Asscher+Ring+1.00+Tiffany-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/TGkxfGlb6mI/AAAAAAAAAMo/IbznwEybz7w/s320/Asscher+Ring+1.00+Tiffany-2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505986429850479202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, something happened last week! But i was just too lazy to blog about it. It really is something worth blogging =) ok, so here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last week, my friends and I went for lunch at our cafeteria which is called Recezz. It was so full we hardly could find a table for 6, however it was as if God was listening, HE gave us this table just when we were about to give up looking for a place to sit. I tell you, that place was blessed. You'll know why later....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, my friends and I went to get our respective foods and we started eating. So after eating, we chit-chated AND AND AND SUDDENLY this guy came down the stairs with a megaphone. He then spoke through the megaphone calling for his lover, ( we shall call her A) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so he shouted :" A!!! Where are you?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* we were puzzled, we thought he was out of his mind &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He shouted again:" A!! where are you? I can't see you? can anyone help me locate her? A!! stand up where ever you are!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He later added " A!! I love you! you are the love of my life!....." ( something like that la, something very mushy =S)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* then this pretty girl stood up, and then he went over to her....( at this time the whole cafeteria was very excited! everytime the guy said something to proclaim his love, the crowd just grew wilder)&lt;br /&gt;and then, he said :" I love you" and knelt down and then said :" Will you marry me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOAH WOAH WOAH ( the crowd just went wild! and my friends and I were like "WHAT?! so young??" )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she said :" Yes!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuyoh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the crowd then later cheered and cheered for them to kiss but they refused...aww~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN, we realized something amiss, they behaved normally after that, i then suspected that it was just a play. and true enuf! the fliers came, they were promoting their service class themed " put a ring on it" RM 320 for a table for 4 &lt;br /&gt;sienzz.... so expensive...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol anyway the point is, that guy really very thick skin lo~ even though it was just to promote your restaurant, he and his team went that extra mile. He stood on the table speaking with the megaphone, proclaiming his love for his lover in a place full of strangers and unknown ppl just to attract attention. If it were you, will you do it? regardless if its for advertising or for real, proclaiming your love? heh heh heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, if my boyfriend were to do that to me, i would have no face lol and probably try to blend into the crowd even more and get away as soon as I can ;P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh oh &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and.... they also went full fledged by tying cans to their cars and honking around campus with the " Just Married" sign hanging on their cars! Not Bad right?! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i guess you were wondering y our table was blessed? because we were right in the middle of the action! we saw EVERYTHING! hahahahahhaahaha great huh? lol it was that day that i played Dodgeball for 5 hours straight hahhaha muscle cramp sial! &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i guess fairy tales still do exist? well not really lol it only happens in advertising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: that guy and that girl are a couple in reality lol the onl thing not real is probably the marriage lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990927484700748753-4831340071259518634?l=ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/feeds/4831340071259518634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990927484700748753&amp;postID=4831340071259518634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/4831340071259518634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/4831340071259518634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/2010/08/small-powerful-things.html' title='Small powerful things'/><author><name>vicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03544937296438123618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/TGkxfGlb6mI/AAAAAAAAAMo/IbznwEybz7w/s72-c/Asscher+Ring+1.00+Tiffany-2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990927484700748753.post-7510015490020048944</id><published>2010-08-10T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T08:18:41.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The power of $$</title><content type='html'>It amusing to know what money can do to a person, and when i mean money i mean a sudden chunk of money just landed from no where like say winning a lottery. Money can make a person&lt;br /&gt;Arrogant &lt;br /&gt;a Spendthrift&lt;br /&gt;Crazy&lt;br /&gt;Poor &lt;== ( yes! the irony!)&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes ppl are so full of themselves when they have a sudden big chunk of money.They start going around buying things they once wished to have but couldn't afford it at that time.Then they spend and they spend til they have no more money which then leads to them going crazy because they are so used to having the "rich" lifestyle and they realized that they couldn't afford the things they used to purchase and well yea they commit suicide. or even if they don't, they ended up poorer than they used to be... I just read in the newspaper today that this guy torched himself up because he has used up his 1mil lottery winnings =/ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it takes GREAT self control to manage that great amount of money, and with that self control, a person can become richer and RICHER ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990927484700748753-7510015490020048944?l=ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/feeds/7510015490020048944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990927484700748753&amp;postID=7510015490020048944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/7510015490020048944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/7510015490020048944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/2010/08/power-of.html' title='The power of $$'/><author><name>vicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03544937296438123618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990927484700748753.post-7118083219531310125</id><published>2010-08-03T04:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T04:52:49.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why bother?</title><content type='html'>yes...why bother? =.= I'm so used to you ignoring me already. What you are doing now is only wasting my time and also yours, so why bother?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990927484700748753-7118083219531310125?l=ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/feeds/7118083219531310125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990927484700748753&amp;postID=7118083219531310125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/7118083219531310125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/7118083219531310125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/2010/08/why-bother.html' title='Why bother?'/><author><name>vicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03544937296438123618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990927484700748753.post-3020501345224219782</id><published>2010-07-30T03:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T05:03:10.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'>=(</title><content type='html'>Urgh...lost my cool today and scolded someone..feel so guilty right now =( i'm super duper sorry, u just caught me at the wrong time, it totally wasn't your fault, i was just really really stress and frustrated and you came along and i just snapped and walked right out the door, i didn't mean it ok? sorry....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learnt something today,never never never ever lose your cool and say something you don't mean to others, though what said at that time was never what it meant to be, because after the incident you WILL feel super guilty, and i still feel guilty even after i've apologized face-to-face &gt;.&lt; ouch man!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990927484700748753-3020501345224219782?l=ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/feeds/3020501345224219782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990927484700748753&amp;postID=3020501345224219782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/3020501345224219782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/3020501345224219782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post.html' title='=('/><author><name>vicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03544937296438123618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990927484700748753.post-1259629396344604127</id><published>2010-07-23T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T08:07:48.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ouch!</title><content type='html'>Yes, i have muscle cramp due to dodgeball =.= hurts like mad everytime i walked up the stairs... i walk like an old lady in campus, how sad =( i wonder y i dun see HouYi in dodgeball, i thought she comes to Lakeside for dodgeball practice =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways.... update on the photos&lt;br /&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/_6j-RI5SfCso/TEmtmqDd_OI/AAAAAAAAAMA/CQrWXLnUrSU/s1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/TEmtmqDd_OI/AAAAAAAAAMA/CQrWXLnUrSU/s320/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497115699817872610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mind the "snow white" pose...i was talking to the staff who was suppose to give me FREE lunch =D which reminds me i haven't redeemed it yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/TEmuNROvpYI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/oOJ2ycQS80E/s1600/38489_416656064543_578204543_4483267_452151_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/TEmuNROvpYI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/oOJ2ycQS80E/s320/38489_416656064543_578204543_4483267_452151_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497116363169179010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I dun think this was the tallest tower =/ it tumbled b4 we could take a pic of it, it was very very tall though =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/TEmtmNH9w1I/AAAAAAAAAL4/3axRfwtkwoY/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/TEmtmNH9w1I/AAAAAAAAAL4/3axRfwtkwoY/s320/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497115692052104018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ah~ this was the picture taken when we went for our seniors service class at night =) FOC man! but in the end we insisted on paying 50% of the cost, pity the poor guy la...hmm we kept commenting on his service sequence(all wrong), i hope i wont be like that in the near future after industrial training, but can't blame him la, who on earth use service sequence in the industry? only in super super fine dining only does it matters =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, b4 the service class, we went and visit our new lakeside plaza where our very own hotel and hostel is. Damn nice weih!! the cafeteria there looks awesome even though nothing has moved there..can't imagine how it will look like next time. While we were there, we sang like drunkards and point at aeroplanes like jakuns hahaha i laughed alot yesterday =) i also spent alot of $$ yesterday =(  anyway its the company that counts right? ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990927484700748753-1259629396344604127?l=ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/feeds/1259629396344604127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990927484700748753&amp;postID=1259629396344604127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/1259629396344604127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/1259629396344604127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/2010/07/ouch.html' title='ouch!'/><author><name>vicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03544937296438123618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/TEmtmqDd_OI/AAAAAAAAAMA/CQrWXLnUrSU/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990927484700748753.post-651110739981313774</id><published>2010-07-21T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T07:32:40.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ladiladidum</title><content type='html'>It was the first thing that pops into my mind, please ignore the title =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Term 3's timetable doesn't seem as packed as Term 2's killing time table. Today I had the MOST free time of my life, i practically collected dust in the student life centre and then later on at Dessert Bar from 11-4 &gt;.&lt;  okay it was a lil fun collecting dust because we played Uno Stacko. I won a free lunch just because one of the staff said that i will tumble the tower yet i managed to keep it upright =D it was so random, she just came over and told me it will DEFINITELY tumble. hahahahaha hopefully pictures will be uploaded soon on facebook since the pictures weren't taken by me. Anyway i could have gone home at 11 however because i was staying back to play dodgeball, i waited til 4 =/ Dodgeball today was fun =) nobody to take turns to play so practically the court was ours =) i suck badly obviously, my throws are like tao fu but who cares it was fun playing, though i was always the first to get kicked out and i sweated more picking up balls then throwing balls =p must make it a point to train up my hands so i can throw harder muahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, and thx so much to Luke and his 4 other friends who turn up for my service class yesterday ^^ i really appreaciated it, we had 0 guest coz we just came back from the holidays, and somehow ppl love to choose Truffles restaurant over Tarragon restaurant, so it was a really last minute thing and we managed to pull in 43 guest in the end thx to michelle =) I didn't serve anybody yesterday coz i was bartending, and so sorry no mocktail, too last minute sampai ingredients pun tak de. But seriously i really want to thank Luke for coming =) my friend say he very yeng hahahaha come in and ask to see menu =.= then ask permission to call his friends, she didn't know he made a reservation under me so my friend turn him down lol all in all thx so much for coming ^^ and coming over to the bar to say hi lol luckily my lecturer tak marah =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990927484700748753-651110739981313774?l=ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/feeds/651110739981313774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990927484700748753&amp;postID=651110739981313774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/651110739981313774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/651110739981313774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/2010/07/ladiladidum.html' title='Ladiladidum'/><author><name>vicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03544937296438123618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990927484700748753.post-7069325179419035189</id><published>2010-07-16T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T08:18:53.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sorry!</title><content type='html'>heh been neglecting this blog for far too long..was just lazy to blog thats all. Anyways, i have been watching &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; of movies lately, even when i am suppose to be doing my assignment =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so #1 on the list&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/TEBu6mpGVjI/AAAAAAAAALI/gIOrecr4OTY/s1600/talenttime.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/TEBu6mpGVjI/AAAAAAAAALI/gIOrecr4OTY/s320/talenttime.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494513498476402226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Talentime =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yes, i love this movie, and it would be great if i understood &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;sign language&lt;/span&gt; =/ makes me even more keen on learning sign language. Its very touching, about race and religion... not exactly la but something like that la, about malay liking indians but got objections from parents etc.. it was really touching in the end, it got my eyes watery T.T though i always tell ppl i dun cry in movies =P okay fine, rahsia terbongkar, i'm not &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;THAT&lt;/span&gt; cold hearted afterall..  Anyway, i find that the characters have chemistry, and though the poor indian guy can't talk (he's deaf) he and the girl, Melur managed to potray the love atmosphere =) lol its like, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Love is Silence&lt;/span&gt; wow~&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; superb man!&lt;/span&gt; Maybe i should consider a deaf bf hahahahaha come what may...come what may.... come to think of it, how can someone deaf enter a school for normal kids? how does he even listen in class? lol to lip read is hard as well i guess =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2 on my list goes to Killers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/TEBu63DEIQI/AAAAAAAAALQ/cLIMGDSlFCo/s1600/killers-movie-poster-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 217px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/TEBu63DEIQI/AAAAAAAAALQ/cLIMGDSlFCo/s320/killers-movie-poster-01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494513502880276738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuyoh, damn nice weih~ Ashton Kutcher Wheeee~ ^^ &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;*on cloud 9 for a moment* &lt;/span&gt;well it only happens in movies so i can basically dream on! boo hoo... well i like his character =) a very loving husband i must  say =) until ppl he knew started to kill him and his wife. He was still loving just that he suddenly became firm and well...authoritative lol seriously, trust no one....not even the "friendly" neighbours. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;I love action movies &lt;/span&gt;^^ especially the ones like this. Mr and Mrs Smith too =D 2 thumbs up =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then #3 the most dissappointing one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/TEBu7Sscd6I/AAAAAAAAALY/AoqzAPCuoJ0/s1600/eclipse-poster-movie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/TEBu7Sscd6I/AAAAAAAAALY/AoqzAPCuoJ0/s320/eclipse-poster-movie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494513510301595554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;yup Eclipse...haih...words just fail me...nothing like the book, and in fact if you dun read the book you won't know whats going on! the characters also don't have chemistry on screen, and i thought they were a couple off screen, shouldn't that help? kindda like no expression, and the words spoken has no life in it. Maybe its just me, but i guess i expect more out of it =/ i guess thats what makes stephanie meyers books so special, i think nobody can make a perfect show out of her books. The show would be so much more better if Bella's thoughts could be heard, in the book, her every thought was written out, it made you understand the character, the show? nah, and even her facial expression didn't help potray her character, its like Kristin didn't do her character justice =/ and same goes to Edward...on the otherhand Jacob did great, his acting skills are MUCH better =D dun worry, i'm not on team jacob neither am i on team Edward lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wait!! I also finish&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;E &lt;/span&gt;^^ yes GLEE ! season 1 volume 2 =D i'm gleeful hahahahahaha love their songs ^^ damn nice even though some of the songs were&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt; from my daddy's era&lt;/span&gt; *ugh* but the Glee cast made the songs sound &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;so much more&lt;/span&gt; better like Don't Stop Believing and Imagine =D and there was an episode on Lady Gaga lol love the outfits...the one on the left is a guy btw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/TEB2x8oy7pI/AAAAAAAAALg/QHPPSaqYqVU/s1600/ladygagaglee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 296px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/TEB2x8oy7pI/AAAAAAAAALg/QHPPSaqYqVU/s320/ladygagaglee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494522145854910098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and though Sue Sylvester should be the villian here, i somehow &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;love &lt;/span&gt;her snide remarks especially when she teases Mr Schuester lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've watched other movies too but i'm too lazy to blog about them..so ya..can't wait to watch &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;despicable me&lt;/span&gt; ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990927484700748753-7069325179419035189?l=ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/feeds/7069325179419035189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990927484700748753&amp;postID=7069325179419035189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/7069325179419035189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/7069325179419035189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/2010/07/sorry.html' title='sorry!'/><author><name>vicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03544937296438123618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/TEBu6mpGVjI/AAAAAAAAALI/gIOrecr4OTY/s72-c/talenttime.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990927484700748753.post-8114889736364090294</id><published>2010-05-28T05:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T05:59:15.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'>woof!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/S_-8dqqYYkI/AAAAAAAAALA/WBLljT3GSzI/s1600/IMG_0043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/S_-8dqqYYkI/AAAAAAAAALA/WBLljT3GSzI/s320/IMG_0043.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476302889760088642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this dog very yelpy...scolding the whole time "yip yip yip yip yip"&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/_6j-RI5SfCso/S_-8dJgaTwI/AAAAAAAAAK4/wXiwi_Z2aDo/s1600/IMG_0034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/S_-8dJgaTwI/AAAAAAAAAK4/wXiwi_Z2aDo/s320/IMG_0034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476302880859901698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this dog damn cute lo, wants ppl to sayang him wan&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/_6j-RI5SfCso/S_-8cmF41XI/AAAAAAAAAKw/KrUq9rcitvI/s1600/IMG_0046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/S_-8cmF41XI/AAAAAAAAAKw/KrUq9rcitvI/s320/IMG_0046.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476302871353415026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the number of dogs in the pound is tremendous, look at all their eyes...awww....&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/_6j-RI5SfCso/S_-8cQD5SZI/AAAAAAAAAKo/9yJteUjKl_0/s1600/IMG_0051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/S_-8cQD5SZI/AAAAAAAAAKo/9yJteUjKl_0/s320/IMG_0051.