<?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-6098831173487380424</id><updated>2012-01-07T21:37:24.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rowena's Blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rowenafoo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098831173487380424/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rowenafoo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>RwN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-nQ4lnj8Y1U/TDVEXa0X9kI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4OCVYaJDtlc/S220/P5210563.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098831173487380424.post-1853491004679276313</id><published>2011-10-04T21:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T22:29:49.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feel the love</title><content type='html'>Received a gift from dearest Zac from my favorite craft store!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jgQ7nlhdzx4/Tor7mUhK8FI/AAAAAAAAAIg/sLwvvjR8AM8/s1600/IMG_1343.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jgQ7nlhdzx4/Tor7mUhK8FI/AAAAAAAAAIg/sLwvvjR8AM8/s400/IMG_1343.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Told Zac that the most important part of the gift is the box and ribbon, not the gift itself! So here's the cutesie box :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m4ljHDmx0pc/Tor7ota7BDI/AAAAAAAAAIo/gmHN4IBZFyE/s1600/IMG_1348.JPG" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m4ljHDmx0pc/Tor7ota7BDI/AAAAAAAAAIo/gmHN4IBZFyE/s640/IMG_1348.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mnXTPc4_ev0/Tor7p44liII/AAAAAAAAAIs/ZyF3xqui_Gs/s1600/IMG_1349.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mnXTPc4_ev0/Tor7p44liII/AAAAAAAAAIs/ZyF3xqui_Gs/s320/IMG_1349.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iLgkBlH5GlY/Tor7njz_Y3I/AAAAAAAAAIk/TnMDqHwyyE4/s1600/IMG_1347.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iLgkBlH5GlY/Tor7njz_Y3I/AAAAAAAAAIk/TnMDqHwyyE4/s320/IMG_1347.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Tadah! So pretty!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so that's just a small part of love that I wana show, let's move on to something more serious and exciting!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My charity project sale at Straits Quay on the 24th of Sept! (Yes, I should really update my charity project site, but I'm so busy .... blogging!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrived around 9am for setting up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fASyi-LvjkI/Tor71fE7EpI/AAAAAAAAAIw/VIfl1eqDnEQ/s1600/IMG_1350.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fASyi-LvjkI/Tor71fE7EpI/AAAAAAAAAIw/VIfl1eqDnEQ/s320/IMG_1350.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hYMnanXgyR8/Tor74O7PX_I/AAAAAAAAAI4/MKup0jfNSMw/s1600/IMG_1352.JPG" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hYMnanXgyR8/Tor74O7PX_I/AAAAAAAAAI4/MKup0jfNSMw/s640/IMG_1352.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CrpPINP_gv0/Tor724l0IhI/AAAAAAAAAI0/_gdYhG619-k/s1600/IMG_1351.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CrpPINP_gv0/Tor724l0IhI/AAAAAAAAAI0/_gdYhG619-k/s400/IMG_1351.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RtKPWjRm3SM/Tor76ZQSNrI/AAAAAAAAAJA/MfZde8IDsEo/s1600/IMG_1354.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RtKPWjRm3SM/Tor76ZQSNrI/AAAAAAAAAJA/MfZde8IDsEo/s640/IMG_1354.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1AnUwvL-al8/Tor79l2eL-I/AAAAAAAAAJM/yGoV_oeJ75I/s1600/IMG_1358.JPG" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1AnUwvL-al8/Tor79l2eL-I/AAAAAAAAAJM/yGoV_oeJ75I/s320/IMG_1358.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Sayuri meticulously putting up the decorations which did not last long :(&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NG1NMWHzS_U/Tor78lo1npI/AAAAAAAAAJI/4GithAIL2go/s1600/IMG_1357.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NG1NMWHzS_U/Tor78lo1npI/AAAAAAAAAJI/4GithAIL2go/s640/IMG_1357.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was there from 10am to 10pm! Ok la, with like 4 hours in between break to go away and study for the SATs, hardworking philanthropist I am wahahahahhaha *self-centered bitch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4sZahXQIP3o/Tor7_zzNsjI/AAAAAAAAAJU/5C-w2is6d_s/s1600/IMG_1360.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4sZahXQIP3o/Tor7_zzNsjI/AAAAAAAAAJU/5C-w2is6d_s/s400/IMG_1360.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;7pm - Housemates working hard to attract customers' attention. They were so hardworking!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0YAxKKQf5fo/Tor8BMJHYjI/AAAAAAAAAJY/I56SEp7l6zc/s1600/IMG_1361.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0YAxKKQf5fo/Tor8BMJHYjI/AAAAAAAAAJY/I56SEp7l6zc/s640/IMG_1361.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Our stall after so many hours, by this time a lot of the stuff has been sold!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hJlAFzpNSr8/Tor8CIpfJBI/AAAAAAAAAJc/F2JWLLtkLMc/s1600/IMG_1362.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hJlAFzpNSr8/Tor8CIpfJBI/AAAAAAAAAJc/F2JWLLtkLMc/s640/IMG_1362.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Beautiful Straits Quay in Penang!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wana thank Penang people so much because they are seriously more generous than KL people!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have done enough charity work to tell the difference, and it's a huge difference! There are more approachable charity organizations in Penang and Penang Star Metro Section is always emphasizing about things you can do to help out the local community!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have raised a total of &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;RM 701&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;All proceeds go to the Asia Community Service (ACS).&lt;br /&gt;Please go to http://acsartworkproject.blogspot.com to support us! :D&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Speaking of charity,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Najib has took advantage of the Penang peeps' generority..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Exhibit A:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nh78fIC4wpo/Tor8DVgISmI/AAAAAAAAAJg/c7KPYDLSRLM/s1600/IMG_1364.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nh78fIC4wpo/Tor8DVgISmI/AAAAAAAAAJg/c7KPYDLSRLM/s640/IMG_1364.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thousands of bicycles at Straits Quay for the charity ride for Chinese education.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't really get what happened but if the government is so passionate about helping the Chinese education why not just donate to independent schools rather than asking the community to contribute back to the community!?!?!?!??!?!?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1694755988"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1694755989"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: I love my biology teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XLTbnLcsBIw/TosXueb6tLI/AAAAAAAAAOM/DirBK6Vwsq4/s1600/jlo.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="252" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XLTbnLcsBIw/TosXueb6tLI/AAAAAAAAAOM/DirBK6Vwsq4/s640/jlo.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6098831173487380424-1853491004679276313?l=rowenafoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rowenafoo.blogspot.com/feeds/1853491004679276313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6098831173487380424&amp;postID=1853491004679276313&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098831173487380424/posts/default/1853491004679276313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098831173487380424/posts/default/1853491004679276313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rowenafoo.blogspot.com/2011/10/feel-love.html' title='Feel the love'/><author><name>RwN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-nQ4lnj8Y1U/TDVEXa0X9kI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4OCVYaJDtlc/S220/P5210563.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jgQ7nlhdzx4/Tor7mUhK8FI/AAAAAAAAAIg/sLwvvjR8AM8/s72-c/IMG_1343.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098831173487380424.post-3803755770544480041</id><published>2011-09-17T19:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T19:33:04.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not so patriotic Malaysian</title><content type='html'>Because I'm celebrating my friends' birthdays on Malaysia Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Malaysia Day, I am disappointed with some of the friends here in my school who thought Malaysia Day was introduced only 2 years ago. Hello! Worst Sejarah student here knows it was since 1963 ok! (haha, 1 of the only 2 dates I can remember in Sejarah - the other would be 31 Aug 1957 -.-) (and somewhere in March of the year 1919 - to commemorate the establishment of &amp;nbsp;Chong Hwa and that's it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday organized a so-called surprise party for Sayuri's birthday and Myeong Hee and Shreya's belated birthdays. But it sort of failed, we were &lt;i&gt;this &lt;/i&gt;close to surprising them until Straits Quay management did not allow us to use party poppers in the mall and we have to do it at the entrance so the girls caught us walking out -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the girls were delighted so that's a good start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pXqrwJN7PEk/TnRJoONmoiI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Q2JMdyVGLTc/s1600/IMG_1297.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pXqrwJN7PEk/TnRJoONmoiI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Q2JMdyVGLTc/s640/IMG_1297.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Here are the girls! Myeong Hee (left) and Sayuri!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mRxae35eS_M/TnRNMYzIe_I/AAAAAAAAAIE/ftdKalwE4a4/s1600/IMG_1292.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mRxae35eS_M/TnRNMYzIe_I/AAAAAAAAAIE/ftdKalwE4a4/s640/IMG_1292.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At Aseana Cafe, Straits Quay. Their layout and furniture are absolutely admirable!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_latWCfmX9E/TnRNSF6WSnI/AAAAAAAAAIM/cs9HQ_B6Xrg/s1600/IMG_1296.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_latWCfmX9E/TnRNSF6WSnI/AAAAAAAAAIM/cs9HQ_B6Xrg/s640/IMG_1296.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With Shinobu and Myeong Hee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Why my face so chubby one!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7ODdl0Xpmmc/TnSEpF2F1wI/AAAAAAAAAIc/RL3gZ0QH3RI/s1600/IMG_1298.