<?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-1204095668882037583</id><updated>2012-02-16T21:55:34.604-08:00</updated><category term='KAEMA'/><category term='FWF'/><category term='movies'/><title type='text'>IIYEE</title><subtitle type='html'>It's new, it's fabulous, it's me</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iiyee.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1204095668882037583/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iiyee.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>iiyee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12579856633619010530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-KRFLtrqQVY/SpOJif8SstI/AAAAAAAABCc/3gy1PGLG3Sw/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1204095668882037583.post-225685966110967875</id><published>2012-02-16T21:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-16T21:55:34.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mission: Aly's masks!</title><content type='html'>When Aly came back the other day for her break she visited me at my workplace and bought a sheet mask from me. How kind of her because none of my friends actually bought anything from me. hahaha. Okay except for Shnwei who bought nail oil the other day lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after using her sheet mask she &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;forced&lt;/span&gt; me to buy her another one because she said she&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; needs&lt;/span&gt; to hydrate her skin and she's facing a lot of stress. I just made that up, but she did say she has a lot of pimples and that I MUST buy her a mask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being me, I agreed. She said she wanted the Milk one because I introduced it to her the other day saying that it moisturizes the skin blah blah so she liked it. I was thinking of getting the mask for her with my PA but then.. I ended up paying for it instead. HAHAHA Oh well. It's her birthday present lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lnthxnTfzw1qzh1qq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 356px; height: 562px;" src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lnthxnTfzw1qzh1qq.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I didn't take a picture of the mask!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Found this online and it's the old packaging. The new one has the same shape but the illustrations are prettier!! &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Cottony Essence Sheet Masks&lt;/span&gt; are more expensive (RM12.90) compared to the &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Natural Pulp Sheet Masks&lt;/span&gt; (RM9.90) because it's made of cotton that allows the mask to absorb into the skin at a faster rate, it also has essence in it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday I went to Biolyn (located just next to my workplace. TEEHEE) because my colleague forced me to go there with her. She said she wanted to go look at the mask promotion or something like that. Since no customers were in the shop then I went strolling with her! So the masks were selling at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RM2&lt;/span&gt;!! Dirt cheap lah okay!! The only one left was the Purifying Acne Mask so we had no choice hahahaha. I bought two and tried one. It was not bad!! So I decided to give Aly the other one because she sent me a text saying that she has a lot of pimples and her dark circles are getting worse. I DID NOT MAKE THIS UP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Yxavxmrr2tY/Tz3lb3nw1qI/AAAAAAAACeQ/rX7z39Dgwbg/s1600/a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 292px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Yxavxmrr2tY/Tz3lb3nw1qI/AAAAAAAACeQ/rX7z39Dgwbg/s400/a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709972169525614242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope they still have stock! I'm going to grab a few more hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's my day off today so I decided to (finally!) send the masks to Aly. I was supposed to do it on Monday but then I was too lazy to get out of the house. After Aly's text I felt guilty so I forced myself to do it or die today. It was supposed to arrive during her birthday but it passed long long time ago. hehehe. Sorry bah =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up today and realised that it was 9.30am. I thought it was still early so I took time to cleanse my face. I even did a mask! While the mask was on my face I started to wrap the masks and put it in the envelope (it's handmade you know) and then head down to the post office at Central. I planned that after going to the post office I can still drop by Marie's office to chill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1YhWymoQ53A/Tz3i6Q__8KI/AAAAAAAACdw/tu6zA9F3bWo/s1600/IMG_0057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1YhWymoQ53A/Tz3i6Q__8KI/AAAAAAAACdw/tu6zA9F3bWo/s400/IMG_0057.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709969393199345826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No money to buy envelope had to make one myself. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2PPYZTlWX1Y/Tz3i6BgNhWI/AAAAAAAACdg/U2N7CC9tSY8/s1600/IMG_0056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2PPYZTlWX1Y/Tz3i6BgNhWI/AAAAAAAACdg/U2N7CC9tSY8/s400/IMG_0056.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709969389039486306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wrap the masks inside. Wrote some stuff to Aly hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DTFDrQEaRB8/Tz3i6wuhZAI/AAAAAAAACd4/4nIWvgZ8ny4/s1600/IMG_0059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DTFDrQEaRB8/Tz3i6wuhZAI/AAAAAAAACd4/4nIWvgZ8ny4/s400/IMG_0059.