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476302865439476114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This dog very camera shy, sorry lo have to force you to look at the camera ^^ the only dog that didn't walk me =)  so cute la this dog, very sad looking eyes and manja too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/S_-8b4b_OOI/AAAAAAAAAKg/oLe4Fvb521o/s1600/IMG_0050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/S_-8b4b_OOI/AAAAAAAAAKg/oLe4Fvb521o/s320/IMG_0050.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476302859098077410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Went to PAWS today, the place was filled with dogs, strays of coz which were taken in so that they had a roof over their heads and food to eat. My friends arrived late as they got lost while finding the place...not everyone notices the place wan lo~ even though its like next to the main road. So after my friends arrived, the person in charge brought us all into his office to "brief" us. Wow, i was scared of him weih~ it was like going for a job interview. He had this very stern voice which frightens me, he asked us alot of questions which were hmm...how do i put it, very morally inclined? Like "what do you know about the shelter?", "what do you think we do?", "did you guys come here for assignment purposes or community service?" then the tough questions comes..."where do you draw the line when it comes to putting the animals to sleep?" so my friends just answered " to end the dogs sufferings, so put it to sleep la" then he shoots back " So what makes you think you can play God and end the animals life?" and then adds " if your father is brain dead and is on life support will you pull the plug?" its really a though question to answer..but then it made us realize that a dogs life is important too, and needs a long term commitment from owners. He then told us that there is no right or wrong answer, its all what we believe in, then he told us about the dogs being put to sleep, it nearly brought tears to my eyes, but didn't drop out la hahaha, but poor Yi Wen, she was so moved til she cried. but seriously lo damn sad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, to brighten up the day, we went to the pound and all 8 of us got to work. We took the dogs out for a walk and then later brought them back for a bath. The poor doggies were so eager to leave their cages that they practically rush to the door when the guy wanted to put them on a leash for us. Instead of me walking the dogs, the dogs were walking me =.= hyper active dogs...I love all the dogs, they were all cute in their own way, and they too were like humans, there are some dogs who loves ppl and always yearns for attention and there are some who loves to emo at the corner of the cage. And some of them love to fight...so teritorial. I really had fun today, though it has given me a hugh headache &gt;.&lt; and a smelly body + car hahahaha i left the place heavy heartedly as I don't know if i will be seeing the same dogs again when i visit the next time.I hope all of them gets adopted by good families but i know some of them will be put to sleep....Love needs no pedigree&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990927484700748753-8114889736364090294?l=ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/feeds/8114889736364090294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990927484700748753&amp;postID=8114889736364090294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/8114889736364090294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/8114889736364090294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/2010/05/woof.html' title='woof!'/><author><name>vicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03544937296438123618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/S_-8dqqYYkI/AAAAAAAAALA/WBLljT3GSzI/s72-c/IMG_0043.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990927484700748753.post-2687987779497230102</id><published>2010-05-18T06:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T06:04:50.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>somehow when somebody say that something is very nice, it means its very ugly....maybe it's just me. I have trouble trusting people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990927484700748753-2687987779497230102?l=ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/feeds/2687987779497230102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990927484700748753&amp;postID=2687987779497230102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/2687987779497230102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/2687987779497230102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/2010/05/somehow-when-somebody-say-that.html' title=''/><author><name>vicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03544937296438123618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990927484700748753.post-1874141415287816917</id><published>2010-05-17T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T07:31:46.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Teacher's Day =)</title><content type='html'>Today marks the day where teachers at SMKBU (3) celebrates teacher's day. Though if i'm not mistaken, F5 today having exam too haha, still it has NEVER dampen the spirit of celebrating teacher's day =) I would like to take this opportunity to thank teachers who has taught me since F1 til F5 because if it weren't for them, i would not have been who i am today. And though i know that the chances of them reading this blog is 0% but still its ok. I will always remember&lt;br /&gt;Pn Norazlina&lt;==( best class teacher of all times, no offence to previous years class teachers),&lt;br /&gt;En Idaham&lt;==(fierce on the outside but nice on the inside, hm..reminds me of biscuits lol),&lt;br /&gt;Mr Lim &lt;==( easy to bully wan hahahaha),&lt;br /&gt;Pn Misliah&lt;==( another one who i thought at first was damn strict, but in the end found out she was super nice, really enjoyed her BM class),&lt;br /&gt;Datin Tan&lt;===(awesome chemistry teacher, i'm lucky i got her for both my important exam year, still didn't manage to thank her when i went back that day =/)&lt;br /&gt;Pn Er &lt;==( fun fun punya cikgu, always tangkap me to do work lol =P)&lt;br /&gt;There were many other teacher's who made my secondary school life whole too, but it would be a long list to write heh heh oh wait~ tuition teachers too&lt;br /&gt;Mrs D&lt;== awesome add maths teacher lol i love and enjoyed her class =) till now i still remember mr Shubs hahaha and her epic way of saying " why are we talking?"&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Tan&lt;== chemistry with her was damn awesome too, her teachings made its way straight to my head, love the ppl i met there too =)&lt;br /&gt;Ok there was one teacher's name i forgot &gt;.&lt; i know pathetic...my accounts tuition teacher! serious! he teach accounts oso damn chunted wan, ppl so bodoh like me oso can catch up within such a short time.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Goey&lt;== walau, his class cannot sleep wan, too interesting liao hahaha one bad thing he always repeats the tayangan gambar. its because of him i get to know alot of peribahasa and managed to score on both my important exam =) of coz Pn Misliah oso contributed la~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;HAPPY TEACHER'S DAY TO ALL YOU EPIC PPL ^^ EDUCATORS OF TOMORROW'S LEADERS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990927484700748753-1874141415287816917?l=ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/feeds/1874141415287816917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990927484700748753&amp;postID=1874141415287816917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/1874141415287816917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/1874141415287816917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-teachers-day.html' title='Happy Teacher&apos;s Day =)'/><author><name>vicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03544937296438123618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990927484700748753.post-3966220936193714175</id><published>2010-04-21T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T07:55:25.059-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Phew!</title><content type='html'>Alot has been happening lately, for example today, we had a false fire drill alarm. I was happily enjoying class ( a very interesting one indeed) when suddenly a voice came over the speakers ( is that even what you call it ? i dunno, something like the ones you hear in the departmental stores wan la. Didn't know those things exist in college) and asked us to leave our respective classrooms......and help the disabled. ( dun mind the dot dot dots coz the class was too noisy to listen what they were trying to say) So my whole class climb down the stairs from the 8th floor to the 2nd floor just to realize that it was a false alarm and have to climb back the flight of stairs back to our respective classes at the 8th floor =.= ( we didn't use the lift because the WHOLE school was using the lift =.=) Yup, so i got my exercise for the day...i wonder how many calories were burnt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was yesterday =.= sad case.... reached college at 8.15 just to be barred by the lecturer from entering class.(class was 8.00 a.m. by the way) Happy day isn't it? 15 MINUTES late and i couldn't help it coz its a stupid private bus. Then for the rest of the day, we waited on the lecturers who didn't turn up in the end...they didn't even bother to tell us on the portal that classes were cancelled. Might as well stay at home and sleep la! so there goes one day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok...must relax...chill....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was just thinking just now, somehow when you pray that you won't get it, He purposely makes you get it. Confusing much? ok for example... last time i was wishing so hard, praying that i wouldn't be in the same group with this girl, then poof! the next thing i knew, i was in her group. And on another account, just that day only, i sat for my QTI ( some pre-test thingy you have to sit before you go for JPJ test) I was praying i didn't get a Viva...and yup! you guessed right, i got a stupid Viva and to make things worst, i got a FEMALE examiner. No examiner sucks more than a female examiner, she yelled at me the whole way when her instructions are really not clear, i seriously dun know what she was talking about &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in conclusion, i believe the Almighty God put two opposing magnets together so that we can be stronger, smarter, braver, be tolerant and to be able to love each other and understand each other more each day =) i wonder what more obstacles awaits me...i'm such a pathetic weakling =.=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990927484700748753-3966220936193714175?l=ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/feeds/3966220936193714175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990927484700748753&amp;postID=3966220936193714175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/3966220936193714175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/3966220936193714175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/2010/04/phew.html' title='Phew!'/><author><name>vicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03544937296438123618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990927484700748753.post-3956032966378663784</id><published>2010-04-12T03:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T03:32:38.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jump!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/S8L1mpp3gDI/AAAAAAAAAKA/0VVAxmDHtwE/s1600/1003190516a58774ecd804ded4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/S8L1mpp3gDI/AAAAAAAAAKA/0VVAxmDHtwE/s320/1003190516a58774ecd804ded4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459195742691754034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh i watched another movie yesterday =P and this time it's Jump =) nice movie, all about dreams and achieving it, very inspirational ^^ kampung girl with big dreams. Somehow it got me er, encouraged haha =) and as usual i was looking out for cuties...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/S8L1nNerfOI/AAAAAAAAAKI/jD9x9KO7Inc/s1600/chinese-daniel-wu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/S8L1nNerfOI/AAAAAAAAAKI/jD9x9KO7Inc/s320/chinese-daniel-wu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459195752308505826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Daniel Wu&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/_6j-RI5SfCso/S8L1nlBl1dI/AAAAAAAAAKY/HNddm8ahDr8/s1600/Wang+Lee+Hom2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/S8L1nlBl1dI/AAAAAAAAAKY/HNddm8ahDr8/s320/Wang+Lee+Hom2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459195758628951506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wang Lee Hom ( not in movie)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/S8L1nulk_xI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/FTa3u9kltjw/s1600/Leon-Jay-Williams-LiWeilian-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 285px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/S8L1nulk_xI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/FTa3u9kltjw/s320/Leon-Jay-Williams-LiWeilian-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459195761195810578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Leon Jay William&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so you know why i put their pictures here (even when Wang Lee Hom isn't  in the movie?) because they kindda look alike to me. Don't they to you? I like Leon facial features best but my dad prefer Wang Lee Hom's ( Hou yi must be jumping with joy now =.=") haha anyway they are all erm...cute ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990927484700748753-3956032966378663784?l=ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/feeds/3956032966378663784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990927484700748753&amp;postID=3956032966378663784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/3956032966378663784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/3956032966378663784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/2010/04/jump.html' title='Jump!'/><author><name>vicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03544937296438123618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/S8L1mpp3gDI/AAAAAAAAAKA/0VVAxmDHtwE/s72-c/1003190516a58774ecd804ded4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990927484700748753.post-2113203058861877405</id><published>2010-04-10T23:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T23:28:26.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays =D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;yea! so i have 11 days off since its a holiday *duh~*  so i borrowed the full season of Glee and watched it at home =) it was an original copy some more so everything was perfect =D it was a very enjoyable series and i must say its way better than HSM *sorry HSM fans!* but seriously, this series caught me on its first episode and i finished it within 2 days ^^ oh, and this series has really really awesome soundtracks. I personally like "imagine" , "Defying gravity" and "don't stop believing" T.T its so good it brings tears to my eyes *sobs* haha just joking about the teary eyed part =) good show so go watch!&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/S8FqBwsVDAI/AAAAAAAAAJo/2YtSXul9kgA/s1600/Glee%2BCast%2Bglee_cast_fox.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 258px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/S8FqBwsVDAI/AAAAAAAAAJo/2YtSXul9kgA/s320/Glee%2BCast%2Bglee_cast_fox.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458760801832995842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Awesome show, filled with moral values! totally encourage you guys to watch it =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/S8FqCVQNEgI/AAAAAAAAAJw/EeNwrLZg7_0/s1600/glee-cory-monteith.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/S8FqCVQNEgI/AAAAAAAAAJw/EeNwrLZg7_0/s320/glee-cory-monteith.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458760811647144450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is cutie #1 (Cory Monteith as Finn)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/S8FqC_qi38I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/TGgFnTO0mus/s1600/glee-11062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/S8FqC_qi38I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/TGgFnTO0mus/s320/glee-11062.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458760823031914434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is cutie #2 (Matthew Morrison as Mr Schuester)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990927484700748753-2113203058861877405?l=ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/feeds/2113203058861877405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990927484700748753&amp;postID=2113203058861877405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/2113203058861877405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/2113203058861877405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/2010/04/holidays-d.html' title='Holidays =D'/><author><name>vicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03544937296438123618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/S8FqBwsVDAI/AAAAAAAAAJo/2YtSXul9kgA/s72-c/Glee%2BCast%2Bglee_cast_fox.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990927484700748753.post-5529951443368350022</id><published>2010-04-03T03:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T04:15:34.629-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/S7cdv_pTVmI/AAAAAAAAAJg/h1Zx6cvDHd4/s1600/CCF03042010_00000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/S7cdv_pTVmI/AAAAAAAAAJg/h1Zx6cvDHd4/s320/CCF03042010_00000.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455862183958369890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this was what i was up to every sunday of the week for the past few months =) i have been volunteering at the children ministry at my church and it was a real privilege to me. The lady standing at the far right wearing white was my sunday school teacher when i was 7 and now i am 18 and she is still in the ministry and we are working together, hahaha shows how long she has been serving the Lord and oso how old she is =P&lt;br /&gt;When i first joined this ministry, i was actually abit worried, since i wasn't strong in my faith and wasn't godly enough to be coaching the kids. And i also thought that i wouldn't get along with the other teachers since i wasn't godly enough and was afraid they would identify me as being not holy. lol apparently i was thinking too much, the other teachers were great, they didn't make me feel as if i was an outcast, they invited me with open arms ^^ so sweet of them ya? and they weren't as strict as i thought them to be like priests hahahha not that they are not holy just.....argh you get it la. I felt that the kids have been a blessing to me, instead of me being a blessing to them. These kids has changed my spiritual life and strengthen my faith in Him, i felt that ever since i have joined this ministry i realized that God is working and doing wonders in my life. Its not that only now that he is working in my life, it's just that i was blind but now i can see =)&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is easter and so is daddy's birthday =) he can get double blessing hahahaha Happy Birthday dad! and Happy Easter to everybody ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990927484700748753-5529951443368350022?l=ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/feeds/5529951443368350022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990927484700748753&amp;postID=5529951443368350022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/5529951443368350022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/5529951443368350022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/2010/04/so-this-was-what-i-was-up-to-every.html' title=''/><author><name>vicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03544937296438123618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/S7cdv_pTVmI/AAAAAAAAAJg/h1Zx6cvDHd4/s72-c/CCF03042010_00000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990927484700748753.post-4042370261257761391</id><published>2010-03-26T05:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T05:35:44.609-07:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;=(</title><content type='html'>zhadou weih~ study so hard hoping Africa come out in the end Europe come out for the second time...%*#@!*% i thought Europe come out for mid term sure wont come out for final wan la, mana tau kena zha til black black ish! And serious, next time we should listen to what Sean says, whatever he say dun come out sure come out wan, so must study like crazy =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, tomorrow is Earth Hour, last year went out with friends kena scold teruk teruk by both parents...sheesh la this year will be a boring year. I wonder what ppl do during earth hour, do they walk about in the streets like last time we did, or do they stay at home in pitch black darkness looking at each other? or do they just sleep early? i'm thinking of what i should do tomorrow....which would be the better option leh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990927484700748753-4042370261257761391?l=ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/feeds/4042370261257761391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990927484700748753&amp;postID=4042370261257761391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/4042370261257761391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/4042370261257761391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post.html' title='&gt;=('/><author><name>vicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03544937296438123618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990927484700748753.post-2659322150988412975</id><published>2010-03-08T05:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T06:03:55.115-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life according to me (science version)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;manipulated variable: age&lt;br /&gt;Responding variable : self esteem&lt;br /&gt;fixed variable             : my height -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the older you get, the lower your self esteem.&lt;br /&gt;therefore age is inversely proportional to the self esteem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990927484700748753-2659322150988412975?l=ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/feeds/2659322150988412975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990927484700748753&amp;postID=2659322150988412975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/2659322150988412975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/2659322150988412975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/2010/03/life-according-to-me-science-version.html' title=''/><author><name>vicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03544937296438123618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990927484700748753.post-5167801800476831095</id><published>2010-03-08T05:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T05:38:58.238-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stressssss</title><content type='html'>ok since some ppl have been prompting me to revive my blog, and so ngam today got something to write about so yea here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My day started off like a roller coaster ride. I was panicking like high time...ok first of all i have alot to do today like discuss the restaurant thing, then pass up geo project,then collect blazer from serena, then FO presentation and the FO brochure, then have to decide on the press kit and then i still have to do my stupid brochure for my com project. THATS alot to do in a day, so it started like this, i don't blame this friend of mine, really i don't..he didn't know and that was natural as the program was probably new to him. so yea, the brochure turned out wrong, my fault for not doing it at home by myself, but still thanks for helping yea!! so when i reached college, i was really panicking already, the bus was late due to traffic jam, and i have only 40 minutes to get things right and reprint the brochure, usually i would have time in between class but for week 7 i have FO straight away after GEO so basically have to run la. anyway, i have to get it done b4 GEO so i panicked, i dun know how to use the printer, and when i finally do, the final product was wrong, so i decided to redo the whole thing to suit the stupid printer. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;( actually not stupid printer, its actually stupid me, didn't realise there was a button to print two page at once correctly, i only figured that out later...stupid huh?) &lt;/span&gt;so anyway that stupid brochure cost me and my friend RM9 altogether, thanks to taylors who charge RM1.50 per page , and if you do the maths, i actually printed 2 times b4 i got it correct. There goes all my quota.. then while i was rushing, suddenly serena miss called, want to pass me my blazer and oso cannot find my locker to put my blazer in,  die lo~ i rushing here somemore have to collect blazer, somemore class going to start in 10 minutes time&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;(and the lecturer lock doors wan if you are late =.=)&lt;/span&gt; somemore i need the blazer for presentation during FO &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;@.@&lt;/span&gt; thats y roller coaster lo but in the end, manage to do the brochure, though not as nice as i wanted it to be but at least its presentable and i beat the lecturer into class yay!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i stress the whole day until my friend oso say my face so scary hahaha sorry lo~ if i scared you =) everything fell into place after GEO and though FO was very er nervous-ish, but manage to pull it off la hahaha nobody asked us questions =P * i mouthed them not to* hee hee everything turn out well in the end ^^ &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Praise the Lord! He took care of everything =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;* i changed my profile...since Marcus don't like me to be 17 forever hahaha joking la~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990927484700748753-5167801800476831095?l=ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/feeds/5167801800476831095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990927484700748753&amp;postID=5167801800476831095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/5167801800476831095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/5167801800476831095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/2010/03/stressssss.html' title='Stressssss'/><author><name>vicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03544937296438123618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990927484700748753.post-3452689947009529986</id><published>2010-02-08T04:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T04:24:48.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'>update =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/S3ABrHxeDTI/AAAAAAAAAJY/0h9zCx5dlnY/s1600-h/DSCN1646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/S3ABrHxeDTI/AAAAAAAAAJY/0h9zCx5dlnY/s320/DSCN1646.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435846590568729906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/S3ABqfLxTyI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Tij-VTME6i4/s1600-h/DSCN1644.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/S3ABqfLxTyI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Tij-VTME6i4/s320/DSCN1644.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435846579673190178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/S3ABp6r9SkI/AAAAAAAAAJI/ctrMzhgyPdQ/s1600-h/DSCN1643.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/S3ABp6r9SkI/AAAAAAAAAJI/ctrMzhgyPdQ/s320/DSCN1643.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435846569876081218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry it took so long for the pics to be uploaded...heh heh i tot these pics were lost already since these pictures were taken with my brother's camera. This years birthday is unforgettable =) thx again my friends, i dunno where i can find ppl like you guys in this whole world =) i only have pictures with me sitting lamely on the floor with the lights, the pictures from my surprise birthday party is with somebody else, so it won't be here =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990927484700748753-3452689947009529986?l=ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/feeds/3452689947009529986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990927484700748753&amp;postID=3452689947009529986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/3452689947009529986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/3452689947009529986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/2010/02/update.html' title='update =)'/><author><name>vicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03544937296438123618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/S3ABrHxeDTI/AAAAAAAAAJY/0h9zCx5dlnY/s72-c/DSCN1646.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990927484700748753.post-2375534712732738209</id><published>2010-01-19T06:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T07:52:17.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An auspicious day</title><content type='html'>Today was real hectic the moment i woke up from bed. At the top of today's list was of coz my undang test and on the other hand i had an important lecture i have to attend today. So basically, i sat for my undang and then my poor mum have to fetch me from the academy to college.(sounds pretty ordinary? nah...we have to RUSH RUSH RUSH, to make things worst, my mom doesn't know the place since the driving instructor took me there instead of her taking me there + the stupid GPS coundn't find the place.Whats the use of a GPS if it doesn't show the way? so when my mum finally found the place, we sort of RUSHED to the campus and again to make things worst, there was traffic jam &gt;.&lt; and we kept taking detours which end up taking a longer time, and it was almost 11 which is when the lecture actually starts. So i was praying so hard my palms started to sweat. Luckily God heard my prayers, i was in time and what more the computer ngam ngam got technical problem, so i didn't miss anything at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then in college, we had talks talks and more talks and at the end of the day we had this campus team building thing and ya it was fun =) i wasn't daring enough to approach the guys in the first day but today i was forced to communicate with them through this team building thing. So in the end, i got a few more say acquaintance? One thing i hate about new beginnings is i have to make friends all over again, not that its a bad thing but sometimes ( and i felt it today) that there is this sort of invisible barrier, like...its hard to explain. I could feel that some ppl actually have this cold shoulder thingy like i can feel that they don't like my presence.Thank God the day ended and i reached home (special thanks to Janice for the lift)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner i went online onto facebook and i got this overwhelmed feeling by those birthday wishes left by friends. I didn't expect anything like that in my whole life.Last year, every time when one of my friends had a birthday, their homepage would be filled with birthday wishes and sometimes you think that what does it matter if i put a message there, the message i put there felt so insignificant, and then i just thought to myself, if my homepage was like that during my b'day how nice it would be but i later told myself to stop daydreaming. I actually only expected a few people to wish me, probably only 4 ppl? the usual nice ppl and close good friends? But then i was overwhelmed by the number of b'day wishes that all the negative emotions of today was lifted and i felt this new spirit, hope. I was so touched till i wrote what i wrote on my wall, about the gap.People i seldom talked to even stopped by to wish me,which was nice and sweet of them, and thanks to Mior i got extra "wishes" because he was spamming =.= thanks to everyone on FB who lifted my spirits which gave me this sort of weird feeling which feels good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the highlight of the day,its so weird...people i don't really know wished me and the people that i know went the extra mile.I mean i wouldn't mind if they just send me an SMS or just wished me on FB ( the weird thing is ppl i dont know do that) but today, something different happened, two friends came to my house to celebrate my birthday (totally unexpected) and even though its just the two of them, they sang at the top of their lungs til i started beating them to lower their voice, the piece of cake even came complete with a candle, and i made another wish =) And then later we all walked down the dark street and the 2nd surprise sufficed. Hanging on the bushes there was this colorfully lighted sign reading "HAPPY BIRTHDAY MAE" ( unfortunately it came out "HAPPY IRTHDAY" some of it kena fused) The effort put in it was tremendous, he even asked the uncle to borrow him the electric supply ( and someone called me thick skin) and took Mag extension cord too, no wonder he was late. i really appreciate the effort, all the hole makings and the electric supply borrowing and the walking to my house when they actually really don't have to do all that, the surprise party was the best ever already, but they went the extra mile to come over and make this birthday even more memorable. Special thanks to Magdalene and Huey Teck who made today special for me =) i don't know what i did to deserve such hospitality from you guys, and even Mag was so sweet, just because she missed the surprise party she has to come celebrate with me today =3 isn't she the sweetest? I haven't got friends like them in my whole life before. They are one of a kind, hard to find like extinct creatures. Thank you very much to the both of you =) and sorry for letting you wait outside, i didn't know you all coming, i thought you all come to pass something only, and i oso thought my brother invited you guys in to play PS2 &gt;.&lt; sorry and thank you for the wonderful experience ^-^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to put cherry on top of the cake, Kelly and Li Synn specially called up to wish me happy birthday. I'm sorry to Kelly for ending the conversation so abruptly since i was in the changing room busy changing &gt;.&lt; However it was sweet of her to personally call to wish me =) like i said FB would do, and Li Synn called up to sing a birthday song to me ^^ so i heard 2  birthday songs today. Thank you Li Synn and Kelly!! and thank you to ppl who smsed me on the dot at 12 such as Hui Hwa, Sook Yue, Huey teck and Magdalene. and also during the day such as Marcus, Xin Wei, Ester, Xue Yi,Long Xiang and Tania.Many thanks to my brother too, who bought me a SUPER JUNIOR ORIGINAL album ^-^ too bad it doesn't come with concert tickets =P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* everything stated here is arranged chronologically not to what i prioritized&lt;br /&gt;* I'm really really sorry if i left out your name&lt;br /&gt;* pictures will be coming up soon =) have to take it from my brother&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990927484700748753-2375534712732738209?l=ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/feeds/2375534712732738209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990927484700748753&amp;postID=2375534712732738209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/2375534712732738209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/2375534712732738209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/2010/01/auspicious-day.html' title='An auspicious day'/><author><name>vicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03544937296438123618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990927484700748753.post-5493563490537399854</id><published>2010-01-16T05:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T00:40:24.381-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks a  bunch my friends =)</title><content type='html'>Ok, so today i was genuinely surprised, even though the day b4 Tania called and ter-telled me that there was a birthday party for me at 1u. I told her i wasn't going since i'm going to tour the campus, which was a beauty but still under construction ( i bet when everything is up and all the carpets are up its going to look magnificent =)  so anyway, later on friday Hou Yi sms-ed me to go jalan-jalan, and i told her " no need to pretend la, a lil bird told me already, but i'm not going" ( not in exact words la but something like that lo) And then she just brushed it off her shoulder saying " what little bird? just want to jalan-jalan with you only" ooookkkkaaaaayyy...i knew something was up but i thought as long as i told ppl i'm not going, well they would eventually just cancel the party u c?But nooo....while my parents and i just finished touring the campus, my mum say she wants to go to 1u to wrap her present. Innocent enough, so while we were in the carpark in 1u, i was just telling them " mum, i hope i don't see my friends here, i told them i wasn't coming, and if they were to see me here then i die lo" So everything went as if normal like that, we went to wrap her present, then she say she hungry, so my parents and i went upstairs lo, we seldom eat chilis so i was standing outside there saying " har?! we are eating this ar? very expensive wo" and then she just walks straight into the restaurant even though there was a BIG sign saying " please wait to be seated" so i called out to her lo " you are suppose to wait outside mum!!" and she replied saying theyre service very slow, if you wait outside you will never get a table &gt;.&lt; then the terrible part comes, she asked me to go look at the back of the restaurant to c if there were any place to sit...and then ALL my freinds were there. It took me a while to register, i was like "shit, i was avoiding them and so ngam we were eating at the same place as them!" then jian yong got up and greeted my mom and i was like oh! my mum knew!!! &gt;.&lt;  so it was a set up,  and i was ya..surprised =) i was made to stand on the chair and make a speech and blow the candles from far far away * and i thought they only did that in TGI Fridays * T.T cruel lol anyway it was fun, and the "smacking me with icing" was a sort of failure but i still kena. haha i really had fun...thx kelly, yee peng, samantha, hui qian and hou yi for the wonderful present =) i will wear the pretty t-shirt during orientation and the BAG!! (just when i was looking for one =)  )  thx to Jian Yong for organising the party, and paying on my behalf too =) thx to Marcus, Huey Teck and JY *again* for the cake ^-^Yu Beng and Marcus for the present and Abby,Tania and Yat Hong for making the party complete =) love you guys !! thx alot =D i'm all smiles today because of you guys ^-^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------edit----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, and there was luke too..i guess i miscounted sorry~ the molten cake or whatever its called will be served today to eat together with my aunts and uncles. Not celebrating anything but just to u know have more ppl around to share the joy ^-^ thx again =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this edit section was edited on 17 jan 2010&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990927484700748753-5493563490537399854?l=ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/feeds/5493563490537399854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990927484700748753&amp;postID=5493563490537399854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/5493563490537399854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/5493563490537399854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/2010/01/thanks-bunch-my-friends.html' title='Thanks a  bunch my friends =)'/><author><name>vicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03544937296438123618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990927484700748753.post-2909726083635256173</id><published>2009-12-31T21:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T21:25:19.588-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mob wars</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;New year eve, we went to curve, we as in Mag, me, Huey Teck, Tania, Hen Yu,Chee Hong, Mel, Melody, Racheal, Qian Heng and Ruide. We planned a secret mob on Hen yu as he is leaving to Australia on the 6th. So actually the main plan was to shoot the happy couple with snow spray, but it backfired coz Melody had asthma and we can't let her suffer can we? But then, we had a better idea, Mag updated Melody with the plan and she did it willingly =) what a great sport she is heh heh so we said we wanted a photo with all 5D members ONLY, haha and Chee Hong was a real natural, he said " on the count of 2" ONE...TWO...and suddenly we just backed away hahah and everybody sprayed him silly.Poor Hen Yu thought we were taking a picture, we were actually recording and thats how the video got captured. We got ugly stares from the ppl sitting around us, but i guess it was worth it =P I hope Melody didn't go back sick since her boyfriend smelled of overpowering soap smell..we had fun ^-^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/Sz2E9lRGo2I/AAAAAAAAAJA/v7kKdc_WL2M/s1600-h/DSCN1264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/Sz2E9lRGo2I/AAAAAAAAAJA/v7kKdc_WL2M/s320/DSCN1264.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421635719934681954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;she was so happy she found tissue to of coz&lt;br /&gt;help Hen yu wipe, isn't she sweet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/Sz2E9G6sbiI/AAAAAAAAAI4/gJb6Z37jopc/s1600-h/DSCN1267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/Sz2E9G6sbiI/AAAAAAAAAI4/gJb6Z37jopc/s320/DSCN1267.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421635711787626018" border="0" /&gt;Magdalene took this, dunno y &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/Sz2E87mnbKI/AAAAAAAAAIw/DK1xV7GVew4/s1600-h/DSCN1262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/Sz2E87mnbKI/AAAAAAAAAIw/DK1xV7GVew4/s320/DSCN1262.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421635708750621858" border="0" /&gt;i took this without their knowledge, they were &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/Sz2E87mnbKI/AAAAAAAAAIw/DK1xV7GVew4/s1600-h/DSCN1262.JPG"&gt;like that the whole time, i feel so bright&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/Sz2E8SO-TyI/AAAAAAAAAIo/nO1peYQTsZc/s1600-h/DSCN1258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/Sz2E8SO-TyI/AAAAAAAAAIo/nO1peYQTsZc/s320/DSCN1258.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421635697645604642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ok was very Sam Pat, christmas tree oso must take,&lt;br /&gt;but what the heck, so hard can come out dun take picture?&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/_6j-RI5SfCso/Sz2E74kRuaI/AAAAAAAAAIg/ReuMG9JB1Pk/s1600-h/DSCN1240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/Sz2E74kRuaI/AAAAAAAAAIg/ReuMG9JB1Pk/s320/DSCN1240.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421635690755635618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were outside where Pris work, took a picture&lt;br /&gt; for remembrance, since i cannot come out often&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vDl1uz3H_f0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vDl1uz3H_f0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990927484700748753-2909726083635256173?l=ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/feeds/2909726083635256173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990927484700748753&amp;postID=2909726083635256173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/2909726083635256173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/2909726083635256173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html' title='Mob wars'/><author><name>vicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03544937296438123618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/Sz2E9lRGo2I/AAAAAAAAAJA/v7kKdc_WL2M/s72-c/DSCN1264.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990927484700748753.post-5930115655211518014</id><published>2009-12-31T20:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T20:36:13.511-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye 2009</title><content type='html'>2009 has been a great year for me. The following are the awards won by 2009 =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Most outing attended with friends&lt;br /&gt;2009 has been a real breakthrough, i went to Long Xiang's house, Huey Tecks's house, they came to my house, go to Magdalene house or rather the park there with my cousins and of coz Mag was there too to help look after my cousins, went for earth hour yet again at Mags house there, went to Hen yu's house and went for countdown too!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Most tuition attended&lt;br /&gt;this one was really a terror one. I never attended so many tuition in my entire 17 years of life. walao~ 6 subjects of tuition &gt;.&lt; my days were soooo full especilaly on Monday, double tuition.Mum fetch till sien d.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Fastest time past&lt;br /&gt;seriously, 2009 the time like zoom pass only.Probably because of tuition gua, but really its super super fast. I miss 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The turning point of my life&lt;br /&gt;I think 2009 has changed me, i dont feel  the same like i did in form 3 and 4, i felt as though i wasn't as hyper as i used to be, or more serious? Maybe because of library la~ and its also 2009 that i realized that some things weren't just as it seemed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most valueble friends met&lt;br /&gt;Met not as in like i met them only in 2009 la, i met them in 2008 (same class ma) they were the most sincere friends i met, always going out of their way to make someone's day. I've learnt so much from them. And one friend from primary school, though we last time same class in primary school but we were never close, barely talk oso i think but it was in 2009 that we became closer, and that means alot to me =)  she is a real sweet girl actually. Its also after the genting trip that the 5D class actually like bonded, and though i'm not their closest friend, its good to know that we can just sit and chit chat without any awkwardness, i like that feeling. Its like a family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most change of hairstyles in a year&lt;br /&gt;haha, not going to elaborate any furthur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most exciting year&lt;br /&gt;Definitelty the most exciting, maybe coz of SPM, the outings, the jokes we share in class, the bonding session in class when teacher is not around =P ( make me laugh till my stomach hurt man!!) i love 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most overseas vacation&lt;br /&gt;chunted is all i can say, had a great time and er well increased my knowledge of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In total 2009 has won 8 awards from me, 2010 is going to be a new and exciting adventure as college is starting *sigh* i miss the uniforms already...now everyday have to think what to wear, otherwise ppl say y everytime wear the same thing. Uniforms are great for ppl who dont have a vast wardrobe, ppl like me require uniforms ( i don't mind actually hee hee)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so in conclusion, i'm going to wish farewell to 2009 and welcome to 2010 ^-^ as the chinese saying goes, old dont go, new dont come ( =P direct transalation) All the best in this New Year =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990927484700748753-5930115655211518014?l=ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/feeds/5930115655211518014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990927484700748753&amp;postID=5930115655211518014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/5930115655211518014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/5930115655211518014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/2009/12/goodbye-2009.html' title='Goodbye 2009'/><author><name>vicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03544937296438123618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990927484700748753.post-1878685359757333160</id><published>2009-12-23T04:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T04:20:45.174-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Marathon</title><content type='html'>I just watched Avatar yesterday, it was an awesome movie except that my family and i were sitting on the third row from the screen,  so everything was BIG, and i sort of got sick because my neck was elevated. In the end we all came out with red eyes except me =P Red eyes not because of crying but probably because of straining the eyes? haha oh and i finished watching Romantic Princess today, i somehow wonder how Marcus could enjoy the show without subtitles, maybe not him, more like his sister gua...but still.... Romantic princess is ok la~ i find it a bit awkward but the ending a bit weird, i wonder if there will be a romantic princess 2, but if there is also should be out by now d. My next series would be D.I.E. hahaha i just love watching movies ^-^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow i shall be a maid for a day &gt;.