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7ODdl0Xpmmc/TnSEpF2F1wI/AAAAAAAAAIc/RL3gZ0QH3RI/s640/IMG_1298.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Shirley and Kimberly! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vt172UDTZR4/TnRJmbm0njI/AAAAAAAAAGM/hV14I5AdW90/s1600/IMG_1303.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vt172UDTZR4/TnRJmbm0njI/AAAAAAAAAGM/hV14I5AdW90/s640/IMG_1303.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Everyone busy with their camera/ gadgets (Angus with his Blackberry playbook -.- ) when the cake arrives. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VswhYN7vTRU/TnRJoSvFNHI/AAAAAAAAAGU/SGIgvvvY-qY/s1600/IMG_1305.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VswhYN7vTRU/TnRJoSvFNHI/AAAAAAAAAGU/SGIgvvvY-qY/s640/IMG_1305.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy belated birthday to Shreya, Myeong Hee and Happy Birthday to Sayuri!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Nan0jOQIdHo/TnRKZkpDnNI/AAAAAAAAAGk/dBPOh-ETmaQ/s1600/IMG_1313.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Nan0jOQIdHo/TnRKZkpDnNI/AAAAAAAAAGk/dBPOh-ETmaQ/s640/IMG_1313.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Their names and respective age on white chocolate haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I64lBtN8JHM/TnRKCs6dxqI/AAAAAAAAAGg/EGRs28bKKEE/s1600/IMG_1308.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I64lBtN8JHM/TnRKCs6dxqI/AAAAAAAAAGg/EGRs28bKKEE/s640/IMG_1308.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shreya crazily clapping away out of excitement&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f-C-oMDjmgw/TnRKByptLZI/AAAAAAAAAGc/A4fhDOVIuo4/s1600/IMG_1307.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f-C-oMDjmgw/TnRKByptLZI/AAAAAAAAAGc/A4fhDOVIuo4/s640/IMG_1307.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;With my aikido master - konochiwa sensei!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So far he has taught me nothing but breaking my wrists all the time -.-&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've learnt to kick crotch every time there's an attack.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LuXRoK4mbwY/TnRKrnUXq8I/AAAAAAAAAGw/H9KsYxCG_Lg/s1600/IMG_1320.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LuXRoK4mbwY/TnRKrnUXq8I/AAAAAAAAAGw/H9KsYxCG_Lg/s640/IMG_1320.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;With the surprised Tony so I act surprise as well.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q5eTuYVy5bs/TnRKZyuGYJI/AAAAAAAAAGo/DkZIz_wnthI/s1600/IMG_1319.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q5eTuYVy5bs/TnRKZyuGYJI/AAAAAAAAAGo/DkZIz_wnthI/s640/IMG_1319.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Angus and his pink shirt -.-&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_XABxyno6t8/TnRKvaUisqI/AAAAAAAAAG4/HwARwMX-_PY/s1600/IMG_1321.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_XABxyno6t8/TnRKvaUisqI/AAAAAAAAAG4/HwARwMX-_PY/s640/IMG_1321.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;JP who only showed up when it's almost over.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's for not doing your business IA during summer! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GiQ7YWBYPbI/TnRKuYMXqJI/AAAAAAAAAG0/FLRNLdldACU/s1600/IMG_1322.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GiQ7YWBYPbI/TnRKuYMXqJI/AAAAAAAAAG0/FLRNLdldACU/s640/IMG_1322.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Blurred out photo with Shirley - the organizer of the party too! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s0gB3z88JqY/TnRLAFqGpHI/AAAAAAAAAG8/GZco4mN_mF8/s1600/IMG_1323.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s0gB3z88JqY/TnRLAFqGpHI/AAAAAAAAAG8/GZco4mN_mF8/s640/IMG_1323.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;With the ever so poised Wan Ling.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We played the "I have never" game and I can't believe I was the first to run out of potato chips! I had to the monkey dance in front of everyone and whoever walked by the restaurant -___- WHO CAME UP WITH THE STUPID MONKEY DANCE IDEA?!?!?! *refuses to admit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But it's not fair they all have statements like "I have never eaten a durian" or "I have never been to a theme park" (?!?!@? WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU TONY?!)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-htcqmVM78SQ/TnRLJNGcc5I/AAAAAAAAAHE/ajyzIDsE1HU/s1600/IMG_1325.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-htcqmVM78SQ/TnRLJNGcc5I/AAAAAAAAAHE/ajyzIDsE1HU/s400/IMG_1325.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QdNiea0bt6w/TnRLI49ZjbI/AAAAAAAAAHA/33T9N6_6DZg/s1600/IMG_1326.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QdNiea0bt6w/TnRLI49ZjbI/AAAAAAAAAHA/33T9N6_6DZg/s640/IMG_1326.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;With Sue Lynn at the lighthouse.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h3dVqG7_WWo/TnRLWj-21fI/AAAAAAAAAHI/-a6OUOWbcfU/s1600/IMG_1327.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h3dVqG7_WWo/TnRLWj-21fI/AAAAAAAAAHI/-a6OUOWbcfU/s640/IMG_1327.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;So biu-dai-fool!!!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'M TALKING ABOUT MY CAMERA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--9RNol11NtQ/TnRLkAMY5eI/AAAAAAAAAHM/mZ-rlUrFv6c/s1600/IMG_1328.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--9RNol11NtQ/TnRLkAMY5eI/AAAAAAAAAHM/mZ-rlUrFv6c/s640/IMG_1328.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Malaysia Day flea market! Super cool this 'stall' selling antique stuff!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bought some vintage stickers ahaha *guilty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ejEWiQaBhYY/TnRLkvoTThI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/C_5iRgQ6qHo/s1600/IMG_1329.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ejEWiQaBhYY/TnRLkvoTThI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/C_5iRgQ6qHo/s640/IMG_1329.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With Sue Lynn while waiting for the cab.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NmVg5AELB-s/TnRMVBDg9pI/AAAAAAAAAHo/8_7Pqmpm82k/s1600/IMG_1334.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NmVg5AELB-s/TnRMVBDg9pI/AAAAAAAAAHo/8_7Pqmpm82k/s640/IMG_1334.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Failed photo of me trying to smack her ass.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wtP23GYZI0c/TnRMA5DyJNI/AAAAAAAAAHY/PArNCzyOifE/s1600/IMG_1333.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wtP23GYZI0c/TnRMA5DyJNI/AAAAAAAAAHY/PArNCzyOifE/s640/IMG_1333.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u5G78vkfw_g/TnRMDUtHXaI/AAAAAAAAAHg/OCdxZ4cBAiw/s1600/IMG_1332.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u5G78vkfw_g/TnRMDUtHXaI/AAAAAAAAAHg/OCdxZ4cBAiw/s640/IMG_1332.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Got through so much trouble just to get her out of the house to Gurney.&amp;nbsp;Alas, Johnny English was sold out so she left.&amp;nbsp;I went on shopping with Zac at gurney (and shamelessly bought more stuff) until it became too crowded so we left.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y5xl3ogrkOI/TnRL0viZD6I/AAAAAAAAAHU/IYtOLvBUDEI/s1600/IMG_1331.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y5xl3ogrkOI/TnRL0viZD6I/AAAAAAAAAHU/IYtOLvBUDEI/s640/IMG_1331.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jtuSOEBGLPM/TnRMhUDi08I/AAAAAAAAAHw/HkiNolK87u8/s1600/IMG_1335.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jtuSOEBGLPM/TnRMhUDi08I/AAAAAAAAAHw/HkiNolK87u8/s640/IMG_1335.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Sue Lynn curiously went around to have the last taste of freedom before her dad locks her up for AS exam hahahahahahahaha&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Decided to blog about this cause I haven't shown you guys my boarding room!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-72JoXteIGjE/TnRNEkIpEAI/AAAAAAAAAIA/Iz_T8zrcps4/s1600/IMG_1342.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-72JoXteIGjE/TnRNEkIpEAI/AAAAAAAAAIA/Iz_T8zrcps4/s640/IMG_1342.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My unmade bed with random stuff on it. Elephant - birthday gift from Priscilla.&lt;br /&gt;Uplands diary with random post it notes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Red bag - gift from Mom from Bershka!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Badge on bag - 'CP - COUCH POTATO' - My favorite badge from Individum!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KchVn7Bx604/TnRMeoK6ymI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Uipr6peJoT0/s1600/IMG_1336.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KchVn7Bx604/TnRMeoK6ymI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Uipr6peJoT0/s640/IMG_1336.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My study table. Opposite is my roomate's. Ikr, so messy! *tsk tsk&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And you can see one lump behind the table, that's her still sleeping, such a pig right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(that's for calling me a pig this morning, Jyen!)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VJ_hSppASjE/TnRM26TNZtI/AAAAAAAAAH8/q0ldIDU04oE/s1600/IMG_1340.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VJ_hSppASjE/TnRM26TNZtI/AAAAAAAAAH8/q0ldIDU04oE/s640/IMG_1340.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My decorated lamp. I know, so girly. What happened to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q-mTziCEqCg/TnRMtP_WyuI/AAAAAAAAAH0/vxs6VLsAnbU/s1600/IMG_1338.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q-mTziCEqCg/TnRMtP_WyuI/AAAAAAAAAH0/vxs6VLsAnbU/s640/IMG_1338.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;My nicely typed out schedule.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Oy6vqWDOMxA/TnRM2BBuboI/AAAAAAAAAH4/KziVnThEy5I/s1600/IMG_1339.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Oy6vqWDOMxA/TnRM2BBuboI/AAAAAAAAAH4/KziVnThEy5I/s320/IMG_1339.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And el finanlmente, an elephant sticker on my table. To remind me of its adorableness!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;KTHXBYE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have to go, Zac's mom invited for pork curry :O&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm just scared of Mr. Allen who will be there too cuz I haven't finish my Macbeth essay -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6098831173487380424-3803755770544480041?l=rowenafoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rowenafoo.blogspot.com/feeds/3803755770544480041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6098831173487380424&amp;postID=3803755770544480041&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098831173487380424/posts/default/3803755770544480041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098831173487380424/posts/default/3803755770544480041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rowenafoo.blogspot.com/2011/09/not-so-patriotic-malaysian.html' title='Not so patriotic Malaysian'/><author><name>RwN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-nQ4lnj8Y1U/TDVEXa0X9kI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4OCVYaJDtlc/S220/P5210563.