<?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-2421818807698886495</id><updated>2012-02-16T20:55:41.548+08:00</updated><category term='pictures'/><category term='funny'/><category term='news'/><category term='movies'/><category term='Glee'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='Harry Potter'/><category term='Alexander McQueen'/><category term='SPM'/><category term='updates'/><category term='Excalibur'/><category term='Daiso Japan'/><category term='dreaming'/><category term='birthdays'/><category term='celebrities'/><category term='family'/><category term='internet'/><category term='Gasoline Cafe'/><category term='college life'/><category term='Cupcakes Chic'/><category term='friends'/><category term='reviews'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='photography'/><category term='occasions'/><category term='Hankyuk Ramyun'/><category term='random'/><category term='Kitschen'/><category term='videos'/><category term='Tumblr'/><category term='music'/><category term='Cenote Angelita'/><category term='fashion'/><category term='television'/><category term='Chinese New Year'/><category term='life'/><category term='RMMU'/><category term='A Very Potter Sequel'/><category term='Mid-Autumn Festival'/><category term='Pottermore'/><category term='Hipster Hitler'/><category term='food'/><category term='holidays'/><category term='Japan'/><category term='surveys'/><category term='haters gon&apos; hate'/><category term='Fly FM'/><category term='GroupsMore'/><category term='fun'/><category term='university'/><title type='text'>Remain Nameless</title><subtitle type='html'>My dad always told me to not open doors to strangers.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04612318311092900802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qYFKgg-qeIk/TolcIXN0oyI/AAAAAAAABVk/V9s64Nk8HPI/s220/IMG_9244edit.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>122</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2421818807698886495.post-3086358117000943215</id><published>2012-01-05T05:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T05:44:37.496+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>I CHOSE to not sleep.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Perigi, perigi, perigi... this blog looks a little different now, no? Just decided to do a quick makeover since i got bored of the old one, and i am, for once, trying to make this blog's interface more user friendly. Visitors now may leave comments, yay! Will be updating this baby soon. Perhaps i don't really want to delete it, after all... It's just that i get sick of things easily, and the things i say now will probably seem stupid to me in 4 months' time. What does that say about me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2421818807698886495-3086358117000943215?l=kelliekan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/feeds/3086358117000943215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-chose-to-not-sleep.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/3086358117000943215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/3086358117000943215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-chose-to-not-sleep.html' title='I CHOSE to not sleep.'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04612318311092900802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qYFKgg-qeIk/TolcIXN0oyI/AAAAAAAABVk/V9s64Nk8HPI/s220/IMG_9244edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2421818807698886495.post-1278309032888945323</id><published>2011-12-27T22:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T22:38:45.559+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RMMU'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>A Holy Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Wow, i'm so late here. This gon' be a blog post of short stories because there has been so much happening in my life and no, i am NOT going to talk about my New Year's resolutions. Don't even know how long my desk can stay clean after tidying things up two days ago...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;First of all - RMMU 13th Carnival Night (21st Dec 2011)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="284" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/MsGBd1vDQ5s" width="500"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The trailer for the event. We haz an awesome technical department.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Happy belated birthday, Radio MMU! The night was a blast, everyone worked hard, played hard and had fun. Creative team for the win, even though some of the letters and DJ Kid himself on the backdrop fell! Honestly, i love our committee members. :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Secondly, *drumrolls* my birthday! (23rd Dec 2011)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/400391_2884192582201_1181720403_3297160_1651142112_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-snc7/400391_2884192582201_1181720403_3297160_1651142112_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Thanks so much to my darlin' sister family for celebrating for me. We went to Puchong's Neway and boy, it makes Red Box look so bad! Free flow drinks are the best. Anyways, since it was so close to Christmas already, we organized Secret Santa among ourselves as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/-D3H2gv9P88Y/TvnPyKx_u4I/AAAAAAAABaA/dlrXpRs5oF4/s1600/Secret+Santa+presents+from+Zhuo+Jun.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D3H2gv9P88Y/TvnPyKx_u4I/AAAAAAAABaA/dlrXpRs5oF4/s320/Secret+Santa+presents+from+Zhuo+Jun.