&lt; just thinking about it makes me feel pooped out already.But if its going to lessen the burden of my mom then so be it...even though she isn't back yet so i won't have any helper.Anyways there is something i can look forward to, which is Tania is coming over to help me make jelly =) hope she doesn't FFK me !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990927484700748753-1878685359757333160?l=ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/feeds/1878685359757333160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990927484700748753&amp;postID=1878685359757333160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/1878685359757333160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/1878685359757333160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/2009/12/movie-marathon.html' title='Movie Marathon'/><author><name>vicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03544937296438123618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990927484700748753.post-4014865910318790380</id><published>2009-12-20T05:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T05:27:40.527-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday Blues</title><content type='html'>Since its a holiday, and i have sooo much time to kill, i SHOULD be blogging more often. But its a should only la~ since i'm also making a new resolution to at least write in my diary any other day, so u know la, very sien lo write two place, its like very lazy to retell the whole thing again.Dunno y suddenly want to write diary, maybe because i want to treasure some memories which i am afraid to lose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, while i was washing the dishes today, i was thinking if taking hotel management was the right thing to do or not. Then it suddenly occur to me that hotel management was something like a nice name to cover up for a really bad name or something like that. Maybe hotel management was suppose to be a degree for housewives ( or rather a certificate to qualify as one for those husbands who are perfectionist and even require the wife to need a degree in housekeeping) You see, ppl who takes hotel management, they can do house keeping, cook international foods, take in the bags (bell boy), manage finance and has been trained to be hospitable. Seriously good package woei~ haih....I'm not promoting myself so dont get any ideas =.= i was just thinking, and i am still looking forward to studying this course.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990927484700748753-4014865910318790380?l=ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/feeds/4014865910318790380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990927484700748753&amp;postID=4014865910318790380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/4014865910318790380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/4014865910318790380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/2009/12/holiday-blues.html' title='Holiday Blues'/><author><name>vicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03544937296438123618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990927484700748753.post-6497555238158740686</id><published>2009-12-19T04:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T05:14:16.578-08:00</updated><title type='text'>cookies</title><content type='html'>I made cookies yesterday, i would have called Mag if she had not left for a nice holiday in Thailand. I thought the stupid recipe was a replica of Famous Amos, unfortunately the ingredients looks promising but the outcome wasn't. I was disappointed when i tasted the cookies =.= anyway the process was fun, my brother stick around like a 5 year old kid trying to lick the spatulas and scoop the batter into the tray, but like any 5 year old kid, he got bored eventually and only helped me with one tray and left me alone to fend for myself =.= and again like any 5 year old kid, he came down when some of the cookies were done and sit right in front of me nibbling the cookies and telling me its nice =.= haih, thats my brother! So after everything, i have to wash up and thats the part i hated the MOST...anyway thanks to my beloved brother, i had a fine photographer =) so now got some pictures to share with you all lo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/SyzOvMt4A_I/AAAAAAAAAH4/I-tLzdGsdXo/s1600-h/DSCN1538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/SyzOvMt4A_I/AAAAAAAAAH4/I-tLzdGsdXo/s320/DSCN1538.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416931762082677746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/SyzOvwBMv9I/AAAAAAAAAII/Zhsee7CElVs/s1600-h/DSCN1537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/SyzOvwBMv9I/AAAAAAAAAII/Zhsee7CElVs/s320/DSCN1537.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416931771558969298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/SyzOwaGrFqI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/MnRiQWc1Qsc/s1600-h/DSCN1540.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/SyzOwaGrFqI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/MnRiQWc1Qsc/s320/DSCN1540.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416931782856218274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the outcome which looks nothing like famous amos =.=&lt;br /&gt;No wonder its called Famous Amos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/SyzOw8MAAKI/AAAAAAAAAIY/zhSFZo8c5VY/s1600-h/DSCN1542.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/SyzOw8MAAKI/AAAAAAAAAIY/zhSFZo8c5VY/s320/DSCN1542.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416931792005365922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;P/s: sorry to Magdalene for not being able to knit =P and though u puji puji me in ur blog, i am no genius like you, i cannot do the fourth row...i finish the third row though, u should teach me how to turn the thing again pai seh... and oso sorry for finishing it so late since i was chasing a chinese drama while the cast are chasing criminals lol Thanks Marcus!! super good show...I LOVE E.U. !!!!! seriously that series makes ur heart race, u can actually feel the emotions sob sob i wanna watch it again. I have been catching the series till i sleep at 1am for 2 consecutive days woah!! so proud of myself hahaha nothing to be proud of actually...got so many sifu out there who dunno sleep so late and still not get panda eyes ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just became a fan of Chung Lap-Man and Lee Pak Kiu ^-^ Whee~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990927484700748753-6497555238158740686?l=ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/feeds/6497555238158740686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990927484700748753&amp;postID=6497555238158740686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/6497555238158740686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/6497555238158740686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/2009/12/cookies.html' title='cookies'/><author><name>vicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03544937296438123618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/SyzOvMt4A_I/AAAAAAAAAH4/I-tLzdGsdXo/s72-c/DSCN1538.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990927484700748753.post-2053022178409451491</id><published>2009-11-25T04:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T04:59:36.112-08:00</updated><title type='text'>High IQ or EQ</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;ntelligence &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Q&lt;/span&gt;uotient or &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;motional &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Q&lt;/span&gt;uotient, which one are you?&lt;br /&gt;I dun know about myself, but my mom has super high EQ it scares me. Lets see the definition made by Wikipedia, EQ=  The ability to perceive emotion, integrate emotion to facilitate thought, understand emotions and to regulate emotions to promote personal growth. Scary huh? Sometimes i just have to think of something and the next thing you know, my mom will be asking me about it. For example, on my way to school (while still in the car of course) i would be thinking :&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;please dun ask about report card day, please dun ask about report card day....&lt;/span&gt;and then suddenly she would ask " when is your report card day ?" and i was like great, just great. And the times i wished she wouldn't ask me what i ate for lunch coz i didnt eat lunch and i dun wanna lie about it, well yea, she asked that one too =.=  its scary, she wouldn't ask any other time, she only asked when i was thinking about it. Sometimes it drives me up the wall til at one point i try to keep my head blank with other thoughts like how the weather is or the advertisement on the way to school just so i think she couldn't read my mind, basically maybe its because the kancil is so small and our heads are rather close to each other so &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;MAYBE&lt;/span&gt; brain waves connects or something i dunno....and the times i asked really neutral questions and she could link it up and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;! she got it right, the reason behind the neutral question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another account, i just came accross this article in the newspaper about how this girl test how boyfriend material a guy is using rubik's cube.Thats right! The faster he finishes the cube, the less bf material he will be. Check out her blog  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;http://psaradoxical.blogspot.com/2008/02/rubiks-cube-and-quality-of-boyfriend.html &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought what she said might very well be true...but somehow God is very fair isn't he? He would bless someone with high IQ but give him very low EQ, He would make someone charming but ugly and short, make someone handsome yet has a bad personality , tall but not muscular (hen yu, hehe jkg, just a statement) , pretty yet stupid and the list goes on, you probably get the picture already. So basically everyone will have a somebody, its only the option of whether you want to have a somebody or not! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990927484700748753-2053022178409451491?l=ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/feeds/2053022178409451491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990927484700748753&amp;postID=2053022178409451491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/2053022178409451491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/2053022178409451491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/2009/11/high-iq-or-eq.html' title='High IQ or EQ'/><author><name>vicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03544937296438123618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990927484700748753.post-3096942590452697672</id><published>2009-11-13T01:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T02:09:01.595-08:00</updated><title type='text'>^-^</title><content type='html'>The fact that i'm online-ing now shows that i dont study or rather i dont study enuf heh...i oso cannot tahan la, study whole day =.= Anyway i still facebook like everyday, wonder y my panic button not yet on. Anyway, while i was studying sejarah today, or should i say glancing through sejarah, my brother came into my room and gave me the most adorable gift =) on top of it was a note wishing me good luck for SPM with a smiley face at the bottom ^-^ and now i'm like super happy after gushing all over the candy bottle =D  I really appreaciate the effort and encouragement, arghh...now i'm guilty, he wish me good luck then my result cacated =( anyway all the best to all my friends who will be taking SPM on wednesday, hope we will be able to keep in touch when we persue our tertiary education and proceed into our respectives careers in the future T.T will miss you guys !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/_6j-RI5SfCso/Sv0vYnQPdPI/AAAAAAAAAHo/WcLiTrHJr9o/s1600-h/Photo-0028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/Sv0vYnQPdPI/AAAAAAAAAHo/WcLiTrHJr9o/s320/Photo-0028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403527227814933746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its called sticky (so cute~) and it says there traditional hand-made yummy lol&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/_6j-RI5SfCso/Sv0vY1otZgI/AAAAAAAAAHw/JxNnITdkW_4/s1600-h/Photo-0027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/Sv0vY1otZgI/AAAAAAAAAHw/JxNnITdkW_4/s320/Photo-0027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403527231675655682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little note he wrote, Thanks ko~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/Sv0vHV6K0nI/AAAAAAAAAHg/8luhjuE125c/s1600-h/sweet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/Sv0vHV6K0nI/AAAAAAAAAHg/8luhjuE125c/s320/sweet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403526931101176434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sweets inside just looks so adorable, looks like those erasers i used to buy when i was younger. Thanks again ko~ muakz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990927484700748753-3096942590452697672?l=ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/feeds/3096942590452697672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990927484700748753&amp;postID=3096942590452697672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/3096942590452697672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/3096942590452697672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html' title='^-^'/><author><name>vicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03544937296438123618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/Sv0vYnQPdPI/AAAAAAAAAHo/WcLiTrHJr9o/s72-c/Photo-0028.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990927484700748753.post-7367493514196787631</id><published>2009-10-12T00:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T00:26:55.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If...</title><content type='html'>if everything we do requires a degree this is what we'll get, of coz i would start with myself since i know myself rather well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masters in housekeeping/chores-me&lt;br /&gt;Degree in tuition taking-me&lt;br /&gt;Honors in the art of tackling boys-Tania&lt;br /&gt;Masters in gaming- Huey Teck&lt;br /&gt;Degree in singing owns praise - Hen Yu&lt;br /&gt;Degree in the sayings "shit you!"- Xin Mei&lt;br /&gt;Masters in frankness- Hou Yi and of course Eugene&lt;br /&gt;PhD in gaming addiction-Abby&lt;br /&gt;Masters in studying w/o tuition-Magdalene and Melvin&lt;br /&gt;Degree in Ubersexuality and cleanliness- Wan kong&lt;br /&gt;Degree in taming wild boys- Yee Ying&lt;br /&gt;Masters in childishness/rowdiness -Christopher Chua&lt;br /&gt;Masters in cheating- names will be disclosed (they never seem to get caught...hmm..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh this is just a joke, dont take it too seriously =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990927484700748753-7367493514196787631?l=ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/feeds/7367493514196787631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990927484700748753&amp;postID=7367493514196787631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/7367493514196787631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/7367493514196787631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/2009/10/if.html' title='If...'/><author><name>vicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03544937296438123618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990927484700748753.post-8064794011023372374</id><published>2009-08-30T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T08:13:34.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tagged?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;1. Do you need him/her to be good looking?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not really, he definitely need to have a BIG heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Smart?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;much preferred&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Preferred age?&lt;/div&gt;doesnt really matter gua, mentality up to mine should be great&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Preferred height?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;taller than me is a must( common so easy, i very short only)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. How about sense of humour?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Someone with a great sense of humour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. How about piercings?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dont think i approve of that, dunno..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Accepts you for who you are?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yup, a must&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Pink hair?&lt;br /&gt;no way! guys with pink hair? hahahahahahahhahaaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. Mushy or no?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moderately gua, afterall is the actions that count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. Thin or fat?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in the middle? but who cares, they turn fat after marriage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. Black, Brown or White (skin color)?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i dun mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. Long hair or short hair?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;short&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13. Plastic or metal?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Huh? whats this suppose to mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14. Smells good?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yea, dun think i can stand it if he has BO and not do something about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15. Smoker?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;16. Drinker?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as long as he isnt alchoholic. once in a while would be okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;17. Girl/Boy-next-door type?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thats nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;18. Muscular?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;muscular or not nvm la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;19. Plays piano?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha that will be nice, but then he will be kutuking my piano skills, hmm maybe he can teach me ^-^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;20. Plays bass and/or acoustic guitar?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok ok ler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;21. Plays violin?&lt;br /&gt;fabtastic hee hee new word&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;22. Sings very good?&lt;br /&gt;doesnt matter, as if he is going to sing to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;23. Vain?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;moderately, but not too vain till u know will erupt if you touch his facial products&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;24. With glasses?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sure =) smart looking hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;25. With braces?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no prob, its going away soon anyway, besides i wont even notice its gone *oops*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;26. Shy type?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;27. Rebel or good boy/girl?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good boy. i somehow prefer good boys, not like what " nan ren bu huai, nv ren bu ai"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;28. Active or passive?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;active&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;29. Tight or bomb?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;moderate la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;30. Singer or dancer?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dancer...ballroom dancing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;31. stunner?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hmm that will only increase his ego, ok ok ler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;32. Hiphop?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not bad, but they are usually gangster type *mayb i'm being bias*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;33. Earrings?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;maybe just one ear lo, if it suits him.otherwise no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;34. Mr/Ms. count-my-ex-girlfriends-until-you-drop?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nope, it only spells b-r-e-a-k-u-p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;35. Dimples?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aww...wouldn't that be cute?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;36. Bookworm?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sure =) y not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;37. Mr/Ms. love letter?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;er, doesnt matter.its just going to get dissapointing later in life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;38. Playful?&lt;br /&gt;moderately&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;39. Flirt?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;40. Poem writer?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm ok with it la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;41. Serious?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when he is required to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;42. Campus crush?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no need la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;43. Painter?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;doensn't matter, as long as he enjoys what he does&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;44. Religious?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;45. Someone who likes to tease people?