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pXqrwJN7PEk/TnRJoONmoiI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Q2JMdyVGLTc/s72-c/IMG_1297.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098831173487380424.post-2308371659166882041</id><published>2011-09-14T22:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T21:03:15.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being a Psychology Student</title><content type='html'>You have to learn how to cope with really depressing stories and cases. I remember my first day in Psychology class, the cases presented before me shocked me to the extent where I cannot sleep for 3 nights! (That is when I started sleeping with nightlights -.-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cases were the case of Bruce Reimer and James (something). (Don't want to search this up because don't want to be depressed again.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, the first class Psychology class in year 13, we started with watching "One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest". I have never heard of this film before but apparently it's one of the greatest American films ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6b2rHp5xcvM/TQNiEnmE_EI/AAAAAAAABUg/7GyIhDpI29Y/s1600/one-flew-over-the-cuckoos-nest.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6b2rHp5xcvM/TQNiEnmE_EI/AAAAAAAABUg/7GyIhDpI29Y/s400/one-flew-over-the-cuckoos-nest.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Starrting Jack Nicholson. (I was shocked and sort of amused at how he looks like now lol)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ok, so he looks like this in the movie:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.film.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/03/18288417-18288421-large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.film.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/03/18288417-18288421-large.jpg" width="233" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://thefunambulistdotnet.files.wordpress.com/2010/12/one_flew_over_the_cuckoos_nest4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://thefunambulistdotnet.files.wordpress.com/2010/12/one_flew_over_the_cuckoos_nest4.jpg" width="289" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And here he is now:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/2/26/JackNicholsonMar10.jpg/220px-JackNicholsonMar10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/2/26/JackNicholsonMar10.jpg/220px-JackNicholsonMar10.jpg" width="241" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;LOLOL!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I just found out he's actually The Joker, I didn't know that.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But I understood why they would cast him - his eyebrows.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So anyway, dare I say this is one of the most depressing movies I have ever seen. (Before this it was 7 pounds / The Reader) But these movies are nothing compared to Cuckoo's Nest!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;One of the significant characters in the movie is Nurse Ratched. Seriously, I have never felt so enraged at a character before just by watching a movie! From time to time, I would imagine myself putting spiders on her desks or even severely murder her or something, Randall McMurphy is considered very patient with her as he strangled her only after she caused his best friend to die. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ixeJtN0gZVA/StTVjy-88VI/AAAAAAAAADw/ME0A91SzsPU/s400/NurseRatched.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ixeJtN0gZVA/StTVjy-88VI/AAAAAAAAADw/ME0A91SzsPU/s320/NurseRatched.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRnWyarA5rN0-3Qgyr2kxRW4mvArdL10Zlu_qGnh8ITfrIoNQ-3VRlapPPiiA" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRnWyarA5rN0-3Qgyr2kxRW4mvArdL10Zlu_qGnh8ITfrIoNQ-3VRlapPPiiA" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Can you believe she's actually considered more evil than The Joker and Cruella DeVil?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And even the shark in Jaws -.-&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It's all &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/AFI%27s_100_Years..._100_Heroes_and_Villains"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;After watching this movie, everyone (or maybe it's just me) walked out the classroom solemnly&amp;nbsp;quiet with a slow pace... It was just that depressing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So I thought that would be it. But no, the 2nd Psychology class started out with a discussion on abnormality. And Ms. Prior discussed about cannibalism fetish. It not even the fetish like the desire to eat people but the desire to have people eat you!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So being the dedicated, committed Psychology student that I always have been *coughcough I decided to search it up and the number of stories I read was just downright disturbing!! I guess it's back to night lamps again.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Ms Prior was joking in class that cannibals probably chop off a body part season it with salt and pepper and eat it... and apparently they do! They season body parts with salt, pepper and garlic EWWWWW WHY AM I SEARCHING THIS AND WHY AM I TELLING YOU THIS EW EW EW&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway, so I read the story about this guy who is looking for someone who is willing to kill him and eat him later. He found someone and requested him to chop off his penis because that has been his fetish for many years (??!??!?!?!?!?!!) and then there's another case of a woman who has a fetish of being tortured,&amp;nbsp;strangled and buried in the killer's backyard. (?!?!?!?!?!?!??!?!?@$Q@%W%^%$^**)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So you see, being a Psychology student is not easy, learning about weird cases and the people who do weird things can be very disturbing and depressing... Come to think of it, this whole term is going to be on abnormal psychology! Ahhhhh!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6098831173487380424-2308371659166882041?l=rowenafoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rowenafoo.blogspot.com/feeds/2308371659166882041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6098831173487380424&amp;postID=2308371659166882041&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098831173487380424/posts/default/2308371659166882041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098831173487380424/posts/default/2308371659166882041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rowenafoo.blogspot.com/2011/09/being-psychology-student.html' title='Being a Psychology Student'/><author><name>RwN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-nQ4lnj8Y1U/TDVEXa0X9kI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4OCVYaJDtlc/S220/P5210563.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6b2rHp5xcvM/TQNiEnmE_EI/AAAAAAAABUg/7GyIhDpI29Y/s72-c/one-flew-over-the-cuckoos-nest.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098831173487380424.post-6233363438702526204</id><published>2011-09-07T19:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T19:48:31.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'>From purple to black and white</title><content type='html'>I have left my cozy purple room and back to Penang now. Reached yesterday around 3pm and it was a real hectic, moving things and unpacking things... just like ol' times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was greeted with Douchepal's (as I like to call him) long list of new rules when I stepped in the house, (including earlier curfew times). Well, at least now he has set it straight. *trying to be positive! Went to Straits Quay's Agua last night to have dinner with my family for one last time before school reopens. New 4 housemates and I now have to share room with 1 girl, this house now holds 6 girls. Stream of new things just keep coming... and frankly, I am very excited for everything. These girls are lovely, all local and scholars :O Have to up my game so as not to loose face!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First day of school was quite nice, greeted with smiley faces and warm hugs, oh I love first days after long holidays, it's always so lovely. (I got a kiss from Mr. Whitfeld too! Hahahaha *smitten) I guess the first cool thing was the new playground and sprinkles! Then it's the new smartboard, oh how cool was the new smart board. I wish local schools were like that, where they renew things/ bring in new things every school term/ year.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, this has been a boring post, but I find it quite soothing to reflect on this day. Because I never quite liked first days of school, I mean who does? But this time, it's the peers and the teachers that I can't wait to meet, it's the classes I can't wait to attend... (except Math, but the smartboard was so cool I just have to stay.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yeah, despite the tests/ homework that are already pouring in today, and that stupid headache for not getting adequate sleep.. I guess today was a pretty good day indeed :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6098831173487380424-6233363438702526204?l=rowenafoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rowenafoo.blogspot.com/feeds/6233363438702526204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6098831173487380424&amp;postID=6233363438702526204&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098831173487380424/posts/default/6233363438702526204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098831173487380424/posts/default/6233363438702526204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rowenafoo.blogspot.com/2011/09/from-purple-to-black-and-white.html' title='From purple to black and white'/><author><name>RwN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-nQ4lnj8Y1U/TDVEXa0X9kI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4OCVYaJDtlc/S220/P5210563.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098831173487380424.post-6825787690816036823</id><published>2011-09-05T19:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T20:28:18.