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709969401715975170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Proof that I was really doing a mask (okay half mask lol) I even wrote it on the note!! I need to find a mask for my disgusting eye bags. TT__TT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I wasn't wearing my spectacles since I got up from bed I realized that I got the time wrong! I woke up at 10.30 not 9.30 -.- By the time I washed off my mask it was already 11.10am!!! HAHAHA So I quickly rushed to change and drove myself to Central! And I feel bad because I only went to say Hi to Marie after that and then left because I had to pick up my brother from school. Guilty to the max.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-At68bz5B8nA/Tz3jdWtnU3I/AAAAAAAACeE/z31F9L1ORaI/s1600/lol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-At68bz5B8nA/Tz3jdWtnU3I/AAAAAAAACeE/z31F9L1ORaI/s400/lol.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709969996028269426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;TADAH!!!&lt;br /&gt;Hope it arrives safely and Aly will get to do her beauty routine! hahaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Feeling like doing Tony Moly product reviews. Anyone wanna read or not?? I guess the answer is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;none &lt;/span&gt;T_____T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/1204095668882037583-225685966110967875?l=iiyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iiyee.blogspot.com/feeds/225685966110967875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iiyee.blogspot.com/2012/02/mission-alys-masks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1204095668882037583/posts/default/225685966110967875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1204095668882037583/posts/default/225685966110967875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iiyee.blogspot.com/2012/02/mission-alys-masks.html' title='Mission: Aly&apos;s masks!'/><author><name>iiyee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12579856633619010530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-KRFLtrqQVY/SpOJif8SstI/AAAAAAAABCc/3gy1PGLG3Sw/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Yxavxmrr2tY/Tz3lb3nw1qI/AAAAAAAACeQ/rX7z39Dgwbg/s72-c/a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1204095668882037583.post-9056508270031988695</id><published>2012-02-13T19:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T20:54:06.712-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='KAEMA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FWF'/><title type='text'>Friends with fifits!</title><content type='html'>The title was supposed to be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Friends with benefits'&lt;/span&gt; but then I think all of us don't really gain benefits (put it in ANY way still none) from each other so I thought we call ourselves&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; 'Friends with Fifits'&lt;/span&gt;. Good? Bad? We don't really have fifit stink (armpit stink) okay. We just use the word &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fifit&lt;/span&gt; whenever we feel like it. HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They called themselves &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the foreveralones&lt;/span&gt; right now but I think that name might curse all of us to be single for the rest of our lives. Better not take the chance later all I have in my future is a lousy pension and 99 cats!! NOOOO!! I don't wanna be forever alone! Right now I'm saying that I'm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;currently&lt;/span&gt; alone, hahaha. Not permanent. Just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;currently&lt;/span&gt;. Forever is a big word okay later I 嫁不出 who is it to blame?? f&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;oreveralone.jpg?!?! &lt;/span&gt;Okay, dramatic much. Happy Valentine's Day btw, I'm currently alone and available. Feel free to continue reading this blog and then fall in love. With me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. So the yuck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;'Friends with Fifits' &lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Aly, Audrey, Shnwei, Huang, Siaw, Marie, Pae Yii, Karee and Yours truly (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first project that we've done &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Okay, they've done. Now I feel guilty because I went out with my church friends while they were working their butts off to complete it)&lt;/span&gt; is Aly's birthday surprise video. Aly is the first one, out of the nine to pursue her studies. We didn't get to celebrate with her so they made her a video!! With me inside. *feeling small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please watch the video (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Ym2vf28oVMY" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="480" width="500"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends are cool right?? See?? We risk humiliation and insults to make our friends happy. We do nothing but the best to brighten up one's day. ngehehehe. Awesomeness overloaded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. Last time they also recorded a video at my house when they surprised me with Patrick. Wanna watch? Click &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/video/video.php?v=200258453332451"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next project is going to be bungee jumping off Menara Tun Mustapha!! Okay who's up for it?? HAHAHA *psycho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAIT!! I didn't go dating okay. Am trying to defend myself. I went to have lunch with my church friends. Another point of defense: THEY WERE ALL GIRLS! But one guy friend joined us later when we yamcha but that doesn't count because he didn't even order a drink. Aly don't kill me. HAHAHAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1204095668882037583-9056508270031988695?l=iiyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iiyee.blogspot.com/feeds/9056508270031988695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iiyee.blogspot.com/2012/02/friends-with-fifits.