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks, Zhuo Jun! n_n&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And then there was nice cake (sort of a surprise because ya know, they always paused whatever was playing on screen and changed it to a birthday song, then they bring in the cake) AND THEN, the most delightful surprise of all! I was at the front of the room, some of them were surrounding the back. I squeezed past them to get to the sofa and guess what i saw~&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/-rv035cmjko0/TvnQuZBF1II/AAAAAAAABaM/m4Xb1aUNvMo/s1600/Everything+i+love.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rv035cmjko0/TvnQuZBF1II/AAAAAAAABaM/m4Xb1aUNvMo/s320/Everything+i+love.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Box full of Rilakkuma merchandise i shat brix&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Picture taken in my room, includes Polaroid pics of me and also the Secret Santa gifts, but srsly omg.&amp;nbsp;So basically what happened when i saw the box (blue Rilakkuma one) sittin' there, i went,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Oh my, whose is this?! Why do they have it?! Why is it here? IS IT MINE OMG IT'S MINE *open box* OMGGG YOU GUYSSS HELP ME I CAN'T BREATHE LOOK AT ALL THESE THINGS I AM SO HAPPY YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW *start crying* THIS IS ALL I EVER WANTED AND MORE I LOVE YOU GUYS SO MUCH *take pics and still trying to sing Demi Lovato's Skyscraper because it was on*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm so grateful for having thoughtful friends who took the time to pick out the gifts from different stores. Some of the things i've never seen before, don't know how they got it. Just... ♥♥♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Moving along, Christmas Eve dinner at Dajie's (24th Dec 2011)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Family time~ This really is, for us, the first of its kind! We had chicken, pizza and sparkling wine (not the French kind /okay) Let the pictures do the talking...&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/-ek9W6CuBjWE/TvnTso1Gz7I/AAAAAAAABbQ/2mWs2aRD2zM/s1600/IMG_9987edit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ek9W6CuBjWE/TvnTso1Gz7I/AAAAAAAABbQ/2mWs2aRD2zM/s320/IMG_9987edit.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Specially decorated weeks beforehand.&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/-Yatc-guBIt0/TvnTsC1c1hI/AAAAAAAABbE/KYDetEy928w/s1600/IMG_9986edit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yatc-guBIt0/TvnTsC1c1hI/AAAAAAAABbE/KYDetEy928w/s320/IMG_9986edit.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Owner of household&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VpQttoOcqS0/TvnTnFxQTzI/AAAAAAAABaY/EPZ9g9L4yPY/s1600/IMG_0011edit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VpQttoOcqS0/TvnTnFxQTzI/AAAAAAAABaY/EPZ9g9L4yPY/s320/IMG_0011edit.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Hiiii&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/-uCrgoMrb16Q/TvnTnzM4y4I/AAAAAAAABag/IEDyuLxvLw4/s1600/IMG_0012edit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uCrgoMrb16Q/TvnTnzM4y4I/AAAAAAAABag/IEDyuLxvLw4/s320/IMG_0012edit.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Arrival of VIPs (who also happen to be the only guests besides me)&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/-9ieWCg1N8kY/TvnTo1lMhrI/AAAAAAAABak/i_vV8V8ZsEM/s1600/IMG_0032edit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9ieWCg1N8kY/TvnTo1lMhrI/AAAAAAAABak/i_vV8V8ZsEM/s320/IMG_0032edit.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Food of the night (pizza arrived fashionably later)&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/-bxXdzuKkbX0/TvnTpg0gQHI/AAAAAAAABas/xP08JLcB2qg/s1600/IMG_0041edit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bxXdzuKkbX0/TvnTpg0gQHI/AAAAAAAABas/xP08JLcB2qg/s320/IMG_0041edit.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Wait, what's this???&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/-Jco2dAq6Axo/TvnTq3dz4mI/AAAAAAAABbA/IXpA2flBzuk/s1600/IMG_0055edit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jco2dAq6Axo/TvnTq3dz4mI/AAAAAAAABbA/IXpA2flBzuk/s320/IMG_0055edit.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Que????&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1YUYHVbZaUE/TvnTqK64l1I/AAAAAAAABa0/wGUjt606XDE/s1600/IMG_0054edit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1YUYHVbZaUE/TvnTqK64l1I/AAAAAAAABa0/wGUjt606XDE/s320/IMG_0054edit.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;???????????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU KOR, DAJIE AND ERJIE YOU GUYS ARE THE BEST AWW ♥♥♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Conclusion: Best birthday ever. Thanks to all. :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2421818807698886495-1278309032888945323?l=kelliekan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/feeds/1278309032888945323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2011/12/holy-birthday.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/1278309032888945323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/1278309032888945323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2011/12/holy-birthday.html' title='A Holy Birthday'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04612318311092900802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qYFKgg-qeIk/TolcIXN0oyI/AAAAAAAABVk/V9s64Nk8HPI/s220/IMG_9244edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/MsGBd1vDQ5s/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2421818807698886495.post-3018160268700475090</id><published>2011-11-12T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T22:30:10.483+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Priorities</title><content type='html'>If i have the time to stalk people on Facebook, i should be able to do the laundry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i can blog about random stuffs on all of my blogs frequently, i should also be able to update my coursework blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i can browse Tumblr till late nights, i should be able to wake up early the next day to go jogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i spend hours doing my nails, i should also spend hours doing work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i can complain about a lot of things, i can also do my chores.