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That blogging itch again :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;Harlo everyone! It's been so long (again), I miss blogging so much! What I realized is that when you start to blog, you'll start to notice a lot of interesting things to talk about, even the tiniest most insignificant object can spark a blog post. And suddenly your life just feels more interesting and exciting!&amp;nbsp;(When in reality it's really lame, but it's okay! I'll call it 'blogging goggles'!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="320" src="http://www.wired.com/images/slideshow/2007/06/gallery_steampunk/atomefabrikGoggles.jpg" width="318" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ma blogging goggles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway, I realized I always have that itch to blog, to talk about things whenever I'm in KL for a long period, I think it's true. KL is very vibrant and something exciting is always happening, you can't help being fed with inspirational juice wherever you go!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;img height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HU9AtbToFs/SKkWuH39WkI/AAAAAAAACPg/EB40GJy1pec/s320/Evolusi+KL+Drift+%5B2008%5D+poster.jpg" width="221" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;See what I mean?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But most of the time, I really enjoyed looking back old posts and laugh at myself back then, I guess it's really important to document stuff! But then again, I think when school reopens tomorrow, I'll probably lost it again, when homework starts to pour in and everything... and the culture over there just doesn't make you wana blog :( I don't know why. Plus, boarding house's internet blocks blogspot anyway &amp;gt;:( &amp;nbsp;[But the new blogger interface is so much better, it's easier to blog now]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've saved all previous posts as drafts because they are all too embarrassing -.- They are, however, very interesting to read though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer holidays officially end in 5 hours, I haven't pack at all. I guess I sorta dread leaving KL, it feels so... idk. I just came back from my last shopping trip at OneU, I went there with nothing in mind to buy (except friends' gifts), I think I went there to&amp;nbsp;reminisce the place before I really leave. Sad right? The first thing I miss is the malls and not my family or my room.&lt;br /&gt;But then again, I miss my friends in Penang. So anyway, here's a list of &lt;strike&gt;interesting&lt;/strike&gt; stuff I did over the holidays (as far as I can remember):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Went to Taiwan for CAS and fun :) Met awesome grandma.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/268132_10150246646215687_689620686_7812245_1882916_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/268132_10150246646215687_689620686_7812245_1882916_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D3I5gPyLVWM/TauLnqB5AcI/AAAAAAAABMg/bHRyxE0pZTU/s1600/shisha2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D3I5gPyLVWM/TauLnqB5AcI/AAAAAAAABMg/bHRyxE0pZTU/s1600/shisha2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D3I5gPyLVWM/TauLnqB5AcI/AAAAAAAABMg/bHRyxE0pZTU/s1600/shisha2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D3I5gPyLVWM/TauLnqB5AcI/AAAAAAAABMg/bHRyxE0pZTU/s1600/shisha2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D3I5gPyLVWM/TauLnqB5AcI/AAAAAAAABMg/bHRyxE0pZTU/s1600/shisha2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;li&gt;Redid my little cork board with awesome looking schedule which I never followed for the past 2 months of summer holidays.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_D3gWuSToyk/TmSrK8jORbI/AAAAAAAAAFg/lj_Iqv7icsY/s1600/DSC00234.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_D3gWuSToyk/TmSrK8jORbI/AAAAAAAAAFg/lj_Iqv7icsY/s400/DSC00234.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;For some reason, fell in love with floral and lace over the summer. Grrrr, so girly!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Attended a US application seminar with Zac :D Met up with two great friends at Mid Valley at the same time... Saw Zac went on Malaysia's longest slide but didn't dare to do it myself.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fell for Eugene's stupid decoy of 'visiting his office'. Tried shisha for the first time, did not like it at all.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Um, let's see... Studies. MATH mainly -.- Finished EE and Business IA. Did not finish Spanish homework though, lazy bum!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Met up with Jiunn for the longest talk ever, but forgot to take pictures.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Met up with Sue Lynn who came to KL for a couple of days. Watched Captain America. Sue Lynn kept telling me it's very sad, ok la very sad indeed&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/251532_10150269076950687_689620686_8049937_5970768_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/251532_10150269076950687_689620686_8049937_5970768_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/198810_10150269076820687_689620686_8049935_4373175_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/198810_10150269076820687_689620686_8049935_4373175_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Bought a bag of cutest stuff from this store.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Also shamelessly spent a lot with the 'help' from Sue Lynn, GEE THANKS A LOT &lt;i&gt;FRIEND&lt;/i&gt;!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Told her that that nail polish will be my LAST purchase and within 5 minutes I bought two more stuff...and a top. Very nice top though because I have given up on saving money for food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Made an awesome card for Jess before she leaves with attached picture of a hunk just in case she gets lonely. Also cried at the video she made. Started to open up previous videos made by her and Pris and start crying again. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bought a cute scheduler.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oqSga52mEd4/TmStukHQ3DI/AAAAAAAAAFo/vJD-zikZpao/DSC00266.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oqSga52mEd4/TmStukHQ3DI/AAAAAAAAAFo/vJD-zikZpao/DSC00266.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;Cannot resist!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;Made bookmark out of earrings *proud&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;Met up with Priscilla before she leaves when I'm in Penang :( WHY IS EVERYONE LEAVING ME I'M VERY REPULSIVE MEH&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;a href="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/311236_10150276255490687_689620686_8121409_7526865_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/311236_10150276255490687_689620686_8121409_7526865_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;Went bowling with her. Oh how I'm going to miss smacking her butt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;A housemate like no other!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;Also went for that toilet concept restaurant. Pretty meh. But it was fun with Pris :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/314686_10150276256635687_689620686_8121432_538453_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/314686_10150276256635687_689620686_8121432_538453_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tan song&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;went clubbing with Peggie.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/303662_10150282223445687_689620686_8180080_3075421_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/303662_10150282223445687_689620686_8180080_3075421_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;Long time no see can finally meet up!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;But it was a boring night :( Music was only good until 1am, after that it's all techno &amp;gt;:(&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;Lots of people puked, I stepped on puddle of puke, danced with a drunk guy... NOT. PRETTY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;The day after Peggie stayed over, went out with Jiunn to Opera Club, Sunway for Battle of the Bands '11 - Passport to Fame.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/300422_10150282224695687_689620686_8180110_848397_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/300422_10150282224695687_689620686_8180110_848397_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;They have nice mirrors.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-akc92yq1jRE/TmSyDcLQHKI/AAAAAAAAAFw/cm-g9P4emrk/s1600/IMG_0833.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-akc92yq1jRE/TmSyDcLQHKI/AAAAAAAAAFw/cm-g9P4emrk/s320/IMG_0833.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L9W9HvBCIRA/TmSyEQoIAnI/AAAAAAAAAF0/mhHqj8Ti414/s1600/IMG_0837.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L9W9HvBCIRA/TmSyEQoIAnI/AAAAAAAAAF0/mhHqj8Ti414/s320/IMG_0837.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;Best friends since Form 1 :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;Jiunn stayed over, went home on Saturday. Sunday, met up with the twins whom I've never seen since I was 7 years old!! We were like best friends last time, we went on stage for performances and competitions and whatnot. We performed to the song 'I'm a Barbie Girl' when we were 6! Hahaha!! /lame &amp;nbsp;But come to think about the song again, it's kinda dirty how can 6 year old girls dance to that?!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/307676_10150283038185687_689620686_8189153_7553735_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/307676_10150283038185687_689620686_8189153_7553735_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;The twins!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;Jealous they became so pretty while I..... nevermind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/223674_10150283038390687_689620686_8189156_1937758_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/223674_10150283038390687_689620686_8189156_1937758_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;One U was so pretty!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;*Back to previous point how KL is so amazing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;After lunch with the twins, met up with Eugene for dinner. Watched Horrible Bosses. Only scene enjoyed is naked Jennifer Aniston in doctor's outfit. HATED IT because they censored SO FUCKING MUCH!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/308519_10150283039050687_689620686_8189170_4396349_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/308519_10150283039050687_689620686_8189170_4396349_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;Primary friend, people usually mistaken us as siblings because we share the same surname and we can't spell colour with a 'u'...