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1204095668882037583/posts/default/9056508270031988695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1204095668882037583/posts/default/9056508270031988695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iiyee.blogspot.com/2012/02/friends-with-fifits.html' title='Friends with fifits!'/><author><name>iiyee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12579856633619010530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-KRFLtrqQVY/SpOJif8SstI/AAAAAAAABCc/3gy1PGLG3Sw/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Ym2vf28oVMY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1204095668882037583.post-8548094392428952216</id><published>2012-02-11T04:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-11T05:46:09.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My career?</title><content type='html'>Question that I come across almost every time I meet an adult: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;What you wanna do after this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I'm already &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sick&lt;/span&gt; of that question -.- But I cannot avoid it, no matter how hard I try. They either give me a frightened stare when I say, "oh..don't know yet. See lah" and then shake their heads; or they'll start giving me advices which are somewhat useful, but long-winded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a long chat about what my future plans might be with my uncle and aunt (who are in Brighton, UK) via Skype. My uncle gave me a lot of advice and sort of helped me to cancel out some courses that I would not ever-in-my-life take. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have some things in mind that I want to study, and there are some that I'm pretty sure that I would not. To make things easier, I have decided to make a blog post about it so here I am, typing away. So the next time so random adult who comes and ask me this question, I'll ask them to read this post. Dang! I'm smart. I can stop answering with my short&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 'I don't know'&lt;/span&gt; answer, and boost my blog visitors at the same time. likeaboss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Medicine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, this was the very first thing that I wanted to study when I first entered Science Stream in upper form. I wanted to be an oncologist, studying about cancer. Reason behind it? I had an uncle who passed away after battling cancer for years, and knew some people who had cancer and stuff so at that time I hated cancer. In fact, I wanted to find a cure for it and blah blah blah. I guess I was really ambitious at that time, not knowing that science was tough and I am not up to it's level. A level too high for pea-brained human like me. =( I didn't like Chemistry, and that's a goner. I liked Biology but it was a tough subject. I was able to remember how our body works and why we need hormones and stuff but at the end of it, I don't think I am fit to be a doctor. But now, I feel like I am up to the challenge to take medicine. I think I am able to survive this, years of studying, blood, body, the smell of the hospital. I am mentally convincing myself that I can handle it, and I am ready to handle all of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pros (What I think is good about this):&lt;br /&gt;1. I get to save lives. I get to not only save the life of the patient, but also bring joy to his/her family.&lt;br /&gt;2. Mom and dad, and kung and po would be proud of me. They get to say that their daughter/granddaughter is a doctor. No one in my family, at the moment, is a doctor so, yeah (:&lt;br /&gt;3. I can marry a hot doctor MUAHAHAHA (okay that's not really relevant -.-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cons (The downside of things):&lt;br /&gt;1. I have to study for a very loooooong period of time. Yeaps. Studying and practical and everything in between, I will be missing out a lot, and most of the time I'll be studying and studying and studying.&lt;br /&gt;2. I won't have much time for my family. My family now and uuhhh..my family in the future. HAHA okay. Another not-so-relevant reason.&lt;br /&gt;3. I'm afraid that I will drop out halfway. THAT'S THE CRUEL PART. I fear that I will cry my ay back home without finishing my studies. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;4. It might not be something that I WANT to do. I just want to be happy about my job and not 'do it' for the sake of money, and a job D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Journalism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No doubt this is something that I love to do. Writing. Travelling. I can do this forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pros:&lt;br /&gt;1. I will never get bored of this job.&lt;br /&gt;2. I don't have to sit in an office 8 hours a day. I can enjoy working outdoors, smelling the fresh air. Okay, perhaps our 'fresh air' would be highly polluted by then.&lt;br /&gt;3. I get share with others, about what I saw and heard. It's not just a job, but more of something that I like to do, sharing about what I have been through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cons:&lt;br /&gt;1. There are lots of freelance journalists out there so I might not be able to find a stable job.&lt;br /&gt;2. Time for family, again.