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not overboard though, hurtful le~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;46. Computer games geek? Or Internet freak?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;47. Speaks 20 languages?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;48. Loyal or faithful?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;faithful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;49. good kisser?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hmm, that would be good * i can dream can i?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally got round to doing it, even its not the right time, havent even study my sejarah &gt;.&lt; EEPPPP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990927484700748753-8064794011023372374?l=ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/feeds/8064794011023372374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990927484700748753&amp;postID=8064794011023372374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/8064794011023372374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/8064794011023372374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/2009/08/tagged.html' title='tagged?'/><author><name>vicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03544937296438123618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990927484700748753.post-8804276868584981074</id><published>2009-08-30T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T07:42:32.261-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1 Malaysia</title><content type='html'>Have you ever wondered, how surprised we are when an Indian speaks chinese, or a malay speaking chinese, or a chinese speaking tamil.....How the crowd would cheer when they c an indian fellow addressing his audience with a "ni how" ( how are you), the audience just turn wild.Its just isn't the same as a chinese guy who knows nuts about chinese saying "ni how" ppl will go, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so what?&lt;/span&gt;!" *ignores*&lt;br /&gt;Or rather how prejudice we are when a chinese makes nasi lemak as her business, and that particular business is succesful, people would go "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sure she marry a malay man wan, otherwise business where got so good?&lt;/span&gt;" Whats wrong with chinese people being able to make a perfectly good meal of nasi lemak?And just on TV today, i saw a chinese business making roti canai. somehow when a paticular food is made from a different race of ppl, ppl will have no confidence in eating the food thinking it is not up to standard or wat so ever. Can't ppl of different races whip out a dish from another races? whats wrong with that?&lt;br /&gt;I think we as malaysians shoudn't be too egoistic about our respective races, in fact we should all learn each others language =)  *mental note to self: learn tamil* We are one, so we shouldn't be "blocked" by language barriers right? *haha thats y we learn malay, sejarah remember?Bahasa Jiwa Bangsa" * hmm Indians and Malays should make pan mee lol or wan ton mee hahhaa that would be like great, i think that would be a good way of "memupuk perpaduan" i seriously think so. Afterall we are Malaysian ^^ and proud to be one =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selamat Menyambut Hari Kemerdekaan Yang Ke-52&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/SpqOrV63xmI/AAAAAAAAAHU/L2C5kCiZ02g/s1600-h/Picture+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/SpqOrV63xmI/AAAAAAAAAHU/L2C5kCiZ02g/s320/Picture+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375765980489696866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My class a truly muhibah class, Farhana and Farhana mix around perfectly well, truly sporting, and Mior too ^^ that fella i think chinese la~ and Radzuan hahaha his presence always unnoticed though we are lacking of Indians in our class but we have iban decendant and also a very complicated case where even he himself is confused of what race is he lol (Eugene! :) well he is malaysian not which ever race . We are all Malaysian ^-^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990927484700748753-8804276868584981074?l=ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/feeds/8804276868584981074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990927484700748753&amp;postID=8804276868584981074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/8804276868584981074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/8804276868584981074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/2009/08/1-malaysia.html' title='1 Malaysia'/><author><name>vicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03544937296438123618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/SpqOrV63xmI/AAAAAAAAAHU/L2C5kCiZ02g/s72-c/Picture+014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990927484700748753.post-418429687814244375</id><published>2009-07-31T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T08:22:38.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'>its pure chinese poem</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-B5xBlvmhXk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-B5xBlvmhXk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its not dirty if you keep your mind clean =) enjoy it'll be good if you understand hokkien&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990927484700748753-418429687814244375?l=ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/feeds/418429687814244375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990927484700748753&amp;postID=418429687814244375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/418429687814244375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/418429687814244375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-pure-chinese-poem.html' title='its pure chinese poem'/><author><name>vicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03544937296438123618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990927484700748753.post-6194940520657913057</id><published>2009-07-18T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T08:11:24.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'>found a new game</title><content type='html'>http://www.kongregate.com/games/XceeD/f2jam-v3-0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check it out! not bad la, remember to click the screen! kindda cacat, but the game is cool ^-^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990927484700748753-6194940520657913057?l=ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/feeds/6194940520657913057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990927484700748753&amp;postID=6194940520657913057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/6194940520657913057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/6194940520657913057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/2009/07/found-new-game.html' title='found a new game'/><author><name>vicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03544937296438123618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990927484700748753.post-692528716562547040</id><published>2009-07-17T06:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T07:10:48.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>double post</title><content type='html'>Today got double post to make up for my absence in blogging =D hee hee so anyway i went to do a personality test today. There were 160 questions so initially dun wan to skip maths oso have to skip la. As i was doing to quiz, i felt that i understand myself better. Its funny how its been 17 years ++ and i still dun noe who i am, what i want...basically aimless. While we were doing, we asked each other if we were like that or this coz sometimes we really dun know if we were behaving that way without realising or rahter simply in denial. Its rather amusing because how ppl sees us is different then how we fell about ourselves. The way we present ourselves to our friends, on the outward is bold, strong but deep down inside we are actually weak, trembling. Like some things on that particular piece of paper. I asked Tania, she told me something i was surprised to hear, i didn't know ppl looked at me that way, in a way its comforting but also it makes you wonder, am i really like that? So i was just thinking, even though what our friends think about us is something totally opposite of how we ourselves think about ourselves, its better to put down what is the truth deep down, afterall its just a personality test, there is no wrong and right answers, we are different ppl frm different backgrounds , we are made differently, we are here on earth to learn,nobody is perfect even though we wish we were. cheers ! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone we know in life, have some life lessons to offer us, we interact, and sometimes realtionships doesn't go the way we want it to turn out ( eh, not only bf &amp;amp; gf ar, dont sepet) but they have left a mark on us, a valueble lesson, that makes us stronger or simply be smarter or maybe the nilai that she possess. ppl come in and get out of our lives, and its because we let them into our lives that makes them part of you, so even if they were to suddenly get out of our lives, they have certainly already left a mark on out lives, thanks to my friends and family, i am who i am today, though i must say i am not perfect infact very much hateful, i really thank you  guys who have always been patient to me, forgiving all my mistakes, and never complaining when i mistreated you. If it werent for these people who walk in and out of my life, i woudn' t have the characteristics i posses now. And if it werent for my friends and family, i wouldn't have been so outspoken. ( till it kills me sometimes xP)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just ignore this post, i'm talking rubbish...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990927484700748753-692528716562547040?l=ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/feeds/692528716562547040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990927484700748753&amp;postID=692528716562547040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/692528716562547040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/692528716562547040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/2009/07/double-post.html' title='double post'/><author><name>vicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03544937296438123618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990927484700748753.post-602917856457525174</id><published>2009-07-17T06:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T06:38:57.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Momories...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Memories are important&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;      You don't know what they are worth until you lose them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;            They keep people no longer with us alive....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;                   Their words....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;                          Their gestures....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;                 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;                                  They are what makes us live forever,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;                                          At least until there is someone happy to remember us...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990927484700748753-602917856457525174?l=ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/feeds/602917856457525174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990927484700748753&amp;postID=602917856457525174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/602917856457525174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/602917856457525174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/2009/07/momories.html' title='Momories...'/><author><name>vicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03544937296438123618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990927484700748753.post-5961719243428719560</id><published>2009-06-30T05:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T06:08:18.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First time kena tag</title><content type='html'>I've always seen ppl kena tag, like to read ppl's wan, didn't realise that one day i will oso kena =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;WHAT WAS YOUR:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;1. Last beverage: water&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;2. Last phone call: Dad&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;3. Last text message: Tania&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;4. Last song you listened to: An Lian &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;5. Last time you cried: This year, forgot when &amp;amp; about what&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;HAVE YOU EVER:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;6. Dated someone twice: no&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;7. Been cheated on: i guess?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;8. Kissed someone &amp;amp; regretted it: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;havent kiss b4 unless you count kissing Milo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;9. Lost someone special: no&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;10. Been depressed: no&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;11. Been drunk and threw up: nope&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;LIST THREE FAVORITE COLOURS:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;12. turquoise &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;13. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Green &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;14. blue&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;THIS YEAR HAVE YOU: (2009)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;15. Made a new friend: uhuh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;16. Fallen out of love: nope&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;17. Laughed until you cried: yes!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;18. Met someone who changed you: changed me long ago..so i guessed no&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;19. Found out who your true friends were: yea?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;20. Found out someone was talking about you: nope&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;21. Kissed anyone on your friend's list: no&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;22. How many people on your friends list do you know in real life: lazy to check la~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;23. How many kids do you want to have: too early to think about that?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;24. Do you have any pets: an adorable dog&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;25. Do you want to change your name: nope, proud of it!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;27. What time did you wake up today: 5.58&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;28. What were you doing at midnight last night: sleeping&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;29. Name something you CANNOT wait for: i cannot wait to earn money and shop!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;30. Last time you saw your Mother: just now?like a few seconds ago?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;31. What is one thing you wish you could change about your life: nothing :)  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;32. What are you listening to right now? : not listening, cant concentrate that way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;33. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom : wow...nope, surprisingly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;34. What's getting on your nerves right now: mod maths project?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;36. Whats your real name: ahem...Victoria&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;37. Nicknames: mae, girl, mae mae, ah mae &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;38. Relationship Status: Single :)&lt;br /&gt;39. Zodiac sign: Gokey &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;40. Male or female?: female(unless you count my hairstyle...lol)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;41. Elementary?: SJK(C) damansara&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;42. High School?: SMKBU3&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;43. College?: dunno...dont even know what course to take&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;44. Hair colour: dark brown&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;45. Long or short: super Short&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;46. Height: 158cm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;47. Do you have a crush on someone?: nope&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;48: What do you like about yourself? : my eyes :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;49. Piercings: my ears&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;50. Tattoos: dun have one&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;51. Righty or lefty: right--y&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;FIRSTS: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;52. First surgery: dun have one&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;53. First piercing: 6 years old&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;54. First best friend: Wei Mei&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;55. First sport you joined: badminton&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;56. First vacation: Ipoh (grandma house la)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;57. First pair of trainers: when i first started to walk gua...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;RIGHT NOW:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;59. Eating: nope&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;60. Drinking: saliva&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;61. I'm about to: get frustrated, when is this going to end?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;62. Listening to: the computer whirring&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;63. Waiting on: nothing, i'm hopeless right?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;YOUR FUTURE:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;64. Want kids?: yup&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;65. Get Married?: definitely, whether ppl want me different story&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;66. Career?: a good one :) best is to write review on dramas and get paid or going around eating muahahhaa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;WHICH IS BETTER:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;67. Lips or eyes: eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;68. Hugs or kisses: Hugs + kisses (pleases...?they are both too good )&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;69. Shorter or taller: taller&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;70. Older or Younger: Younger&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;71. Romantic or spontaneous: romantic gua&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;72. Nice stomach or nice arms: definitely stomach ,but arms are important too...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;73. Sensitive or loud: loud? too sensitive no good le&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;74. Hook-up or relationship: Relationship&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;75. Trouble maker or hesitant: Hesitant&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;HAVE YOU EVER :&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;76. Kissed a stranger: nope&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;77. Drank hard liquor: nope&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;78. Lost glasses/contacts:no&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;79. Sex on first date: havent even gone out on a date, you say leh?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;80. Broken someone's heart: yup, many ppl's heart ( dont sepet, parents heart oso got)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;81. Been arrested: nope &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;83. Turned someone down:uhuh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;84. Cried when someone died: wanted to, does watery eyes count?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;85. Fallen for a friend?: yes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;DO YOU BELIEVE IN:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;86. Yourself: er, no..lack of confidence &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;87. Miracles: yes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;89. Heaven: yeah &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;90. Santa Claus: nope. knew that at a very tender age, not very smart Americans&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;91. Kiss on the first date: no date so no kiss =.=&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;92. Angels: yes, i think they teman me all the time when i walk to jasema lol&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;ANSWER TRUTHFULLY:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;94. Had more than 1 girlfriend/boyfriend at a time: no&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;95. Did you sing today?: Yeah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;96. Ever cheated on somebody?: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Yea &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;97. If you could go back in time, how far would you go? : Just form 3 would do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;98. If you could pick a day from last year and relive it, what would it be?: 25 dec 2008&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;99. Are you afraid of falling in love?: yeah sometimes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;100. Posting this as 100 truths?: =.= n&lt;/span&gt;o...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990927484700748753-5961719243428719560?l=ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/feeds/5961719243428719560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990927484700748753&amp;postID=5961719243428719560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/5961719243428719560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/5961719243428719560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/2009/06/first-time-kena-tag.html' title='First time kena tag'/><author><name>vicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03544937296438123618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990927484700748753.post-595159700354304927</id><published>2009-06-23T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T06:15:32.081-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lesson#1 do not eat red dragon fruit and smile</title><content type='html'>having a fun time playing facebook =) i used to play it like long ago but after that i got bored of it. Then recently i heard ppl are buying friends, so i thought why not? and you know....start to join the fun, and well....&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;*drum rolls* &lt;/span&gt;its actually quite fun &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;*taa daa!!!*&lt;/span&gt; hahaha one thing i find very funny is that ppl actually put " ask only steal la!" on their nicknames.... ask only steal? excuse me? did i heard you right?!! imagine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;bank manager&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;robber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;excuse me sir, can i rob your bank ar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;*gives you-must-be-insane-to-ask-this-stupid-question- look*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as he leaves the premises he turns back and asked again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;can i get the pin code for the vault?