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know what he was talking about here. Probably convincing me to do something bad.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;Ate at that Gump shrimp place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;The next day, stayed at home all day. Then the next day puked my guts out. Got sick for some reason, probably too much going out and not exercising -.-&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DjTIiO0dwvQ/TmSrMnRUKrI/AAAAAAAAAFk/VfvscihF18U/s1600/DSC00261.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DjTIiO0dwvQ/TmSrMnRUKrI/AAAAAAAAAFk/VfvscihF18U/s320/DSC00261.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;And here, supposedly to be my last shopping trip turns out to be 2nd last. Bought so much cutesy stuff OMG what has happened to me!?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cesZS3YL73w/TmTAK0xPC4I/AAAAAAAAAGE/oa5zKuHx_fE/s1600/DSC00267.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cesZS3YL73w/TmTAK0xPC4I/AAAAAAAAAGE/oa5zKuHx_fE/s320/DSC00267.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bought more crafty stuff!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;Went for last shopping trip, only spent RM150 *proud. Did not splurge. Except on that little girly sticker... it was Rm2 more expensive than my lunch!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have not packed and school starts tomorrow. Nervous because Spanish homework is not done.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wants to blog more this is so fun!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&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/6098831173487380424-6825787690816036823?l=rowenafoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rowenafoo.blogspot.com/feeds/6825787690816036823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6098831173487380424&amp;postID=6825787690816036823&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098831173487380424/posts/default/6825787690816036823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098831173487380424/posts/default/6825787690816036823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rowenafoo.blogspot.com/2011/09/that-blogging-itch-again.html' title='That blogging itch again :('/><author><name>RwN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-nQ4lnj8Y1U/TDVEXa0X9kI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4OCVYaJDtlc/S220/P5210563.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HU9AtbToFs/SKkWuH39WkI/AAAAAAAACPg/EB40GJy1pec/s72-c/Evolusi+KL+Drift+%5B2008%5D+poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098831173487380424.post-4817234133681111684</id><published>2011-02-13T08:36:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T09:20:31.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This relationship sucks.</title><content type='html'>My fucking relationship with IB sucks! &lt;div&gt;He is one hell of a dominant partner, he will take over your life, slowly eating you up little by little.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 194px; height: 207px;" src="http://healthyhorizons4u.org/wp-content/uploads/2010/03/man_fatigue.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am typing this will dark circles, &lt;i&gt;rambut yang kusut masai&lt;/i&gt;, preoccupied mind and heartache - for abandoning my blog for like.... SIX MONTHS?!?!?! WTF? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I used to love blogging, would blog all the time about lame stuff, would take lame pictures of myself and put it up on blog, would photoshop lame things and put on blog (like the purple coffin, lol!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway! I really wanted to start blogging again but I kept putting it on hold, partly because of homework and partly because I think I have lost that... blogging passion :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here I am, trying to blog again, sorry if it's not as interesting as before. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ALOHA me dusty blog!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* To Uplanders who are new to my blog, please excuse my previous blog posts heh heh... some are like really really lame... so yeah, don't bother clicking "Older Post" please! I don't wana destroy that cool image I have in your mind. &lt;img src="http://i306.photobucket.com/albums/nn252/cebong_ipit/ALL%20EMOTICON/yoyo/yoyo-emoticon-1-060.gif" /&gt; (Wahahahaha you guys &lt;i&gt;do&lt;/i&gt; think I'm cool right? Right??  *crickets*)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here are bits of everything that happened in Uplands thus far... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i254.photobucket.com/albums/hh106/rwn27/IMG_1316.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i254.photobucket.com/albums/hh106/rwn27/IMG_1339.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i254.photobucket.com/albums/hh106/rwn27/IMG_1797.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i254.photobucket.com/albums/hh106/rwn27/IMG_1849.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i254.photobucket.com/albums/hh106/rwn27/DSC_4389.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i254.photobucket.com/albums/hh106/rwn27/IMG_1113.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i254.photobucket.com/albums/hh106/rwn27/IMG_1146.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i254.photobucket.com/albums/hh106/rwn27/IMG_1214.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i254.photobucket.com/albums/hh106/rwn27/IMG_1209.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i254.photobucket.com/albums/hh106/rwn27/IMG_1386.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i254.photobucket.com/albums/hh106/rwn27/IMG_1517.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i254.photobucket.com/albums/hh106/rwn27/IMG_1518.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i254.photobucket.com/albums/hh106/rwn27/IMG_1509.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i254.photobucket.com/albums/hh106/rwn27/IMG_1894.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i254.photobucket.com/albums/hh106/rwn27/IMG_1901.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i254.photobucket.com/albums/hh106/rwn27/IMG_1933.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i254.photobucket.com/albums/hh106/rwn27/IMG_2474.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i254.photobucket.com/albums/hh106/rwn27/IMG_2487.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i254.photobucket.com/albums/hh106/rwn27/65926.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i254.photobucket.com/albums/hh106/rwn27/IMG_1246.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i254.photobucket.com/albums/hh106/rwn27/IMG_1271.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i254.photobucket.com/albums/hh106/rwn27/IMG_1277.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i254.photobucket.com/albums/hh106/rwn27/IMG_1306.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i254.photobucket.com/albums/hh106/rwn27/IMG_1326.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Is it Chap Goh Mei yet?? I'm not quite sure since I don't have my parents here to remind me&lt;br /&gt;"喂! 正月初五了，去婆婆家吃饭，还在跟墙壁说话做么?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year's  CNY is really bitter, it's only four days long, I don't even have the time to visit my relatives in Johor! :(  [Johor relatives = great grandma has 8 children = lots of them = ka-ching! ka-ching! $$ omg, do my relatives read my blog??]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still wishing you guys Happy Chinese New Year! &lt;img src="http://i306.photobucket.com/albums/nn252/cebong_ipit/ALL%20EMOTICON/yoyo/yoyo-emoticon-1-070.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6098831173487380424-4817234133681111684?l=rowenafoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rowenafoo.blogspot.com/feeds/4817234133681111684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6098831173487380424&amp;postID=4817234133681111684&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098831173487380424/posts/default/4817234133681111684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098831173487380424/posts/default/4817234133681111684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rowenafoo.blogspot.com/2011/02/this-relationship-sucks.html' title='This relationship sucks.'/><author><name>RwN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-nQ4lnj8Y1U/TDVEXa0X9kI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4OCVYaJDtlc/S220/P5210563.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098831173487380424.post-860797982397668130</id><published>2010-08-15T11:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T11:23:03.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Village Bazaar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;10th July&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;WARNING:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; This post contains mature contents, viewers' discretion is advised yadah yadah yadah. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;NSFW - Not Safe For Well, anything.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This seemingly innocent beginning of this post is actually a... countdown in disguise. I'm giving you time to leave this page as you scroll down if you can't take explicit contents. Well, the adj 'explicit' only applies to those under 13 of age. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The day started out great, perfect weather for such event - A village bazaar. Something you don't get to see everyday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i254.photobucket.com/albums/hh106/rwn27/IMG_0338.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i254.photobucket.com/albums/hh106/rwn27/IMG_0340.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i254.photobucket.com/albums/hh106/rwn27/IMG_0342.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i254.photobucket.com/albums/hh106/rwn27/IMG_0345.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;These handmade jeweleries are kinda attractive, the design is really mediocre though. But the price is ridiculous! Moreover the booth owner claimed that the tiaras (see pic) are made by her daughters...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i254.photobucket.com/albums/hh106/rwn27/IMG_0344.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here, her daughters. I mean yeah, they're creative but I don't think I am willing to pay for such creations that I don't really need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sound kinda mean because I don't really like this booth owner -.