&lt;br /&gt;3. Although I love to write I don't know if I'm really qualified to be a professional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Public relations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very similar to journalism. Those people who I've consulted insist I take Public Relations or Mass communications so that I can also take up journalism as well. Kill two birds with one shot? Maybe. I can live with this job because I like to socialize. Okay, I shall put it this way. I like to talk to people, even random strangers. I guess I like to work with people more than working with machines (cancels mechanical engineering in list). Besides having to talk to people, I don't really know anything about this job. Find out more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Find a hot guy that loves me to death, get married, be a housewife.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BY FAR THIS IS THE BEST ONE!!! All I have to do is master my cooking, manage the household and have babies. Cool kan? In addition to it my future husband will pay for all the expenses, including my facials and manicures. I can go out with friends and shop and have tea. Yeaps. I love this one. A hundred points for this one!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went down to Suria today with Shnwei and Siaw. Strolled around the education fair and then went for a free photoshoot, by &lt;a href="http://louispang.com"&gt;Louis Pang&lt;/a&gt; (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qTYIC_kcm68/TzZwIaRi9KI/AAAAAAAACc8/ClA4QuE6ii4/s1600/louispang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 326px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qTYIC_kcm68/TzZwIaRi9KI/AAAAAAAACc8/ClA4QuE6ii4/s400/louispang.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707872867532862626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;To like our picture, click &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=346514558713236&amp;amp;set=a.346425002055525.84162.115050601859634&amp;amp;type=1&amp;amp;theater"&gt;here&lt;/a&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/1204095668882037583-8548094392428952216?l=iiyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iiyee.blogspot.com/feeds/8548094392428952216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iiyee.blogspot.com/2012/02/my-career.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1204095668882037583/posts/default/8548094392428952216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1204095668882037583/posts/default/8548094392428952216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iiyee.blogspot.com/2012/02/my-career.html' title='My career?'/><author><name>iiyee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12579856633619010530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-KRFLtrqQVY/SpOJif8SstI/AAAAAAAABCc/3gy1PGLG3Sw/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qTYIC_kcm68/TzZwIaRi9KI/AAAAAAAACc8/ClA4QuE6ii4/s72-c/louispang.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1204095668882037583.post-1163236262239701049</id><published>2012-02-08T05:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T05:51:27.969-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Month two</title><content type='html'>Happy February! 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It wasn't shown in Malaysian cinemas either so I had to put it on my waiting list. Shnwei downloaded it the other day so I copied the file from her. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to spoil it for you and tell you the whole story. As my story-telling is pretty boring and you might fall asleep halfway, I suggest you watch the movie after reading this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story begins as the starring, Min Ah (played by Kim Ha Nuel) and the brother got into a car crash. Her brother died while she survived, but tragically losing her ability to see light. Her impairment didn't slow her down. She lived alone with her dog, Seul Ki and didn't really depend on others. That's what I like about her, she's independent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day Min Ah got onto a 'cab' in the midst of a heavy rain. The 'cab' then accidentally hit something that sent a loud thud and stopped the vehicle. Min Ah suspected that they hit a human being but the 'cab driver' insisted that it was just a dog. She escaped from the 'cab driver' and went to the police. The police didn't believe her as she was only able to judge things based on her other senses, but not her sight. But then she wow-ed Inspector Cho, who was in charge of this case with her ability to 'see' not just with eyes, but with heart. Min Ah was not the only witness to the murder, a youngster called Gi Sub (played by Yoo Seung Ho) was also at the scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 'cab driver' soon turned out to be a serial killer. He pretended to be a cab driver and during the ride, he forced Min Ah to drink a bottle of coffee that he handed over to her. =O The coffee was not original coffee, it was mixed with Propofol! He realised that Min Ah and Gi Sub witness what crime he done so after the incident, he called Min Ah to warn her, as well as Gi Sub not to speak of it, or else he would go after them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before Min Ah got into the accident with her brother, she was going to be a police officer. She didn't back down easily after the phone call. She quickly called Inspector Cho, who didn't answer his phone. She then contacted Gi Sub and even went to where he was. She tried to warn Gi Sub but rebellious as he is, he didn't listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Min Ah was going onto the underground train, Gi Sub saw a man following her from behind. He quickly came to his senses that her warning was right. He called Min Ah and helped her to get away from the guy. (This is the most touching and thrilling part of the show I was crying and scared and shouting 'fast fast fast') Due to her visual impairment, Gi Sub helped her escape using her video phone. Min Ah got away, thanks to her faithdul dog, Seul Ki, who sacrificed his life to save his master.