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2421818807698886495-3018160268700475090?l=kelliekan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/feeds/3018160268700475090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2011/11/priorities.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/3018160268700475090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/3018160268700475090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2011/11/priorities.html' title='Priorities'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04612318311092900802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qYFKgg-qeIk/TolcIXN0oyI/AAAAAAAABVk/V9s64Nk8HPI/s220/IMG_9244edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2421818807698886495.post-6871114214745529988</id><published>2011-10-31T04:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T05:16:11.390+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>This should have been a moderately positive post,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;but then i got robbed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Rewinding back to the beginning...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The students from my major had a 3D2N field trip to Kuala Selangor Nature Park, from Friday till Sunday. Let me clarify this: as much as i looove Mother Nature, there is just some things i cannot accept about being stranded in the middle of a mangrove-forest-swampy-whatever-names-Geography-barely-taught-me, with all the leeches and the snails, mudskippers and - UGH - moths. So, after much complaints from a number of the students on Facebook, we left "early" morning by bus. (The new buses in Cyberjaya, the blue colour ones? They stink. Literally.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Upon reaching the nature park, we were greeted by the disheartening sight of an ancient, godforsaken wetland conservation centre, infested by an unhealthy amount of monkeys. (Don't judge, there really were too many of them.) The hostel rooms (girls and boys separated) are shabby and smell like my grandfather's old house. The bathrooms which all the rooms share are dirty and lack proper amenities, considering the rate of one room of 7 pax goes as high as RM175 per night. These are completely unbiased statements, mind you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As if all that wasn't enough, the weather sucked golden balls the very night we went to Kampung Kuantan Firefly Park. It was raining and the tide was rather high, making the boat a very unsettling place to be on. Thankfully, the drizzle didn't dampen our spirits as we witness the beautiful, synchronized blinking of lights from tiny little fireflies, a sight i will never forget.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Second day's itinerary had "nature activity" on the top of the list. Simply speaking, we had a long stroll in the mangrove walkway and various trails in the park. Saw some birds and bees, icky icky stuff etc. It was a warm morning, but the ground managed to stay damp and muddy. After that, the groups had a nature hunt with "treasures" involved. We were given a list of items to find in the entire nature park, namely: something black and white, something dead, a skeleton, something red etc. We also had to perform a song about nature which was lame but they seemed to enjoy watching us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dinner time; my group held last place. Thinking that we are all tired from the activities from dawn to dusk, the leaders of this trip announced that the group performance is cancelled. Instead, we were given the option of going out around town together. My friends and i decided that staying in our room wouldn't do us any good either, might as well go out and have a drink. Off we went to a cafe in town, about a kilometre from the nature park's entrance (it's a straight route), near a bus stop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We left the cafe at about 10.20 pm, walking together but rather carelessly on the road. It was probably because we were having too much fun that we became so negligent of our surroundings. In the middle of the way back (when we were neither near the nature park or the shops), a motorcycle with two Indian men on it stopped beside us. After that, everything was a blur. One of the men stepped down and grabbed my friend's wrist and the another's backpack; the first escaped but the second got caught from behind. We were told not to run or they will beat us with a long, heavy metal chain with a padlock at the end of it. The rattling of the chains was enough to render my friends motionless; no one knew what to do. At first, some tried to throw away their belongings and run, but was stopped by the guy on the motorcycle who said (and i quote) "... lari, saya potong kamu! Saya akan potong kamu!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The thief, with about the same height as me (if he wasn't wearing aviators, i'd be staring right into his eyes, furnacing his putrid soul with my glare of death), started getting worried when they seemed to have taken too much time robbing us. A car passing by might have saved us, but the street was deserted. No one shouted, no one ran away, no one fought back. He hurried back to the motorcycle waiting at the side of the road and rode off, waving goodbye at us and giving a vehemently disgusting flying kiss.