- She's too talkative and talks shit I don't really wana know... makes me wana leave than staying and look around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i254.photobucket.com/albums/hh106/rwn27/IMG_0346.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have no idea why they have clothes like these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i254.photobucket.com/albums/hh106/rwn27/IMG_0351.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is it me or does this toy look creepy?&lt;br /&gt;Toy manufacturers should take note, this is how nightmares came to be!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i254.photobucket.com/albums/hh106/rwn27/IMG_0353.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tarot card reading! Lol, she's totally dressed like an Asian gypsy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i254.photobucket.com/albums/hh106/rwn27/IMG_0360.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The pet I've always wanted, I won't stop talking about iguanas last year but alas, mom's afraid of reptiles. And not to mention, &lt;i&gt;someone&lt;/i&gt; is afraid of 'em too, even frogs. (yes, I'm talking about you, JB :D )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i254.photobucket.com/albums/hh106/rwn27/IMG_0366.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i254.photobucket.com/albums/hh106/rwn27/IMG_0361.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i254.photobucket.com/albums/hh106/rwn27/IMG_0362.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Future Picaso at work, do not disturb or feel her wrath.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i254.photobucket.com/albums/hh106/rwn27/IMG_0367.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MUFFINS AND COOKIES!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i254.photobucket.com/albums/hh106/rwn27/IMG_0368.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cute elephant!!&lt;br /&gt;(I took lots of pics here without realizing some of the cupcakes are products of erotic bakery! Can you spot it? lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i254.photobucket.com/albums/hh106/rwn27/IMG_0370.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thar she blows...&lt;br /&gt;(I don't think that's relevant, it was just on top of my head, but whatever)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i254.photobucket.com/albums/hh106/rwn27/IMG_0372.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i254.photobucket.com/albums/hh106/rwn27/IMG_0373.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i254.photobucket.com/albums/hh106/rwn27/IMG_0374.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Back to cute and innocent cupcakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i254.photobucket.com/albums/hh106/rwn27/IMG_0381.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quite expensive! It costs RM12.50 each!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i254.photobucket.com/albums/hh106/rwn27/IMG_0384.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah I bought this one, how could I resist? HHAHAHAHAA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with JB and Dhi Zen for lunch and I brought that little gift along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dhi Zen, known as the world-class &lt;i&gt;yam lou&lt;/i&gt;, jump at it with excitement while JB blushed claiming he had never seen him in his life, hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i254.photobucket.com/albums/hh106/rwn27/IMG_0389.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*cue dramatic music*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i254.photobucket.com/albums/hh106/rwn27/IMG_0390.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*cue popular sound effect from Jaws*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i254.photobucket.com/albums/hh106/rwn27/IMG_0391.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*cue... um, erotic 70s porn background music?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i254.photobucket.com/albums/hh106/rwn27/IMG_0394.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Oiiii call me for what?? I'm very busy now ... Yes la, I'll call you back.... I'm busy with homework la, ask so much.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i254.photobucket.com/albums/hh106/rwn27/IMG_0396.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Being used to such scenes, JB carried on minding his own business ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i254.photobucket.com/albums/hh106/rwn27/IMG_0397.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dhi Zen: Y'know if this was life-sized, it would be a good G cup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i254.photobucket.com/albums/hh106/rwn27/IMG_0399.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i254.photobucket.com/albums/hh106/rwn27/IMG_0402.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i254.photobucket.com/albums/hh106/rwn27/IMG_0404.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Om nom nom nom...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i254.photobucket.com/albums/hh106/rwn27/IMG_0401.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yet another satisfied customer! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/6098831173487380424-860797982397668130?l=rowenafoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rowenafoo.blogspot.com/feeds/860797982397668130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6098831173487380424&amp;postID=860797982397668130&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098831173487380424/posts/default/860797982397668130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098831173487380424/posts/default/860797982397668130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rowenafoo.blogspot.com/2010/08/village-bazaar.html' title='Village Bazaar'/><author><name>RwN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-nQ4lnj8Y1U/TDVEXa0X9kI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4OCVYaJDtlc/S220/P5210563.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098831173487380424.post-3032606758366917604</id><published>2010-08-10T10:52:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T08:56:25.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Malaysian Toyota Cars Review</title><content type='html'>This post would probably be a dude magnet. I mean, it's undeniable that dudes LOVE cars!&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 245px; height: 326px;" src="http://i254.photobucket.com/albums/hh106/rwn27/P5260559.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Dad is a car lover, he has this little toy car on top of his CPU, he claimed it to be his dream car and he would work hard to get what he has always wanted. Bro used to make his own toy cars out of Lassi, he temporarily works as a mechanic now because he wants to be near cars. And not to mention, JB. That dude would probably have sex with cars if he had the chance, sometimes, he would &lt;s&gt;torture&lt;/s&gt; bore me with conversations about cars and I felt part of me &lt;i&gt;died&lt;/i&gt; on the spot.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i254.photobucket.com/albums/hh106/rwn27/4-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But after some time, JB sort of converted me, I wouldn't mind listening to shit about cars! I guess once you learned to drive, there's something about cars that you just wana know more. Besides, dudes dig chicks who are into cars. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now, here's a perfect website to learn more about cars, particularly &lt;a href="http://www.squidoo.com/toyotacars"&gt;Toyota Cars&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i254.photobucket.com/albums/hh106/rwn27/1-6.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i254.photobucket.com/albums/hh106/rwn27/2-6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;People love Toyota cars as much as they love sushi, fact. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i254.photobucket.com/albums/hh106/rwn27/5-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The most I like about this site is the bar at the bottom page for easy navigation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i254.photobucket.com/albums/hh106/rwn27/3-3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;You can 'share page', be a fan of the site etc and of course, the usual 'like' &lt;img src="http://i254.photobucket.com/albums/hh106/rwn27/6-1.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i254.photobucket.com/albums/hh106/rwn27/7-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The site also features a list of Top Toyota Cars. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My favorite would be the Toyota Harrier. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:-LEv3FKhhJwAUM::&amp;amp;t=1&amp;amp;usg=__v8SHZLk_qD1asjN5-h9NCKO7Hbc=" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cuz that's the coolest car JB ever fetched me in ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So, for dudes who are big fans of Toyota and for girls who want to get themselves prepared before a guy engage them in such boring conversation about cars, click the link and head on the site! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6098831173487380424-3032606758366917604?l=rowenafoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rowenafoo.blogspot.com/feeds/3032606758366917604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6098831173487380424&amp;postID=3032606758366917604&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098831173487380424/posts/default/3032606758366917604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098831173487380424/posts/default/3032606758366917604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rowenafoo.blogspot.com/2010/08/malaysian-toyota-cars-review.html' title='Malaysian Toyota Cars Review'/><author><name>RwN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-nQ4lnj8Y1U/TDVEXa0X9kI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4OCVYaJDtlc/S220/P5210563.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098831173487380424.post-6543203163151379894</id><published>2010-07-12T11:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T22:21:10.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who needs a real pet anyway?