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Seul Ki, Inspector Cho died too. He was killed by the serial killer at the second he found out that he was the culprit. The serial killer inposted as Inspector Cho and contacted Min Ah and Gi Sub, who were staying in House of Hope, the orphanage that Min Ah's mother was in charged of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Min Ah and Gi Sub fought their way through the serial killer, through blood and more blood. Min Ah managed to knock down the serial killer with a brick. The police came, show's over. Both Min Ah and Gi Sub were lying on the ground outside the orphanage, trying to keep themselves alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to avoid watching thrillers mostof them time because I'm afraid that I couldn't go to sleep at night. Although I enjoy the tension and the suspense, my brain doesn't function to receive it as well as I thought it would. Often I would not be able to go to bed because scenes from the film will keep repeating in my brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Confession:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I watched this film not because it was a thriller, not because I like the starring of the film, nor because of the dog. I watched it because 2PM's songs were chosen as their soundtracks. HAHAHAHA They have good taste though, and I do not regret because it's a great movie!&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C2J4YN6xn8U/TyfuLAJ9nYI/AAAAAAAACcQ/euRy2Krdxs4/s1600/800px-Blind-13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C2J4YN6xn8U/TyfuLAJ9nYI/AAAAAAAACcQ/euRy2Krdxs4/s400/800px-Blind-13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703789325875780994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kim Ha Neul &lt;/span&gt;who plays Min Ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GzgirmOeEyY/TyfuK3zbnlI/AAAAAAAACcI/saKuOPzsX0c/s1600/800px-Blind-08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GzgirmOeEyY/TyfuK3zbnlI/AAAAAAAACcI/saKuOPzsX0c/s400/800px-Blind-08.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703789323633794642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yoo Seung Ho&lt;/span&gt; aka Gi Sub&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay he looked familiar to me and I didn't know who he was until I Googled! He's the guy in Warrior Baek Dong Soo LOL I like his hair&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/1204095668882037583-1202996944947221527?l=iiyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iiyee.blogspot.com/feeds/1202996944947221527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iiyee.blogspot.com/2012/01/blind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1204095668882037583/posts/default/1202996944947221527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1204095668882037583/posts/default/1202996944947221527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iiyee.blogspot.com/2012/01/blind.html' title='Blind'/><author><name>iiyee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12579856633619010530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-KRFLtrqQVY/SpOJif8SstI/AAAAAAAABCc/3gy1PGLG3Sw/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HOr1OP_gVv8/TyfuKoQMwrI/AAAAAAAACb8/9hX62I_oZQo/s72-c/275px-Blind-p4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1204095668882037583.post-962098913916334603</id><published>2012-01-30T16:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T03:17:09.605-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What we do best on CNY</title><content type='html'>Chinese New Year is the time when...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;WE EAT AND LEPAK LIKE A BOSS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;Chinese New Year day 1 routine:&lt;/span&gt; Wake up, get dressed, take family photo, get angpau from ma and pa. After getting ready at home, we head down to gather with the rest of the family from pa's side at my uncle's place. We have the traditional 'zai choi' there, have long chats, and watch Sabah Hakka IpMan part 2. LMAO. Everyone was hooked after part one so we ended up watching the video on the Ipads! We (Okay, maybe it was just my mom) also tried to beat my cousin's high score on Tired Birds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went to visit my aunt's brother's house. My brother and I go there almost every year for the food. hehehe. Oh, and the lion dance. We just stay at home at night, usually. If not we'll go to my grandparents' place to slack =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2 is the time when we get busy!! Kung had open house so all of us had to help around. He invited his golf mates, family and close family friends, not forgetting the neighbours!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2dmZ2jq-Wns/TydFrHWHCvI/AAAAAAAACbA/01et8TAtG2o/s1600/88.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2dmZ2jq-Wns/TydFrHWHCvI/AAAAAAAACbA/01et8TAtG2o/s400/88.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703604060096498418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Every year po and my aunts prepare the food but this year they were lazy so we ordered catering from the hut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BzECOCitjiA/TydDAEC82GI/AAAAAAAACaQ/7yITYJY03NM/s1600/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BzECOCitjiA/TydDAEC82GI/AAAAAAAACaQ/7yITYJY03NM/s400/7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703601121453201506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was yummy but I miss our home cooked food!