&amp;nbsp;For a second, we were all stunned and didn't know what to do. One of us yelled that we should be running, and run we did, back to the nature park.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The rest, i didn't remember much, but talking about it with my friends over and over again helped. Later that night when everyone calmed down, we started discussing and joking about it. According to one friend, when the snatch thief approached her, i shouted something along the lines of, "Oi, JANGAN! Jangan sentuh! You nak ape kami sudah bagi! Semua barang you dah amik, takde lagi!" And then he charged at me (before this he already snatched away my phone in a short and sweet game of tug of war), flapping my other hand to see what i was holding, telling me to hand it to him. It was a obviously bottle of water, but he kept pulling my hand, asking what it was and i got impatient. "Botol! Ni botol saje you pun nak?!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There were several more aggravating incidents but let's focus on the police station instead, shall we? &lt;b&gt;Polis Diraja Malaysia&lt;/b&gt;, a formal body representing (supposedly) efficiency and dependability, sworn to serve the country and the people with all their might? I saw none of that in their Kuala Selangor branch. Government workers sat at the counter wagging their tuber limbs and casting a disdainful look upon us, police officers strolling in and out in their little blue uniforms while asking random questions, stray cats strutting around the room like they owned the place, half-arsed typing and documentation of police reports... Our case is merely a number to them. It will be extremely useful when they are required to provide statistical information of criminal cases for Pendidikan Moral textbooks, but that is all. They did put up a show for the people though - a road block was conducted a while after, but they were done from the very beginning. They did not intend to be serious about such shrimp cases. Nothing they did helped make their place safer. It is almost impossible to rely on them.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;They are worse than government hospitals.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There is so much more i can complain about, but now, please allow me ten seconds of purposeful, stress-relieving cursing of the two snatch thieves' lives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You arrogant scums of the country. Not only are you a disgrace to yourself - least of anybody's care - and your family, you are shaming your own race and culture. You are born with a healthy body, but you turned your soul into a decaying matter by taking pride in doing terrible and wrong deeds. You are far worse than dirty; even the most toxic of wastelands would reject you, a repulsive, stinking, unwanted pile of cow dung. You think you can get away, but trust me, no one runs away from karma. One fateful day, you will have every misfortune possible happening to you. I regret not kicking you in the nuts and squashing your puny little manhood (i don't know, but he is kinda short) and end your generation. May you never be able to lift your... head high among your friends. May you be blessed with a string of STDs, malaria and/or untreatable cancer. If your parents are the sucky kind, i hope they lose all their lives' savings to a gambling addiction they will have or already have had.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is the vengeance in me speaking, but i mean it. I was so bloody pissed, and still am now. I am angry at criminals who commit crime without a reasonable purpose or morale and virtues. They snatch, not because they are in need of money to treat someone's sickness. They snatch to earn pocket money sufficient to satisfy their late night, illegal gambling needs. They target the small, the weak, the shy. They fear people of physical power, death, and nothing else. Call me irrational, but that is when i speak most of the truth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Finally, i'd like you all to know that you have a better chance at getting robbed in the streets multiple times than winning the lottery once. Crimes like this happen all the time, every minute of every day. Do not ever think that you won't be so unlucky simply because you're not me or my friends. We are all the same. Always be wary of everything around you. Nobody knows what can happen out of these things. Losing your life isn't as difficult as it seems.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(Been doing a lot of criticising in this post. I mean no harm or disrespect, but i speak the truth for the people who deserve to know. I am not playing the blame game either. It was no one but the thieves' fault.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2421818807698886495-6871114214745529988?l=kelliekan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/feeds/6871114214745529988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2011/10/this-should-have-been-moderately.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/6871114214745529988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/6871114214745529988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2011/10/this-should-have-been-moderately.html' title='This should have been a moderately positive post,'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04612318311092900802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qYFKgg-qeIk/TolcIXN0oyI/AAAAAAAABVk/V9s64Nk8HPI/s220/IMG_9244edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2421818807698886495.post-8384500575486269304</id><published>2011-10-06T04:52:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T22:42:40.979+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='television'/><title type='text'>I ♥ TVB</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(dramatic fainting and cry) I have once again succumbed to the inconceivable tantalization of Chinese television's no.1 guilty pleasure that is TVB!