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=.='' so kena bom right?!!&lt;br /&gt;if you want to steal, you dont have to ask for permission =.= swt la if have to ask then i wont be called steal already lo &gt;.&lt; zha dou&lt;br /&gt;the best part is yet to suffice ,  after doing quizzes set by various sources ( which i score badly in, come on, how do i know how many older girls have chased you b4? sheesh...harder than sejarah i tell you &gt;.&lt;) as they announce the result at the end there, there was this IQ test on the top of the screen. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;OUCH&lt;/span&gt; man....you know what it read? 5 friends think you are &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;DUMB&lt;/span&gt;. woah~ ok~  Facebook ar....i tell you, terror!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990927484700748753-595159700354304927?l=ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/feeds/595159700354304927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990927484700748753&amp;postID=595159700354304927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/595159700354304927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/595159700354304927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/2009/06/lesson1-do-not-eat-red-dragon-fruit-and.html' title='lesson#1 do not eat red dragon fruit and smile'/><author><name>vicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03544937296438123618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990927484700748753.post-140834334917587946</id><published>2009-06-10T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T06:56:04.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;super funny video , for maple lovers ^-^&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kBKQqQj67tc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kBKQqQj67tc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990927484700748753-140834334917587946?l=ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/feeds/140834334917587946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990927484700748753&amp;postID=140834334917587946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/140834334917587946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/140834334917587946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/2009/06/super-funny-video-for-maple-lovers.html' title=''/><author><name>vicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03544937296438123618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990927484700748753.post-5309302835771428502</id><published>2009-06-09T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T20:50:51.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;Super love this 2  songs. This is the opening theme and ending theme of Black &amp;amp; white, the new drama i'm  currently watching .&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/91t1XcZK9ec&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/91t1XcZK9ec&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990927484700748753-5309302835771428502?l=ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/feeds/5309302835771428502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990927484700748753&amp;postID=5309302835771428502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/5309302835771428502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/5309302835771428502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>vicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03544937296438123618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990927484700748753.post-4000798885348454272</id><published>2009-06-06T22:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T22:33:30.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drama marathon</title><content type='html'>I've been watching dramas the whole holiday. I am currently watching Black &amp;amp; White. I first saw it in Xue Hai, i straight away vow to watch it during the holidays =) its a super nice show, haha but the series havent finish yet, so i have to wait for the fella to upload on the internet b4 i could download it. Super long time to wait lo, i  have to wait for a week for just 2 episodes. Kinda  impatient. Finish watching ep 16 currently waiting for ep 17 and 18. Dunno when only i can finish watching. While i am waiting for my  ep 17 and 18, i watch  miss no good. walao that wan oso super slow man, wait till dust oso 1 inch thick settling on my  shoulders. Quite funny la , but the  heroine's voice super annoying , i think i will get use to it sooner or later la.  Oh yes i oso download  antique bakery, hee hee korean show le~ its originally a Japanese anime. Not bad la , so far the show  is following the anime. Havent finish watching it though. everything oso half way =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to join in the fever ^-^&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Chen/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990927484700748753-4000798885348454272?l=ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/feeds/4000798885348454272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990927484700748753&amp;postID=4000798885348454272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/4000798885348454272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/4000798885348454272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/2009/06/drama-marathon.html' title='Drama marathon'/><author><name>vicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03544937296438123618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990927484700748753.post-4534456467364192881</id><published>2009-06-02T05:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T06:56:23.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'>back frm langkawi</title><content type='html'>Just came back from Langkawi today at 6 in the morning. My mum fetched me from Taman Bahagia and dragged me to the ss2 market to eat breakfast and do some marketing. I tried to keep my eyes open while i was walking with her, i was like day-dreaming and always slacking behind till my mum have to hold me otherwise i will be lost in the crowd. I got sick the moment i reached home, and slept till lunch. After eating lunch, i continued my dreamland till 4. So sorry if i didn't reply your messages. Well let me tell you about my Langkawi trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Day 1 ( friday)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to school and you know..collect dust with a few of my friends. Got the name list from mr wong then i went home. Skipped tuition coz mum lazy to fetch.( i was trying to be a good girl okay? i even wanted to go tuition even though i have to leave at 6)  So at 5.30 my mum and dad fetched me to KL central. There wasn't any jam, so we reached half an hour early. We did our registration and waited till the train arrive. Okay so i was sitting with Kai Shin, Serena and Xin Wei. We sat all the way to the back which is near the stupid toilet.( the toilet was very very horrible... i dun even understand how ppl can use that toilet)The whole coach was booked by us, so we made a hell lota noise. So night came and i tried sleeping, but the stupid door keep opening and ppl keep walking in and out. And there were even ppl who didnt buy ticket so they were forced to  stay at the  platform  separating the two coaches. They kept looking inside at us which quite creepy, and they said the air con is suppose to be cold, but i was sweating like nobodies business.  I tried sleeping by putting my head at the window there but the tracks were super noisy. Luckily i managed to sleep a little bit. Then midnight came, we were rather scared of the ppl standing at the platform, so luckily Thien Yik came and jaga the door for us =) really appreciate that . At that time i couldn't sleep anymore so i woke up and teman  Thein Yik and Kai Shin to talk lo.. Talk talk half way kena Felicia scold, actually we  talk very soft d,  but dunno la she say very noisy.After Thien yik came Chong Ren pula, the fella like so poor thing cannot sleep so since i sleep d, i offer him my chair to at least sit la. Then we talk talk talk talk till 2 something like that.He went back the other side to sleep, so i sit back there lo.Then me and Kai Shin sleep lo, i let her sleep on my back hahaha she say very comfortable till sleep liao, glad to be of service =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Day 2 ( Saturday)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After " sleeping" we oso arrive at kuala perlis. Take bus to the jetty, then  board the ferry. Slept in the ferry till we reached Langkawi. Then we check in into the hotel, wah, got shopping mall next to the hotel wan, when want to go shopping oso can. So we had a look at our rooms, which is very small. We left the room to have lunch and went to visit under water world. Wah i went in there only thinking of eating only, the fish look so delicious. lol got penguin you know!! Too bad i dun have camera, then my stupid phone took 2 photo then no more battery. Jealous Daryl got camera took all the cute cute animals and fishes.After that we went to Makam Mahsuri, there got all the old old transportation, so xin wei and I took pictures of it lo, then suddenly Mr wong came and take picture, walao damn scared the thing collapse,  i dun have the picture, have to  take from serena or daryl.  So the second time round, the 3 of us want to take picture together, me ,xin wei and serena. So while we were posing, mr ding came over and u know to pose oso, but i think he accidentally push the ladder, so the whole thing nearly collapse for real,the whole thing didn't collapse la but it scratched xin wei 's poor leg. We were wondering if it was mr wong who made the  model  rocky in the first place. So baru the first day, Ketua sudah cannot enjoy holiday.Then since xw cannot do head count, so i took over lo. then mr king whole day ask me to do announcement, and head count, i wonder what happen to the fairy goddess lo~ *grumbles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is our room, we were suppose to take turns to u know one night sleep on bed, one night sleep on floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/SiUlLVnlnWI/AAAAAAAAAGc/hdU2SJNKJkM/s1600-h/New+Image+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/SiUlLVnlnWI/AAAAAAAAAGc/hdU2SJNKJkM/s320/New+Image+2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342717409656937826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/SiUlLchH92I/AAAAAAAAAGU/EFsnzjZyBKI/s1600-h/New+Image.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/SiUlLchH92I/AAAAAAAAAGU/EFsnzjZyBKI/s320/New+Image.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342717411508877154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The only fish that i took coz my battery conked right after that.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/SiUqN7TgAhI/AAAAAAAAAHE/7Bdn7zaaKZM/s1600-h/New+Image5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/SiUqN7TgAhI/AAAAAAAAAHE/7Bdn7zaaKZM/s320/New+Image5.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342722951691108882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Day 3 ( Sunday)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to do batik, hee hee quite fun but i colour not nice, then we went to pasir hitam, ( i didnt see the black sand coz i was busy SHOPPING!!) lol then we oso went to galeri perdana, took a few pictures so waiting for ppl to upload then i grab. This galeri perdana is actually a museum of all the barang-barang that other ppl give to our former prime minister. They charged you for bringing camera. Me and Serena were bored but xw was really interested. So while i was bored, a few friends of mine asked to take pictures together, lol we actually slept at the carpet there and made a lot of noise, luckily no guard was there. So we took a pic of us all lying there =) We didnt went to 2 other places coz in the morning 1 room was late to board the bus, so instead we went shopping in Kuah Town. Most of my money went to paying for taxi fares, chocolates and yam cha .So after walking Kuah Town, we sit taxi back to hotel lo, wah the stupid fella cheat our money, the fare was suppose to be 6 bucks only but he charged us 8 bucks. A lil angry but what to do? Then at night we went to watch Night at the Museum 2.( There goes my 10 bucks) After the show ended the complex was closed so we had to use the basement way. the 2 of us were so scared that we stop the lift at the first floor, xw called thien yik and THANK GOD he came and rescued us, the minute i saw him, i was like so relived. Thien Yik after sending us back to the hotel, went back up to catch terminator. That night me xw and serena were very busy calling ppl to know their whereabouts, not to be kepo but to check their safety la. Then Kai Shin went to Yi Ling there and sleep, so the 3 of us talk talk talk till 2 am only sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was our bed when we woke up, which was kindda difficult.&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/_6j-RI5SfCso/SiUohbCcniI/AAAAAAAAAGk/HVE-wmDWp2M/s1600-h/Photo-0014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/SiUohbCcniI/AAAAAAAAAGk/HVE-wmDWp2M/s320/Photo-0014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342721087603777058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the place where we paint our batik.Got a lil of xw face on it lol&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/_6j-RI5SfCso/SiUpEt9HhcI/AAAAAAAAAG8/lTCOeQlmdE0/s1600-h/Photo-0013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/SiUpEt9HhcI/AAAAAAAAAG8/lTCOeQlmdE0/s320/Photo-0013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342721693977118146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Darly's batik which i tot was B-E-A-U-T-I-F-U-L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/SiUpEoL1PgI/AAAAAAAAAG0/fVAf_lNLegY/s1600-h/Photo-0012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/SiUpEoL1PgI/AAAAAAAAAG0/fVAf_lNLegY/s320/Photo-0012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342721692428221954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This is mine, the not so perfect  batik but ok la, at least know how to mix colour lo. This fishes got weird colours , you wont find it anywhere in the world.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/SiUpEQyqUsI/AAAAAAAAAGs/sQtmB1qmJKA/s1600-h/Photo-0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/SiUpEQyqUsI/AAAAAAAAAGs/sQtmB1qmJKA/s320/Photo-0011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342721686148633282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Day 4 ( Monday) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This day was basically just packing up and checking out and last minute shopping. It took bulls strength to not buy anything coz i was broke...no more money T.T after that we went to the jetty and the stupid ferry was delayed for an hour, and that made everybody frustrated so i kena marah by the king, dunno whats his problem, bias fella he is. Then KTM refused to delay the train, so it made situations worst. ( this KTM always late,  but when ask them to be late they want to be punctual, of all days!) So we ran into the ferry, block the way out when we barely arrive so we can get priority to get out first. Forced the man on duty to open the emergency door so that our luggages can come out. ( the whole process was really really rude, but well he was really frustrated, and wanted all of us to go home safely and on time) so we ran up to the bus and ran down the bus and realized that the S@#$%! train haven't arrive yet. Sheesh, Mrs wong was like praying so hard, thank God we made it. The train was even hotter than the first day, so all of us was frustrated, but when night falls it was ok la. We went hyper and the coach was super duper noisy. Then at Bukit Mertajam stop the whole train power supply was cut off, the girls in the coach screamed, and to make things worst, someone was telling ghost story, hahaha i just sat there and sms-ed my way through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Day 5 (Tuesday)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrived at Kl central at 5.30 so we sat and waited for the LRT section to open. So i went off at Taman Bahagia station and waited for my mum to pick me up. Then go market and bla bla bla~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This trip has really strengthen our librarians relationship, i tot i was gonna be bored since i wasn't really close to the librarian board. But Serena, Xin Wei and Kai Shin really made me feel wanted =) Special thanks to you all, and to the boys, Thien Yik ( who has the safe aura. made me feel safe when he is around) Wen Yuet, Jin How, Chong Ren who talked to me and Kai Shin and teman me throughout the night at the train, thank you very much,and special ppl like channette, marion, esther and alliyza &lt;==( i think spell wrong d ) who well cheered me up when i was bored , thank you ^-^Sorry about the people that i didn't mention, really too much to remember.Will always remember this trip even though it was not the best trip ever, even though the nights were the best ^-^ thank you serena and xw!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow super long post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990927484700748753-4534456467364192881?l=ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/feeds/4534456467364192881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990927484700748753&amp;postID=4534456467364192881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/4534456467364192881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/4534456467364192881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/2009/06/back-frm-langkawi.html' title='back frm langkawi'/><author><name>vicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03544937296438123618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/SiUlLVnlnWI/AAAAAAAAAGc/hdU2SJNKJkM/s72-c/New+Image+2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990927484700748753.post-7004016144533195456</id><published>2009-05-18T04:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T04:42:10.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All bloggers out tonight coz 2moro's ENGLISH!!!</title><content type='html'>Heh i heard Si tenggang and the necklace is coming out. And for the pearl, character is coming out.I heard this from Tania. So u guys who come out to read blogs tonight are lucky !! =) well unless you knew it already...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking about cats today.( Mel please don't perasan, i am not talking about  you) Cats &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ARE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; cheeky four-legged-creatures. They know you can't catch them so they sit in front of you just to annoy you. Their first intentions wasnt to sit there,all they wanted to do was just to walk past, but since it &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;agitates&lt;/span&gt; you when he walks past, he just sits there to provoke you...how cunning.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Garfield &lt;/span&gt;represents cats perfectly. haih...its in their nature. Well no matter how cunning they are, i still love them, and would actually touch them if they let me near them. I probably have the dog smell now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry is the day after tomorrow...i haven't even started studying yet.my Form 4 is like crap and i am just fairly well in my Form 5 chemistry. Worried i cannot pass.Another resolution going up my list to do during holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Good Luck all in tomorrow's exam!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;I love &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;l &lt;/span&gt;stuff!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990927484700748753-7004016144533195456?l=ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/feeds/7004016144533195456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990927484700748753&amp;postID=7004016144533195456' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/7004016144533195456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/7004016144533195456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/2009/05/all-bloggers-out-tonight-coz-2moros.html' title='All bloggers out tonight coz 2moro&apos;s ENGLISH!!!'/><author><name>vicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03544937296438123618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990927484700748753.post-3436687850651915146</id><published>2009-05-16T06:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T06:41:46.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Since I couldn't concentrate...</title><content type='html'>so might as well i come online to blog! i havent study chemistry  nor moral yet &gt;.&lt; though i am worried but i dunno y i just dun wan to get started. something wrong. Today i went out the whole day. Went jogging in the morn, then went to tuition, then came home, have to cook, then now lazy to study = ) so useless...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990927484700748753-3436687850651915146?l=ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/feeds/3436687850651915146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990927484700748753&amp;postID=3436687850651915146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/3436687850651915146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/3436687850651915146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/2009/05/since-i-couldnt-concentrate.html' title='Since I couldn&apos;t concentrate...'/><author><name>vicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03544937296438123618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990927484700748753.post-2104571121907642987</id><published>2009-05-15T05:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T05:33:13.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: courier new;font-size:180%;" &gt;I'VE NEVER....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;....finished an exam so fast in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;....slept so much during exam .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;....felt so worried about the consequences .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;....crap so much in an exam and answered the whole question with crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;....opened the paper, have a brief look, and thinks the exam is over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;....felt so helpless .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;....been so unfocused and  er..not able to concentrate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;....slept so much during exam week ( wake up @ 4 study till 5 go back to sleep, wake up @ 6)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;cheers!&lt;/span&gt; at least history is over, sure fail wan. Can safe money d, no need to belanja Mior =)&lt;br /&gt;I'll try harder next time =) hope i really can...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990927484700748753-2104571121907642987?l=ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/feeds/2104571121907642987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990927484700748753&amp;postID=2104571121907642987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/2104571121907642987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/2104571121907642987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/2009/05/ive-never.html' title=''/><author><name>vicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03544937296438123618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990927484700748753.post-1458071846021512321</id><published>2009-05-12T05:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T05:50:43.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'>examz...