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs062.snc4/34451_411499100686_689620686_4816040_3557160_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Everyone knows their destinies. Some knew they were destined to be with a certain someone. Some knew they were destined to be a ninja when they first laid hands on a katana. Some decided their destiny was to become a chef when they... I don't know, bone a duck perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;While I, since childhood, knew I was destined to... not own a pet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you are about to read is based on true stories albeit coming from a girl who often lies. But you are not allowed to laugh, cuz my beloved pets are in pets heaven and animals in pets heaven don't like being laughed at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had numerous pets when I was a kid. I'm going to bore you with my pet stories like how grandmas bore others once she fished out her wallet full of pictures of her grandchildren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok :D Here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started out like any other amateur pet owner, that is owning a fish. I had quite a number of fish before. But most of them didn't make it past a couple of months... the most successful ones would be the 'peacock fish'. I got them lay eggs! But.... the eggs got washed away when I changed the tank water -.- And not long after that, the 'peacock' fishes died. Too depressed over lost babies I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there were tortoises. They got away when bro and I left them in the garden while playing then went in for dinner without putting 'em back into the tank -_-  (Omg, I hope my tortoises don't turn out like Lot's-O, the purple bear!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I had one of those long necked turtles. And you know how they died?&lt;br /&gt;Stone crushed on one of the turtle's neck -__- I'm telling you the truth! I had stones stacked up in the aquarium, for them to climb up and imitate Little Mermaid singing to the shore with water splashing in the background.&lt;br /&gt;Then the other died not long after. Probably couldn't bear the sight of his friend getting crushed on the neck. Either died from depression/ loneliness or shock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then.... there's ducks. Yes, ducks. I'm not even kidding.&lt;br /&gt;Mom bought the cutest baby ducks ever! Well, until they grew up. They are the easiest to take care of, they don't need much attention or any needs, just water and food. They grow up really fast too.&lt;br /&gt;They're kinda loud though. I think our neighbor would have sue us if we were in America.&lt;br /&gt;And you know what happened?&lt;br /&gt;Whole family went for vacation, asked grandparents to come by often to take care of the ducks. When we're back from vacation, the ducks WERE ON THE FRIGGIN' DINNER TABLE!!!! -___- My grandpa even argued that if we don't eat 'em any sooner, their meat won't be as tasty. Wtffffffff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOVING ON! I don't wana go back there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rabbits. Grew up really fast too. Their poo are like little raisins. And they eat their own poo. I was freaked out at first, until I learned it was completely normal in form 4 bio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They died in the most brutal way! The scariest scene in my whole freakin' life!&lt;br /&gt;Woke up one morning, the cage I had 'em in was overturned. And found them behind the flower pot with their necks slashed - cats. Stray cats.&lt;br /&gt;They killed my bunnies! Argghhh! T___T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in between these real furry/ scaly/ feathery animals, dad got me a virtual pet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i254.photobucket.com/albums/hh106/rwn27/IMG_0406.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poo-chi dog.&lt;br /&gt;These were once famous but now that I've thought about it, the name sounds ludicrous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Now, virtual pet. No blood, no heartbeat, no needs, no sleep. Foolproof right? WRONG!&lt;br /&gt;Cousin bro came over one day, I knew he wrecks everything he can find so I had it hid underneath the staircase. Bro betrayed me when I was asleep and told cousin bro where I hid it. I woke up by the barking noises of my poo chi dog. He won't stop playing with it.&lt;br /&gt;I was damn pissed! But mom told me to let him play or else I'm gonna get whipped or something.&lt;br /&gt;And. He. Totally. Wrecked. It.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poo-Chi dog unplayable since then. And I hated that twerp more than ever!!!  Well, not anymore since that was like more than a decade ago?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great, just great. I can't even handle a battery-operated pet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, in Dec 2008, my prayers have been answered! Well, I asked for a car, but they gave me this, but... no complains right? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I resorted to non-physical virtual pet.&lt;br /&gt;No blood, no heartbeat, no needs, no sleep. AND no death! Or batteries. The worse was just a few flies around her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I've talked about Muffin for so many times on my blog and Twitter, but the main gist of this post is that I've finally realized why I love this game so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simply because. It. Won't. Die!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs020.ash2/34351_411499055686_689620686_4816039_4391654_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You're probably wondering why there are heart-shaped bubbles floating around her.&lt;br /&gt;That's because she's got a lovely owner!&lt;br /&gt;(Oh and because I bought a 'love potion' for her)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm gonna take care of Muffin as much as I can before I leave for school again. I'm also going to buy a lot of nice things for her so she can nestle comfortably in her virtual world when I'm not there, at least I know she's sleeping well. (Words from a psychotic owner who has lost numerous pets in the past.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i254.photobucket.com/albums/hh106/rwn27/misc/Untitled-2.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As you can see, on the red bar, she needs a little food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs133.snc4/36980_411500800686_689620686_4816065_2441266_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And my kitchen's FULL of food, but I won't let her eat it (I only feed her fruits from the yard) cuz they are too pretty to be consumed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is why my previous pets never survived....&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/6098831173487380424-6543203163151379894?l=rowenafoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rowenafoo.blogspot.com/feeds/6543203163151379894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6098831173487380424&amp;postID=6543203163151379894&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098831173487380424/posts/default/6543203163151379894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098831173487380424/posts/default/6543203163151379894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rowenafoo.blogspot.com/2010/07/who-needs-real-pet-anyway.html' title='Who needs a real pet anyway?'/><author><name>RwN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-nQ4lnj8Y1U/TDVEXa0X9kI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4OCVYaJDtlc/S220/P5210563.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i254.photobucket.com/albums/hh106/rwn27/misc/th_Untitled-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098831173487380424.post-6508871240056254244</id><published>2010-03-29T09:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T22:21:37.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When I die....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I was telling my friends about what I want when I die &lt;i&gt;months&lt;/i&gt; ago and intended to blog this also &lt;i&gt;months&lt;/i&gt; ago but never got around doing it cuz this post requires massive amount of photoshopping skills, time, patience, energy and meticulous planning! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello, being dead is serious business, cannot &lt;i&gt;sui bian&lt;/i&gt;! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so, this post will be sort of like a will! :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, listen carefully!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;--This post is kinda inspired by the book&lt;/i&gt; Ways to Live Forever &lt;i&gt;by Sally Nicholls.--&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;To me, funerals shouldn't be sad/ depressing or as an event for "paying your last respect". Bullcrap to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funerals should be fun, happy! An event of celebration to show that you had fun with the deceased when s/he is still alive and that you are okay to let her/him go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is about letting go and moving forward, fear not of death but embrace it instead! Making funerals all serious, uptight and depressing is just gonna make things worse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing people happy on my death bed makes me happy, happy to leave, I believe :D&lt;br /&gt;For me, if I see people cry when I'm about to go/ already gone, I'll go like, "Wtf did I do?!?!" and that's just a sad way to die...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, if you had fun with me when I'm alive, you can remember the happy times we had together and have fun with me for one last time at my happy and fun funeral. (I mean, better than crying for nothing right?...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND!! If you hated me when I'm alive, you get to have fun too! By celebrating my absence in this world forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? It's a win-win situation for all. Yayyy! Rowena is a considerate girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, funerals should be a fun and happy event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;__________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Coffin&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Without a doubt, I want a purple coffin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i254.photobucket.com/albums/hh106/rwn27/img1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Wtf, Google search got pink coffins but no purple ones!! Above pic is photoshopped by me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no wait, just found one in metallic purple!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 483px; height: 723px;" src="http://stacysbigpicture.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/2007/03/19/funeral.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm, not bad. Not bad at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;The picture&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe there's a name for it? Y'know, pictures in those floral frames placed in front of the casket/ in front of the vehicle which carries the coffin??