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A day before my return to my hometown, i was assigned the hefty task of helping my mum download TV shows because my old folks at home decided to unsubscribe from Astro's Dynasty package, leaving my mum to fend for herself whenever TV boredom strikes (which is, basically, every day). A simple gesture of downloading did not require much of my interest, so i thoughtlessly chose some of the latest TVB series with complete episodes, but with no intention to watch it myself because i was "so over that period of couch-potatohood". But no! Small town, less-than-average-speed broadband insisted that i switch off the router and start watching "Lives Of Omission" instead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a74k8UpbQUc/Tox5wZnDCiI/AAAAAAAABWA/0DHHMlBhxdI/s1600/livesofomi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a74k8UpbQUc/Tox5wZnDCiI/AAAAAAAABWA/0DHHMlBhxdI/s320/livesofomi.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cast members 100% approved.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lives Of Omission, aka "潛行狙擊", is the direct sequel of the 2009 film, "Turning Point" (also a spin-off to a popular TVB drama series, "E.U."), and exists because Laughing Gor is in high demand. I myself am quite a fan of Michael Tse's much-lauded performance as the triad member undercover everybody loves, a factor which lessened my guilt for relapsing. Also, not to mention Fala Chen as a new character! ❤‿❤&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;While i am at it now, i might as well tell you all about how much i adore Fala Chen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cg6vXOQm2KM/Toy95nOIs_I/AAAAAAAABWI/wMYCy-o75ic/s1600/2011_FalaChenShortHair2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cg6vXOQm2KM/Toy95nOIs_I/AAAAAAAABWI/wMYCy-o75ic/s320/2011_FalaChenShortHair2.jpg" width="187" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I swear, i wasn't trying to copy this look. She totes does it better.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I liked her since i first saw her in "Steps", and she was the antagonist! She has this inexplicable charm (could have something to do with her winning smile?) and no matter what role she's playing, i like her just as much, if not, more. People who disliked her in the beginning for her role as Karmen had a change of heart when they saw her in series like "Moonlight Resonance" (ultimate fav, judge me for all i care!!!). Out of curiosity (netizen with much time on hands, what do you expect me to do), i googled "Fala Chen scandal" and there were some search results. Turns out, they were all rumours about nude photos circulating online and probably spam sites. Damn you, black hat SEO. But if she were to be involved in any typical celebrity scandal, i will still give her my unwavering support because she really is a good actress, after all. n_n&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now, you must be wondering why i am so belligerently against TVB. I'm just gonna say it outright - TVB is blatantly over-produced and lacks quality control. Recycled storylines (doctors/surgeons, police/army/air force/navy, firefighters, lawyers, triads, chefs? Oh, and those set in ancient China), Mary Sue/stereotype characters, poorly-written scripts, low-budget sets and props, unrealistic visual and/or sound effects, unmemorable opening and ending themes... i'm sure i missed a thing or two there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bVVDQ-GF5xw/Toy57EmzQ-I/AAAAAAAABWE/SFhQDXjb2Vc/s1600/tvb+studio+motel+set.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="181" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bVVDQ-GF5xw/Toy57EmzQ-I/AAAAAAAABWE/SFhQDXjb2Vc/s320/tvb+studio+motel+set.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The infamous motel set, featured on countless TVB series.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But hey, it sells. Viewers continue to support these TV series, taking sides on which group of actors and actresses are better. If you are outside of this TVB circle, you have to understand that they will&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;never&lt;/i&gt; get tired of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ok, ok. I am not deprecating TVB to bring down its name. Criticism comes along with compliments. I can totally put in a few good words for TVB because no matter what, i still love it; TVB is home. I love the familiar faces, the long line of talented actors and actresses (veteran AND newbies, as long as they're good), the storytelling that never gets old, the happy endings... I am such a sucker for cheesy epilogues.&amp;nbsp;TVB's improving, though. New generation variety shows, comedy talk shows, modern day sitcoms fit into the big picture. It might seem a little strange at first, but heck, i'm lovin' it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;*Update* Just finished watching LO. More than enough tears were shed on the final episode. People, you have to watch this one!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2421818807698886495-8384500575486269304?l=kelliekan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/feeds/8384500575486269304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-tvb.