</title><content type='html'>exam is on thursday and here i am still blogging. suppose to do sivik project end up getting distracted and well...blogging. OMG i havent even prepared for anything yet la~ sejarah untill now, today, this very minute only finish READING 2 chapters. not as if i understand it super well &gt;.&lt; cant focus dunno y....all the other subjects i havent even touch yet T.T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990927484700748753-1458071846021512321?l=ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/feeds/1458071846021512321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990927484700748753&amp;postID=1458071846021512321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/1458071846021512321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/1458071846021512321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/2009/05/examz.html' title='examz...'/><author><name>vicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03544937296438123618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990927484700748753.post-9047898629193964494</id><published>2009-05-09T00:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T01:14:09.414-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If I was a boy~</title><content type='html'>since chris is so jealous that i look younger than him and wants me to reveal my age, so i have changed my profile so i wont be sweet 16 anymore but candy 17 lol (thinking of candies)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right...regarding my tittle, i cut my hair again, this time way shorter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/SgUynrcb-JI/AAAAAAAAAF8/ZvvWIZfNpfk/s1600-h/Photo-0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/SgUynrcb-JI/AAAAAAAAAF8/ZvvWIZfNpfk/s320/Photo-0004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333724990948505746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;whee!!! i finally get to spike up my hair! awesome! it sure is gonna look shity when i go to school without wax &gt;.&lt;  probably like a mushroom head. I told the stylist i wanted a short hairstyle, something like a boy's wan. So she  said y not go for an undercut, and i said ok lo~ try lo~ should have just told her there and then that i wanted a mohawk hairstyle, i tot boy's haircut would mean absolutely short d, but she cut for me a lil longer, scared i cannot take the extreme. I wanted the extreme.... I must have one of those girly girly faces coz she was so cautious, she even gave me a soft look after cutting. It was when i said i wanted to spike it up like a mohawk that she gave me those eyes as big as dinner plates. hahahaha she underestimated me, in the end she spiked it up and the look is priceless! actually very priceful, 6x more than hen yu's haircut. should go to a barber next time =P super awesome man the look ^-^ got quite a number of stares while walking to the car. hahahaha my mom now has 3 sons lol my bro shocked, now he oso call me a boy. He definitely going to say i look prettier last time, and just shakes his head in disagreement when he sees me now. (he likes girls with long hair) dont get shocke when you c me in school!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990927484700748753-9047898629193964494?l=ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/feeds/9047898629193964494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990927484700748753&amp;postID=9047898629193964494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/9047898629193964494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/9047898629193964494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/2009/05/if-i-was-boy.html' title='If I was a boy~'/><author><name>vicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03544937296438123618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/SgUynrcb-JI/AAAAAAAAAF8/ZvvWIZfNpfk/s72-c/Photo-0004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990927484700748753.post-4178866639734902497</id><published>2009-04-27T07:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T07:13:45.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OK~ i accept challenge!</title><content type='html'>Yes i decided to accept Hen Yu's challenge. I will try to not be angry for a week. thought i dont think i have been angry or whatsoeveer the past weeks, but maybe i couldn't see myself, so i guess good oso la u guys tell me, so i accept the challenge! good to test my patience too...hey u ppl out there, dont take advantage ar!! =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990927484700748753-4178866639734902497?l=ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/feeds/4178866639734902497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990927484700748753&amp;postID=4178866639734902497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/4178866639734902497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/4178866639734902497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/2009/04/ok-i-accept-challenge.html' title='OK~ i accept challenge!'/><author><name>vicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03544937296438123618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990927484700748753.post-2694664023987387996</id><published>2009-04-25T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T08:27:22.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BBQ party =)</title><content type='html'>wow, really lucky i could go to hen yu's house today, seriously, i was praying i could go, and God granted it plus he gave me&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; xtra 1 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;1/2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; hours&lt;/span&gt; ^-^ not bad, in fact very good!! lol too bad my best friend came, otherwise i would have jump inside the pool... in the end i was the cameraman, or lady if you must put it that way =) being the cameralady isn't that bad, you could c the different sides of people. I saw alot of different side of my classmates =) i found out the&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt; christopher chua&lt;/span&gt; actually has a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nice &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;side of him, in school the only impression he gave me was a crazy fella who loves teasing others and calling me chi bai or bad dog, but today he actually offered chee yang the sparkling juice when there was no more left(they barely talk okay? thats y i surprised he so nice to him, not that never talk that means to treat them badly la but still...). He has a &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;good &lt;/span&gt;side afterall, and tze runn, though he look so mean in school, he put himself last when pouring the sparkling juice for everyone. He gave everyone a big portion while he took just a few sips from the nearly empty bottle, aww.... &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;*sniff* &lt;/span&gt; haha and not to forget the host, Hen Yu was rather caring in the pool, helping poor Tania massage her nervy leg. he was like a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;king/lifeguard&lt;/span&gt; in the pool, and i saw evidence for the first time that Hen yu actually is a very very good swimmer =)  the poor soul was trying to keep peace and order, but &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hello?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; its &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;5 dedikasi&lt;/span&gt;, is it even &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;possible?!&lt;/span&gt;  Then i saw Luke with a really hyped up hairstyle , look so gangsta, and Nur Farhana is a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;good butt shaker&lt;/span&gt;, And Xue Yi is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;VERY sexy&lt;/span&gt;, and er, Marcus! yea poor thing, he brought the sparkling juice but didnt even get to taste it, and there was Lee Hang, she took refuge in Huey Teck, never seen that b4, she usually scolds her way through. Abigail....yea...she also admires cute guys ^-* she&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; IS a gir&lt;/span&gt;l afterall,( i thought i was on the wrong frequency when i told her the guy who gave us the ices were cute) have to keep reminding myself that abby IS a girl , haaha i simply create stereotypes, sorry~  And i realise Tania is good at dancing, alone,solo mind you ... she shakes her ass like nobodies business.Oh, and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Hou Yi&lt;/span&gt; actually smells me...goodness me...she even commented i smell nice =.=" why smell me? lol...I not only learnt  something about others, i learnt something about myself too! i thought i could dance, but the minute they started dancing, i look like an idiot that very instant, i couldn't shake my ass to save my life hahahaha &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;my classmates rock man!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; too bad i dont have any pictures to upload here, all the cameras i was holding wasn't mine at all, otherwise i would have all the proof. Special thanks to Hen Yu, Tania, Huey Teck for temaning me to the guard house, saw melvin's burnt face on the way to the guard house ( it was a black cat lolx) and thanks for the ppl who came over to say goodbye to me, you guys really made me feel special, didnt get that kind of treatment b4, ppl i dont usually talk too oso came over to give me hugs and hi-5 &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;*touched*&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;naughty&lt;/span&gt; Hen Yu was mocking my shortness and I ....thanks very much!!*scoffs*Hope everything went well after i'm gone,  otherwise i will miss the drama and action.hehe  imagine Hen Yu picking up all the stuff alone after everybody has left(violin playing sympathetic music) muahahahaha sure complain wan.Poor Hen yu, hope you dont get lots of complaints from residence complaining that we were too noisy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990927484700748753-2694664023987387996?l=ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/feeds/2694664023987387996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990927484700748753&amp;postID=2694664023987387996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/2694664023987387996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/2694664023987387996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/2009/04/bbq-party.html' title='BBQ party =)'/><author><name>vicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03544937296438123618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990927484700748753.post-382114483256733205</id><published>2009-04-19T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T08:38:40.229-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my challenge is finally going to be over tomorrow =) not bad la, everyday can wake up at 5, only once woke up a little bit late, 5.13 =.='' counted la~ went to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Sunway University College&lt;/span&gt; on Friday and they were doing some campaign on being green or something like that outside the student centre, so, while i was &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;ke po-ing&lt;/span&gt; there, a guy called a group of us to sign up for a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"say no to plastic bag" campaign&lt;/span&gt;. I made a pledge to say no whenever i have the chance to say reject a plastic bag =) and oso to spread the word around to my friends to create awareness. So far i have only told Kelly, which she say cool  because by pledging, you get a free &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;orange&lt;/span&gt; band, and everytime you saved a plastic bag, you change it to your other hand, so if you  transfer the band many times that means you have saved a lot of plastic bags ^-^. Well Kelly thought it was cool lol normal la~ actually. So i actually hope by posting this post i am actually spreading the word to you readers to join me and say no to plastic bags =) So far i have saved 2 plastic bags =) one on Sat and one today , not bad, the ppl i refused were like persuading me to take the plastic bag, say if i dont the water will drip here and there. ^-^  there have this website oso, its &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;www.projectdailymillion.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; should check it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again i was thinking of what my next challenge would be, must come up with innovative ways to keep things interesting =) so i think b4 i end this current challenge i would like to try out  a new challenge by &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;using my own chopsticks &lt;/span&gt;instead of the wooden bamboo ones in the canteen for a week first (test the waters first), starting right after my current challenge ends, which is also Monday =) that one end at 5 ma~ this one start right after lo~ I was actually waiting for the opportunity to use my chopsticks, it has been in my bag for like so long, i think since last year =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*i will post a pic on the orange band next time, lazy to take pic now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990927484700748753-382114483256733205?l=ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/feeds/382114483256733205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990927484700748753&amp;postID=382114483256733205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/382114483256733205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/382114483256733205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-challenge-is-finally-going-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>vicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03544937296438123618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990927484700748753.post-8324392775587092234</id><published>2009-04-13T05:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T06:10:51.455-07:00</updated><title type='text'>second challenge?</title><content type='html'>Whee for the last two weeks i successfully finish two challenge =) not bad le, was too busy to realize that i didnt have my phone by my side ( hahaha memang like that wan la...on phone oso like that) about the internet wan le, oso not bad le, didnt feel any emptiness, didnt even on the computer =P so i count this challenge as &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;SUCCESSFUL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today mag ask me what challenge i would be up to. my initial challenge was not to cuss ( means not cursing) for a week, but Mag say too easy d since i can do it already, so i decided to change the challenge =) my challenge would be to &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;wake up at 5 everyday for a week&lt;/span&gt;!! how do u like that?! and have to check in with someone to show i didnt cheat =) probably tania, huey teck, mag, hen yu,mel... i will sms one of them each day =D hahahahaha like very wu liao like that... but it gives you this spirit that you have accomplish something ^^  just for the fun of it =D  so it starts tomorrow, till next Monday.....(there goes my lovely Sunday where i can sleep in late T.T) haih one week only ma...can gua....HT oso sleep at 2 sometimes 3, he can y i cannot!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990927484700748753-8324392775587092234?l=ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/feeds/8324392775587092234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990927484700748753&amp;postID=8324392775587092234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/8324392775587092234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/8324392775587092234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/2009/04/second-challenge.html' title='second challenge?'/><author><name>vicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03544937296438123618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990927484700748753.post-3284747384939292589</id><published>2009-04-05T06:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T06:31:46.695-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baki b/b</title><content type='html'>Well due to last week unfinished challenge, i will be off-ing my phone for another one week T.T (all these would not have happened if my dad didn't sms my brother to on my phone.) And a new challenge to make matters worst is to not come online for a week as well. So no new post till next Monday. I will be blogging about the experience next Monday =) spam all you want coz i wont c it =P blek!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sob...no bf for a whole week....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990927484700748753-3284747384939292589?l=ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/feeds/3284747384939292589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990927484700748753&amp;postID=3284747384939292589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/3284747384939292589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/3284747384939292589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/2009/04/baki-bb.html' title='Baki b/b'/><author><name>vicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03544937296438123618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990927484700748753.post-5446703863994142333</id><published>2009-04-03T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T07:57:39.059-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heya! dont be surprised i am blogging coz i said i wont be using my handphone but i didnt say i wont be using the comp and the internet =) well next challenge would be not using the comp for a week &gt;.&lt; dunno can tahan or not... or rather, i can only use the comp for school purposes only, no windows media player or whatsoever, no internet even if i need to find images for school work... sounds super glum... anyway to test my patience phew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have been suffering a disease this week, its called the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;S.S.&lt;/span&gt; selfishsyndrome, i am usually selfish but this week i was worst &gt;.&lt; style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;my friends&lt;/span&gt; that i have hurt especially&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; Tania&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;SORRY!)&lt;/span&gt; Was super busy this week, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;advise to all :&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;do not be too reliable&lt;/span&gt; as you will only end yourself in more work and you will dwell in the frustration till you want to cry( depending on how well  u can control your emotions =] )Everywhere i go, ppl keep asking me to do work, finish one task, hand in to the person in charge, then a second task comes on. Feel like a robot sometimes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess i can understand y ppl would blog all about their daily life online in a blog. Its so easy and convenient, and once you write, your thoughts flows like a river, and you just want to continue yaking and yaking and yaking. i am actually starting to do that, and even i surprise myself, i thought i was just starting a blog to u know, talk about the fun things to do and all, but now its like i am using as a diary to complaint &gt;.&lt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;really addictive&lt;/span&gt;, i &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;wasnt &lt;/span&gt;suppose to do that.&lt;br /&gt;coming to that,  i am really envious how some ppl can keep their personal life so so so mysterious, and not even tempted to post anything about their personal feelings on their online diary. really envious they can fight temptation. They could just write poems about friends and rhyme them too. Oh yes speaking bout that, i just saw &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Mels blog&lt;/span&gt;, i feel sorry for &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Hen yu&lt;/span&gt;,please dont do silly things hen yu!! i doubt he will lol dont think he even cares =) and you dont have a silly face or smile or whatever was said on the slide show. You're awesome! ^-^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i have to bring forward my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;challenge #1&lt;/span&gt; to next week. just violate it a few minutes ago, coz out of &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;ALL&lt;/span&gt; the handphones in the house, he &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HAS&lt;/span&gt; to call &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;MY HANDPHONE&lt;/span&gt;, and request i pass it to my mum, y cant you just call her phone then?!!! real angry, was about to succeed, so near yet so far... can't blame poor old dad anyway, he doesnt know...but y me?&gt;.&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990927484700748753-5446703863994142333?l=ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/feeds/5446703863994142333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990927484700748753&amp;postID=5446703863994142333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/5446703863994142333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/5446703863994142333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/2009/04/heya-dont-be-surprised-i-am-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>vicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03544937296438123618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990927484700748753.post-7013997789448712110</id><published>2009-03-30T05:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T06:24:57.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Challenge #1</title><content type='html'>Yup i am giving myself a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;challenge&lt;/span&gt;! My challenge would be to &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;not use my handphone for a week&lt;/span&gt;, so i will be off-ing it and putting it aside for a week( how does that sound? =] so u can give me a million miss call and i won't even know till maxis give me a notice. and dont blame me for the 15 sen charged to you for the voice mail thingy . Not my fault ^-^ )  Heh i was going to c how long i can tahan without my beloved phone. No alarm clock and mp3 too...how sad,  but anyway it is a challenge i am willing to take =) dunno what for but for the fun of it la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Anyway about last Saturday, i sinfully went out of the house to be with my friends and lepak around the park.It was fun trying to amuse ourself. Sorry for being a bad host and organizer, next time i will prepare some food in the house =) promise!  it was bad luck the swings were wet and all, but i still was very jakun as if i saw the swings and see saw for the first time. i practically played every single thing there. The monkey bar was too slippery otherwise i would do my monkey business there too =) We took lots of photos none of which is mine at all as the only camera i own is the one on my handphone, and that "camera" cant take night scenes, it just turns out all black. Well i am  not going to post all the photos here as you can link melvin and mag's blog from here =) all the pictures will be there. And &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;THANK YOU&lt;/span&gt; &lt;==( &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;full of sarcasm&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;/span&gt;Melvin for being Taylor Swift no 2 , now thats a cheeky lil cat &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;MEOW~&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;anyway whats done is done, he even proudly introduced another slide show with a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;gleaming smile&lt;/span&gt; about the same story =.