&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/-Cl2aJPhgXQE/TydFtL9qFiI/AAAAAAAACbY/abVJqBETiRU/s1600/666.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Cl2aJPhgXQE/TydFtL9qFiI/AAAAAAAACbY/abVJqBETiRU/s400/666.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703604095695853090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My cousins who came back from Adelaide, and their parents =)&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/-P2YxmMg3fqA/TydFqseo9NI/AAAAAAAACa0/Fgz0WG7Y3xc/s1600/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P2YxmMg3fqA/TydFqseo9NI/AAAAAAAACa0/Fgz0WG7Y3xc/s400/8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703604052884518098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My cousin uncles &amp;amp; aunts.&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uuYqxug3E34/TydDBg0uaNI/AAAAAAAACao/csejaljItco/s1600/66.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uuYqxug3E34/TydDBg0uaNI/AAAAAAAACao/csejaljItco/s400/66.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703601146358032594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;3 pretty mamas.&lt;br /&gt;The ones at the side are my aunts while the one at the centre is a close friend of my aunt.&lt;br /&gt;&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/-PknvjpwJjNo/TydDAehA5zI/AAAAAAAACag/epAdIMIg3Jw/s1600/55.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PknvjpwJjNo/TydDAehA5zI/AAAAAAAACag/epAdIMIg3Jw/s400/55.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703601128558618418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;MCBP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was shocked when I saw him coming in I tell you! Apparently his father knows kung so that's why they were invited. He's going off for further studies so I took a picture with him for remembrance! lmao He's my primary school friend and we go to the same church so all the best in his studies!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/-laE9cPscmsY/TydC-3hDuVI/AAAAAAAACaI/PkghL52tcyM/s1600/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-laE9cPscmsY/TydC-3hDuVI/AAAAAAAACaI/PkghL52tcyM/s400/6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703601100909951314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My cute cousin =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So after all the curry and prawn and noodles were wanted to do some exercise! The &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;unhealthy&lt;/span&gt; way....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/-26EhOMFz4BQ/TydC-goMTyI/AAAAAAAACZ4/43akqLD6PAc/s1600/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-26EhOMFz4BQ/TydC-goMTyI/AAAAAAAACZ4/43akqLD6PAc/s400/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703601094765858594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yeap.&lt;br /&gt;And the day ended like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I had to work on day 3, 4 and 5 and 6 so I didn't really do much &lt;s&gt;eating&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On Saturday (which is also day 6 of CNY) I went over Marie's house for open house (obvious much). More pictures but I didn't take any of the food because I was too hungry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/-fMvz57R9JrM/TydFsuVka1I/AAAAAAAACbM/QmIt-idpb6o/s1600/444.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fMvz57R9JrM/TydFsuVka1I/AAAAAAAACbM/QmIt-idpb6o/s400/444.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703604087743081298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pictureka&lt;/span&gt; has become our tradition!! hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-91kqpRzr8Bc/TydCHL8nwpI/AAAAAAAACZg/KxeS3LI6Z6A/s1600/44.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-91kqpRzr8Bc/TydCHL8nwpI/AAAAAAAACZg/KxeS3LI6Z6A/s400/44.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703600144321594002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look at the people playing! I think they were trying to read the order cards HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;Oh I also taught them to play 21 the pro way -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we took a bunch load of pictures in Marie's room. Oh yeah we blasted my Instax Mini too!!&lt;br /&gt;(I call my Instax Mini - Patrick)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eHljTueKTtU/TydCGxqZodI/AAAAAAAACZM/7LyE38c6YnY/s1600/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eHljTueKTtU/TydCGxqZodI/AAAAAAAACZM/7LyE38c6YnY/s400/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703600137265848786" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;I brought pa's Panasonic GF 2 and I didn't really know it functions so this picture was not properly focused LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah so we just fooled around in the room. There was this moment when Audrey, Shnwei and Siaw decided to get their &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;butt &lt;/span&gt;pictures taken so I asked them to shake their butt. So I managed to snap a picture of Shnwei's then someone blurted out, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Siaw, your turn'&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Siaw gave a short pause, and then she shaked her butt!!! LOL It was so funny I forgot to take the picture. We were all rolling on the bed laughing HAHAHAHAHA&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/-y2DfAGrPjIo/TydCGdhplwI/AAAAAAAACZE/YYwAXr-GYKA/s1600/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y2DfAGrPjIo/TydCGdhplwI/AAAAAAAACZE/YYwAXr-GYKA/s400/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703600131860436738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Butt-shaking process!