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neh, something like these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.funeralprogram-site.com/images/template045.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.funeralprogram-site.com/images/template012.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;These are not bad, but most pictures of the deceased at funerals looks so sad! And at my funeral, I don't want the atmosphere to be sad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I specially photoshopped some pictures that I want in front of my casket/ the hearse!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Template #1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i254.photobucket.com/albums/hh106/rwn27/template1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha! No serious uptight faces!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Template #2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i254.photobucket.com/albums/hh106/rwn27/template2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more hideous the better :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Template #3:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i254.photobucket.com/albums/hh106/rwn27/template3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, this pic was taken looooong time ago!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Template #4:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i254.photobucket.com/albums/hh106/rwn27/template4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA!!! No one says you must put a pic taken in the recent years! Or did they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;The obituary&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A normal obituary would be like something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 392px; height: 738px;" src="http://www.bayarearadio.org/people/don-chamberlain_obituary_1992.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Lol, random pic found on Google image. Wtf, radio sex talk host?!?!?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i254.photobucket.com/albums/hh106/rwn27/img2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Typical kind of obituary you see in the papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black &amp;amp; white, sad and boring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So this is how I want my obituary to look like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i254.photobucket.com/albums/hh106/rwn27/obituary.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, must be in COLOR!&lt;br /&gt;Cheerful colors please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;The funeral&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please take note, very important!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- No one and I mean, absolutely NO ONE is allowed to wear only black and white! Wtf, very depressing ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- You are only allowed to wear the following colors:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Purple&lt;/span&gt;, of course. In&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; whatever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; shade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;purple&lt;/span&gt; you like.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;RED&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yellow&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Orange&lt;/span&gt; is fine too. Or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;salmon&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bright &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;- The funeral should be simple and everything is decorated in purple, hahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- No chanting monks PLEASE!! To what, "bring my soul home". Please la, I don't believe that shit, hence even if my soul is not where my body is, my soul won't answer to some chanting bald guy ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- No chanting cassettes/ tapes near my casket please T__T  I cannot rest in peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Instead, I want fun and happy songs to be played at my funeral. And people can dance along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Example of fun, happy songs: GLEE SOUNDTRACKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Songs with uplifting beats like: Sexy Bitch, Rude Boy, Telephone, Just Dance and Revolver.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;- I don't want any stupid praying altar and people come up and pray and stick joysticks and shit. Just come here, eat, dance, laugh then bye Rowena for good. Hahahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- And I don't want my parents burning paper money/ houses for me, wtf. I'm gonna be in Heaven, I'd rather live on clouds than in a paper house.&lt;br /&gt;Or, if I ended up in Hell, I'd rather.... paper house will be burnt down in the flames already la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- No burning paper cars too. I suck at driving. I might ended up running into some angels/ demons when I'm gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Bonus points* will be given to those who come to my funeral with witty words on shirt. For example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 393px; height: 519px;" src="http://6-ft-under.com/images/alotofshirts%20002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah, coincidence can find some good picture like this!&lt;br /&gt;But not in black and white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Or this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i254.photobucket.com/albums/hh106/rwn27/img3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;* bonus points as in I will get your favorite dead celebrities' autographs when I see them in Heaven (or Hell?). Satisfaction not guaranteed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who defy said rules at my funeral will be haunted by me for the rest of your sorry lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;The hearse&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, not a very hard request. Just a purple car will do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i254.photobucket.com/albums/hh106/rwn27/img4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i254.photobucket.com/albums/hh106/rwn27/img5copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha!!! Photoshopped by me! Purple hearse with white wheels!&lt;br /&gt;See even the casket got crowns engraved on it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;The eulogy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ms. Tam gave us a homework last year and it's about writing an eulogy for yourself, as in, how you want your friend to say at your funeral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is what I wrote a year ago:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my dearest friend of 67 years, the time has finally come for us to part ways. It seems like it was only yesterday that you prosecuted me in high school for wearing ankle high socks. Come to think of it, I always think you looked weird in tie. First of all, the gang and I would like to apologize because we couldn't fulfill your lifelong dream of having a purple casket but we will make it up to you by burning purple paper clothes for you every month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, knowing Rowena has been my greatest pleasure. She was daring, brave and courageous. At this point, please ignore the fact that she was actually afraid of cockroaches. At the same time, she was playful, funny and cheerful. Well, most of the time. She never failed to turn our frowns upside down. Besides that, she was also short and plum. I said that because I'm out of adjectives that are suitable for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, she has been a great person because I've seen her donate money to the poor and rescue a couple of whales. I hope you'll end up in Heaven. May your soul rest in peace. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What, I was damn wu liao back then -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I want my friends to give witty eulogies! Pleaaaseeeee......? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm, how come we don't have this tradition of delivering eulogies at funerals one? I don't care, I'm going to break all the funeral traditions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Last requests...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, these are serious requests. Even more important than having a purple colored hearse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've told my parents about this when I was about to turn 18...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt; I wana donate my organs when I die!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Seriously I don't get why some people would rather keep organs intact when they leave -.- Some believe they should leave as how they come... Which is a hyper super duper dumb crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you believed that, then does that mean you should be naked when you're placed in the coffin? And have your hair all shaved? Stupid dumb shit people with weird philosophies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt; Please don't come visit me on Qing Ming or whatever with fruits and cakes la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen a lot of hassle when families visit their ancestors' graves recently. And I don't want to see people go through all those shit just to see a lump of dirt and a tombstone.&lt;br /&gt;(Not that I mind visiting my great grandparents' graves! Don't get me wrong.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt; I wana be buried!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz cremation causes air pollution and plus, I don't wana be stuck in a jar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;br /&gt;[End of my "will", last edited on 29th March 2010]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/6098831173487380424-6508871240056254244?l=rowenafoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rowenafoo.blogspot.com/feeds/6508871240056254244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6098831173487380424&amp;postID=6508871240056254244&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098831173487380424/posts/default/6508871240056254244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098831173487380424/posts/default/6508871240056254244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rowenafoo.blogspot.com/2010/02/when-i-die.html' title='When I die....'/><author><name>RwN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8tX8YLwWEs/SobbNi3obhI/AAAAAAAACbo/g178xtvgXkI/S220/DSC01356.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