='' Heh so anyway after all the park we all went back to my house again, could c that HY was breaking into cold sweat, something to do about moral =P  Well HY missed all the fun, We watched my tutors friend 2 which was on &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;NATIONAL TV&lt;/span&gt; hahaha wonder y i emphasize that? coz silly lil L have always have Astro at home that he &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;never watched&lt;/span&gt; all the commercials on national tv b4. He looked rather amazed and in awe &gt;.&lt; (dont kill me for writing this ^-^) We played the changing name game and another version of heart attack in which poor L lost to all of us and forced to drink a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;thick thick orange juice &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;hat hurt his ulcer&lt;/span&gt;, well better luck next time ^-^ be faster in whacking la next time lol he looked so blurr XD I will post a few of the pictures that i like here =) &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/SdDCAiihE5I/AAAAAAAAAEc/SwEem3Egyhg/s1600-h/60+earth+hour+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/SdDCAiihE5I/AAAAAAAAAEc/SwEem3Egyhg/s320/60+earth+hour+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318964474451923858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I liked this pic because i look like a &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;mime&lt;/span&gt;, didnt manage to jump in sync with the timing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/SdDCAeD9AOI/AAAAAAAAAEU/l7CHEFxuN3I/s1600-h/60+earth+hour+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/SdDCAeD9AOI/AAAAAAAAAEU/l7CHEFxuN3I/s320/60+earth+hour+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318964473249988834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I like this pic as well, too bad Mel isn't in it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/SdDEmP87QBI/AAAAAAAAAFs/mwPCGck32ys/s1600-h/5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/SdDEmP87QBI/AAAAAAAAAFs/mwPCGck32ys/s320/5.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318967321320701970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Playing cards after coming back frm lepak-ing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/SdDEl0C9GeI/AAAAAAAAAFk/7mSDzPPt7gw/s1600-h/4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/SdDEl0C9GeI/AAAAAAAAAFk/7mSDzPPt7gw/s320/4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318967313829796322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mel, Luke and HT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/SdDF5x1V0bI/AAAAAAAAAF0/h6VuYwGiPUU/s1600-h/6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/SdDF5x1V0bI/AAAAAAAAAF0/h6VuYwGiPUU/s320/6.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318968756344836530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Luke and Mel chilling =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;    So on Sunday, my parents came back from Ipoh.We straight away went to 1u to celebrate my 1st bro &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;birthday&lt;/span&gt; which is today.( we celebrated early so tonight no need to go out) We went to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Seoul Garden&lt;/span&gt; and oh my was it expensive. I tasted &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Kimchi&lt;/span&gt; and ate loads of steam boat and self bbq-ed stuff. Really full wei~ It was a buffet thing so we eat all we can. I came out bloated =D&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures i took on that day =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/SdDElc0Gf6I/AAAAAAAAAFM/VZbZPiYPGJ4/s1600-h/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/SdDElc0Gf6I/AAAAAAAAAFM/VZbZPiYPGJ4/s320/1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318967307593482146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Candid shot of my family eating at Seoul Garden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/SdDElkFjrZI/AAAAAAAAAFc/CTXXmM2rLW0/s1600-h/3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/SdDElkFjrZI/AAAAAAAAAFc/CTXXmM2rLW0/s320/3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318967309545745810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This time they were posing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;* names were changed to initials to protect the privacy of the ppl mentioned ( as if they need it but someone might get into trouble &gt;.&lt; ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;Well how do you like the look now? got more pictures ^^ I will be blogging about the no phone experience next monday, the day i will be using my phone again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990927484700748753-7013997789448712110?l=ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/feeds/7013997789448712110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990927484700748753&amp;postID=7013997789448712110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/7013997789448712110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/7013997789448712110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/2009/03/challenge-1.html' title='Challenge #1'/><author><name>vicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03544937296438123618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/SdDCAiihE5I/AAAAAAAAAEc/SwEem3Egyhg/s72-c/60+earth+hour+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990927484700748753.post-7352020663225097914</id><published>2009-03-27T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T09:27:32.529-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WM in support of 60 Earth Hours!!</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow  is the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;28th&lt;/span&gt; and yes i will be turning off my lights from &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;8.30 to 9.30&lt;/span&gt;. Haven't told my eldest bro yet, but anyway he only stays in his room so how much energy can he consume? Heh so i will be taking this &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;golden opportunity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  to go out with my friends at night!!! ^-^ First time le~ i rarely can go out with my friends so this would be awesome unless my parents change their mind and wanted to come back early on Saturday night =.=  then it will have to go on but without me ...kindda sad, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;OR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; if it rains, but that wan can come my house and tell ghost story in the dark =) heh but i prefer to roam the streets. I am really praying that no one will come kacau us and u noe rob us... really paranoid about this kind of things thats y today sports day oso didn't bring camera or handphone, even though this year is my last year of sports day.The whether today was kind la~ it took me 4 years to learn to bring &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;an umbrella&lt;/span&gt; but this year i brought, it wasn't even sunny.For the last 4 years i have been &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bodoh bodoh&lt;/span&gt; sit under the sun and get tanned, then when i return home my mum would scold me asking y i so tan and stuff like that. This year i was fully armed. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Sunblock, Umbrella &lt;/span&gt;and suppose to bring a fan too but spoiled d, but the whether was so cooling...=.=' wasted effort. I ran till i see stars twice today.Once  was for 400 m and the other was for 4 x400m .My legs are definitely going to hurt tomorrow. By the way, I have to credit &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Melvin&lt;/span&gt; for being a real caring ST. John member. hahaha caring for casualty. i was laughing in my heart coz i wasnt even hurt but was enjoying all the privileges of the fan  and well some attention =) sinful huh? My poor sports shoes broke today, so i hope i can get a new shoe =D afterall that shoe oso 2 years already.Haih &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;green &lt;/span&gt;house second last la~ haih but at least tarik tali girls won =) &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;way to go!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; real gutsy women.&lt;br /&gt;So i came back form school and i saw my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;cute &lt;/span&gt;dog  sleeping on a rug coz its cold outside. So i took a picture of him =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/Scz8vix3CFI/AAAAAAAAADM/YLV23ahPpWs/s1600-h/MIlo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/Scz8vix3CFI/AAAAAAAAADM/YLV23ahPpWs/s320/MIlo.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317903153737697362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aww so cute, couldn't resist but to take his pic ^-^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea i got this pic because i changed the songs in my phone, so since i am doing that so might as well upload this photo here ^^&lt;br /&gt;Well a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;warning&lt;/span&gt; to ppl who are coming to &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;my house tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;, this is my dog, he may look &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;oh-so-cute-and-friendly&lt;/span&gt; but woah he barks alot =D poor Hou Yi hee hee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990927484700748753-7352020663225097914?l=ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/feeds/7352020663225097914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990927484700748753&amp;postID=7352020663225097914' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/7352020663225097914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/7352020663225097914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/2009/03/wm-in-support-of-60-earth-hours.html' title='WM in support of 60 Earth Hours!!'/><author><name>vicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03544937296438123618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6j-RI5SfCso/Scz8vix3CFI/AAAAAAAAADM/YLV23ahPpWs/s72-c/MIlo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990927484700748753.post-8011550591168560825</id><published>2009-03-14T05:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T07:01:27.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>some random post =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Woah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; guess what happen? someone unexpected smsed me today. We didnt keep in touch since we left primary six and suddenly he smsed me and asked if i was going to the reunion next saturday.( I thought it was today, apparently not = /) he actually called but thank god i went to tuition and forgot to bring my phone =) cheers. He really got guts there for calling after such a long time didnt er you know talk... but neways the way he talk through sms was way different than last time. He used to kacau me when i was std 6 .my poor pencil box T.T saw him last year actually, and the first thing i said to him was "where is your mole??!!!" OMG so embarrassing &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Reasons y i won't be going for the reunion:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am officially grounded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Scared of the awkwardness since we ALL havent seen each other for a long time ( and i have short hair...)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; I can't get out of the house in the first place so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;So anyway went on facebook just now, didn't login for like a million years and WHAM so many request and friend request...its sure going to take some time clearing it up. And someone voted me sexy...&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;EXCUSE ME??!!&lt;/span&gt; sexy? ahahahaha he must be&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; blind&lt;/span&gt;. Didnt even put my picture up there.Crazy fella i think he is. After that i went online, suddenly so many ppl add me, goodness me, really so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;long&lt;/span&gt; meh didnt come online? Not as if i give ppl my email add oso. Then J was online, he then compose a song about a &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;handphone&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;TV&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;add maths&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;the colour blue&lt;/span&gt; and a &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;computer&lt;/span&gt; for me heh .real talented fella there. He has an accent too ! He also sang many songs by calling me on MSN with i think a web cam and a mic? Make me laugh so hard till my bro though i was crazy =) something worth remembering hahaha ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990927484700748753-8011550591168560825?l=ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/feeds/8011550591168560825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990927484700748753&amp;postID=8011550591168560825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/8011550591168560825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/8011550591168560825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/2009/03/woah-guess-what-happen-someone.html' title='some random post =)'/><author><name>vicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03544937296438123618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990927484700748753.post-724338419092127353</id><published>2009-03-12T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T08:08:06.397-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mission FAILED</title><content type='html'>haha exactly, mission failed... oh well you can't change urself in a day ^^ takes time =P (excuses i am giving myself) This few days very free la so can come blogging, thanks to you ppl who succeeded in finding my blog and probably bringing my blog to life ^-^ (after i tried to hide it for a year, so that makes mission failure &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;no 2&lt;/span&gt;, yipee!!)&lt;br /&gt;Sorry la for being a jakun, although i got a blog for like a year ++ (which is left to rot for a year) i still dont know all the cool cool stuff you pro ppl put on your blogs. Every time i go visit other ppl's blog, i c like , wow this ppl must be geniuses to be able to change the &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt; of the font [trying to show off here =) ], put video, tag ppl [ still dont know the concept, but so far i dont think i am tagged, even if i am, i dont know it =D] and even the basics like linking other ppls blog oso i dont know...=.='' i know...very swt but thanks to &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hen Yu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;who posted alot of guidance in my c box, i was  able to  er.. succeed !! without trying too hard and exploring myself ^-^&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; THANK YOU&lt;/span&gt; !!&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;and the ppl who succeeded in finding my blog... well er not really helping in giving excited comment that you found my blog..(reminds me that i failed in hiding my blog) but anyway congratulations to you ! Good oso la, can cheer it up a bit ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Now have to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; behave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; myself online d lo T.T sob sob .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WARNINGS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;This blog contains more words than pictures ( i dont have a camera...) &gt;.&lt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;This blog is boring if you are lazy to read &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;This blog is lacking in colours and creativity ^-^&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Yup so thats about it la, my mom would kill me if she knows i am always online. one day she would lock it up (praying for that not to happen, or else i will have a separation trial with my squarish-boyfriend)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990927484700748753-724338419092127353?l=ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/feeds/724338419092127353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990927484700748753&amp;postID=724338419092127353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/724338419092127353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/724338419092127353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/2009/03/mission-failed.html' title='Mission FAILED'/><author><name>vicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03544937296438123618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990927484700748753.post-3862645887873706868</id><published>2009-03-11T05:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T05:53:51.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally beat the c box challenge</title><content type='html'>Cool man...last post was march 7 last &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;year&lt;/span&gt; seriously.. well like the title, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I BEAT THE C BOX CHALLENGE!!!!&lt;/span&gt; i know...lame, but still an achievement to dear old me =)i have been trying to put that chat box in here but failed due to retarded-ness of my brain since last year, i finally got it there this year!! hurray ^_^ not really idiot proof  this blog. actually i dont even know how to link this blog to other ppl's blog and to add colour to my text to make it more interesting ( not as if anyone is going to read it) all right coming back to earth....today i got screwed by a teacher in the library, how cool is that? A teacher who is very very proficient in the English language. One week( not really, just 2 days since school started)i have  been screwed by two teachers who are very proficient in English in two consecutive days. Sheesh, both for the almost same reason.The first one always asked to justify your actions (O.O woot?!!)and the other one has a very heavy accent &gt;.&lt; Thinking of this two situation makes me think that i have changed alot since last year, and changed for the worst..arggh probably my friends think so too but just never able to let it out.A new resolution is added to my list, must change my attitude!! Serena is so lucky she wasn't in the library today, or she will be screwed kao kao oso =.='' haih th e whole library so many ppl she only catch me , and i wasnt chatting, i was &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;teaching&lt;/span&gt; and she thought i was talking and well told me off by firing a whole bunch of question for me to answer. and all my dear friends sitting on the same table left me to fend for myself.Wonderful..all the more to make me feel guilty and do a make over. i guess everything happens for a reason, i thank her for telling me off if not i wouldnt be thinking over my actions, though its too late for that but at least i learnt something. Everyday is a learning process. well at least she was sweet to say a silent apology, in a very putar belit way, thanks to marion who put it that way and didnt make me feel so bad. i wouldnt have thought of that if she didnt mention it.And little Hui Syen who is a miniature of Hui Hwa was by me kutuking that teacher which makes me feel erm not so bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990927484700748753-3862645887873706868?l=ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/feeds/3862645887873706868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990927484700748753&amp;postID=3862645887873706868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/3862645887873706868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/3862645887873706868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/2009/03/finally-beat-c-box-challenge.html' title='Finally beat the c box challenge'/><author><name>vicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03544937296438123618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990927484700748753.post-8946234211410446048</id><published>2008-03-07T05:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T07:52:54.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>blek XP</title><content type='html'>haih... my computer finally recovered from its long and er suffering sickness?well so my electronic boyfriend is back to life yay!!so since i am already here might as well crap a little =) right...so they say that 16 is sweet,the oh so popular saying "sweet 16" haha very funny ,i am suffering like nobody's business &gt;.&lt; physics add maths and accounts are gone cases omg &gt;.&lt; bcoz of all these i dont look 16 anymore T.T too much stress .infact this time is counted easy already,next time it will be worst,by that time i would already be dead. sob sob ... alright lets not talk about the sad things ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway went shopping alone today, my mom was forced to bring me otherwise i would be home alone(honestly i dont mind, i could watch my brown sugar macchiato at home in peace ) but no she has to bring me, &gt;.&lt;&gt;.&lt; (c how lonely i am ?!!)  all the aunties must be thinking i am a tanjung rambutan refugee luckily non of them said :"Oh My God Crazy woman on the loose!!! catch her immediately b4 she causes harm to public!" luckily i was there 4 only 1 hour and a half so i guess it was ok. Marcus was there with his gang (the usuals which consist of luke and yat hong + abby priscilla ) wanted to join but was afraid i was the only girl there so i just asked them to continue walking without me .then only i found out later that abby and priscilla were there =.=' swt  so i am walking there holding a mc donald ice cream like a little retarded girl . meet lots of old school friends ( they saw me holding the ice cream &gt;.&lt; u might think its just normal , but if you saw me u will know what i mean ;)was so mad that i went 1u at the wrong time, the romantic princess dunno what session was at 8 and i was there at about 12 in the afternoon T.T i missed it or rather i was too early 4 it hahaha ok nvm watever =.=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990927484700748753-8946234211410446048?l=ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/feeds/8946234211410446048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990927484700748753&amp;postID=8946234211410446048' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/8946234211410446048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/8946234211410446048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/2008/03/blek-xp.html' title='blek XP'/><author><name>vicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03544937296438123618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990927484700748753.post-2806875901482353789</id><published>2008-01-31T05:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T05:38:42.672-08:00</updated><title type='text'>lazy....</title><content type='html'>Here i am back to posting , i guess its again and YET again Chanette who coax me to post a new post . wow its been a long time , i guess i have been pretty busy plus the stupid computer wont cooperate with me ! one day i could restart the the computer 10 times &gt;.&lt; times =".=""&gt;.&lt;&gt;.&lt; now i feel so guilty, haih....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990927484700748753-2806875901482353789?l=ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/feeds/2806875901482353789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990927484700748753&amp;postID=2806875901482353789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/2806875901482353789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990927484700748753/posts/default/2806875901482353789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ickyvickycwm.blogspot.com/2008/01/lazy.html' title='lazy....'/><author><name>vicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03544937296438123618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