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So after we were done with our little photoshoot, Aly and Shnwei left the house. Aly was going back to Negeri Sembilan again and this time we too didn't say a proper goodbye! The rest of us continued with the pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A4QN3S4bhlM/TydCE0t8_aI/AAAAAAAACY4/HBgBua3WMvY/s1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A4QN3S4bhlM/TydCE0t8_aI/AAAAAAAACY4/HBgBua3WMvY/s400/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703600103726316962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z65lJi6-zA4/TydCEoLqp3I/AAAAAAAACYs/Zx6EJYtNNmM/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z65lJi6-zA4/TydCEoLqp3I/AAAAAAAACYs/Zx6EJYtNNmM/s400/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703600100361283442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We got bored of ourselves so we attacked two innocent little kids HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They're not really innocent lah lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beaven &amp;amp; Atai who were forced to pose for the camerawoman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday I went out with Adele and Liana. It was Liana's birthday so she spent us lunch and Starbucks. She finally put her Instax Mini in use. hehehehe&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/-znwUW0WQHTo/TydFti-CnJI/AAAAAAAACbo/d7BQ8BIyduo/s1600/910.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-znwUW0WQHTo/TydFti-CnJI/AAAAAAAACbo/d7BQ8BIyduo/s400/910.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703604101871475858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's a rap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jrL8MP907EU/Tyc9vd8eOkI/AAAAAAAACYg/Z4qWUQw6DwU/s1600/sas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jrL8MP907EU/Tyc9vd8eOkI/AAAAAAAACYg/Z4qWUQw6DwU/s400/sas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703595338789435970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Additional picture (:&lt;br /&gt;Taken in Huang's house the other day. It was a pre-CNY Barbeque party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;FYI I almost got put off work because they didn't really need that much staff already but today I dropped by the office to get my cheque (less than what I expected so I was unhappy, for a while) I asked the boss whether I'm still working for them so she said she'll call me tomorrow. To my surprise she called me just now to explain to me why my pay was less (it was because of EPF and Socso or something so yeah, it was cut by a few percent) and that I could still continue work! I have been uneasy these few days knowing that I would be fired but I'm not! Although I was comforting myself, telling myself that I need not stand 8 hours a day anymore blah blah blah but I cannot fool myself lah. I could never survive staying at home 24/7 while getting no pay! And I couldn't stand the fact that someone would actually fire me. I work hard okay. So I'm awaiting another call from the supervisor to tell me my next shift!&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/1204095668882037583-962098913916334603?l=iiyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iiyee.blogspot.com/feeds/962098913916334603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iiyee.blogspot.com/2012/01/what-we-do-best-on-cny.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1204095668882037583/posts/default/962098913916334603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1204095668882037583/posts/default/962098913916334603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iiyee.blogspot.com/2012/01/what-we-do-best-on-cny.html' title='What we do best on CNY'/><author><name>iiyee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12579856633619010530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-KRFLtrqQVY/SpOJif8SstI/AAAAAAAABCc/3gy1PGLG3Sw/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2dmZ2jq-Wns/TydFrHWHCvI/AAAAAAAACbA/01et8TAtG2o/s72-c/88.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1204095668882037583.post-3985862657180826743</id><published>2012-01-17T18:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T18:48:07.771-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Year after high school</title><content type='html'>It's my off day from work today! Okay not exactly. I only have to work 3 days a week so I have 4 days off and today is one of them. Am going to do a little Chinese New Year shopping today. Hopefully I'll manage to buy some shoes and clothes, but I do have a budget. A tight one. I have already started spending money before I get my first salary. Shame on you, Abby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I started work I viewed the world from a whole new perspective. While I was preparing for my SPM a lot of adults that came up to talk with me always said, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'enjoy your student life'&lt;/span&gt;, '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it's easy being a student'&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'aww..I wish I can go back to high school'&lt;/span&gt;. Every time this happens, I'll give them the glare and whisper under my breath, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'easy for you to say you don't have to memorise which is the femur and what type of vitamin prevents colour blindness'&lt;/span&gt;. I always thought that life as a student was hard. We had to get up early morning, drag ourselves up to our classrooms on the third floor, listen to boring classes and as we arrive home, we start to finish our pile of homework. Apart from school we have to juggle house chores, sports and piano lessons. Life couldn't get any worse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was not until 2 weeks ago that I realised that being a kid was so much fun. I also found out that being an adult wasn't that much fun at all. I remember when I was a kid I wished that I can have 3 birthdays a year so that I can quickly reach 21 and be a true adult. hahaha. Now I wish to have a birthday every 3 years so that I'll age slower. Right, that will never happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first few days of work was tough. I work in a shop selling cosmetics and my daily routine includes cleaning the products on the display shelves, cleaning the shelves, cleaning the testers, serving the customers, and studying the products in the shop. Before entering &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'the life as a salesgirl'&lt;/span&gt;, I always thought that being a salesgirl is easy. You just have to stand there and talk to the customers, sell your products. But little did I know what great effort these salesgirls put into their job. They understand the brand, the products; they treat their workplace as their home, their co-workers like their family; they try to sell the suitable products to customers, and forgive those to spill liquid eyeliner on the counter. It's not just standing there and selling products, it's a duty to present yourself, the shop, and the brand to others. Seeing the effort that my co-workers put in their work made me feel like all this while, I have been truly blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is then I understood, that being little is easy, and growing up is also easy. But being a grown-up isn't at all easy, there are more challenges ahead than you expected. Right now I don't know how tough it is for me in the future, to make a living and raise a family. I had a little taste of it during my 2 weeks of work, and I already feel the pressure. I thought of quitting just 2 days after I started working. *Wow I sound like a damsel in distress EWW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I'm trying to say is, I NEED TO GO BACK TO STUDY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1204095668882037583-3985862657180826743?l=iiyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iiyee.blogspot.com/feeds/3985862657180826743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iiyee.blogspot.com/2012/01/year-after-high-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1204095668882037583/posts/default/3985862657180826743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1204095668882037583/posts/default/3985862657180826743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iiyee.blogspot.com/2012/01/year-after-high-school.html' title='Year after high school'/><author><name>iiyee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12579856633619010530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-KRFLtrqQVY/SpOJif8SstI/AAAAAAAABCc/3gy1PGLG3Sw/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1204095668882037583.post-5250759354362470457</id><published>2012-01-15T23:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T00:24:20.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The first post</title><content type='html'>Hello once again (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I am (almost) 18, I have decided to start a new blog. Don't get me wrong, I really like the old one, but I think it is time for me to move on and write things that are more... mature? Yes, less childish. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it is time for me to set apart the new and the old. I started blogging when I was just 13. I remember that I was being pestered by my friend to start a blog, I was really reluctant then but throughout the years I have posted many things, from my daily ups and downs to my favourite movies. Little did I know that my blog helped me keep track of my years in secondary school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am going to start from scratch. This, after all, is me taking my first step in the new chapter of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to start with an introduction about myself. (WOW I sound so serious LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi. You can call me Abby. I am known in the cyber world as iiyee, a name that I came up with while playing around with my chinese name. I am eighteen this year, I was born around Spring. I live in an amazing place called Sabah. It's located on an island called Borneo, home of the rainforests and orangutans. For the time being I am working as a part-time staff in Tony Moly, Suria Sabah. I haven't decided on what course I would like to take up in college. I haven't decided on whether or not I should continue my studies in the sixth form. I am pretty much stuck between choices right now, but I'll figure it out, just in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Jesus, my saviour and my best friend.  I am blessed with the best family in the world, and the most crazy but yet loving friends. I am sad to say that I am still single, indeed. I haven't found that Prince Charming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look forward to the days of my future, and hopefully I'll succeed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1204095668882037583-5250759354362470457?l=iiyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iiyee.blogspot.com/feeds/5250759354362470457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iiyee.blogspot.com/2012/01/first-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1204095668882037583/posts/default/5250759354362470457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1204095668882037583/posts/default/5250759354362470457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iiyee.blogspot.com/2012/01/first-post.html' title='The first post'/><author><name>iiyee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12579856633619010530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-KRFLtrqQVY/SpOJif8SstI/AAAAAAAABCc/3gy1PGLG3Sw/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