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/8384500575486269304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/8384500575486269304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-tvb.html' title='I ♥ TVB'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04612318311092900802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qYFKgg-qeIk/TolcIXN0oyI/AAAAAAAABVk/V9s64Nk8HPI/s220/IMG_9244edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a74k8UpbQUc/Tox5wZnDCiI/AAAAAAAABWA/0DHHMlBhxdI/s72-c/livesofomi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2421818807698886495.post-3710652042180562471</id><published>2011-10-03T03:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T05:16:54.222+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>One hurdle down, hundreds more to go?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oFgwbam8TBU/Toi0YC49dpI/AAAAAAAABVY/XdHPgtzwl2o/s1600/troll-troll-crazy-insane.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oFgwbam8TBU/Toi0YC49dpI/AAAAAAAABVY/XdHPgtzwl2o/s1600/troll-troll-crazy-insane.png" /&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;Beta year, first trimester = OVER.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's great to be back home! Aside from high speed internet and a closer distance to better shopping destinations, there really isn't much to like about, being in Cyberjaya. Now that i'm fully charged with energy and satisfaction from great food, i'm actually looking forward to starting work. Between keeping up with my studies and personal life, as well as handling DJ Club duties, i haven't got much time to waste next trimester. Ugh, enough with the pep talk. Check out what subjects i'm taking for Trimester II!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Media Innovation Design 2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Video Production&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Environmental Design&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Interaction Studies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Media Aesthetics&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Malaysian Contemporary Art&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I changed my elective subject from Sculpture to M'sian Contemporary Art a few days after registering subjects because i figured i'd be doomed taking that subject; these hands were never made for bending wires. I'd be way happier admiring sculptures from afar in exhibitions and galleries. ^___^ &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;lt;--- lazy person talking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Fast forwarding to my life as a totally average adolescent, my life hasn't been as&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;happenin' &lt;/i&gt;as i hoped it to be, so keeping this blog freshly updated is one hell of a job. However, i have been taking interest in recommending songs and albums to people who might care as my brother has proven to so highly approve of my taste in music (i left out the electro, crunkcore, pop punk stuffs, just in case). Therefore, DJ Kellie presents to you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;KATY PERRY!!!!111!!1!&lt;/span&gt; lolno.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Paradise" - Slow Club&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W7javwXbCYQ/Toian7al5yI/AAAAAAAABVU/q45osEbTEzc/s1600/folder.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="292" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W7javwXbCYQ/Toian7al5yI/AAAAAAAABVU/q45osEbTEzc/s320/folder.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was never and still am not a great listener of folk music even though i enjoy it quite a lot, so finding good albums that suit my taste is a rather difficult task. This 11-track album is surprisingly refreshing and thrilling but at the same time, subtle, even for the rhythmic, striking songs.&amp;nbsp;How lucky of me to stumble upon this little indie gem - it&amp;nbsp;completes my playlist for the month.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Standout tracks: "Paradise" (hidden track), "Two Cousins",&amp;nbsp;"Hackney Marsh"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="284" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/BiViJkz10nw" width="500"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2421818807698886495-3710652042180562471?l=kelliekan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/feeds/3710652042180562471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2011/10/one-hurdle-down-hundreds-more-to-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/3710652042180562471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/3710652042180562471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2011/10/one-hurdle-down-hundreds-more-to-go.html' title='One hurdle down, hundreds more to go?'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04612318311092900802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qYFKgg-qeIk/TolcIXN0oyI/AAAAAAAABVk/V9s64Nk8HPI/s220/IMG_9244edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oFgwbam8TBU/Toi0YC49dpI/AAAAAAAABVY/XdHPgtzwl2o/s72-c/troll-troll-crazy-insane.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2421818807698886495.post-7066011870442802212</id><published>2011-09-18T22:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T05:17:23.375+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pottermore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='television'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>Just stopping by!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;*commence ritual to revive blog*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But no, i'm not here for long! Just to apologize for MIAing for months after promising a movie review. I never got around to that and i don't think i should. Submissions are over now, which means finals are starting. As a matter of fact, my first paper's tomorrow afternoon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;To celebrate this highly important occasion, i've deactivated my Facebook and Twitter because there's no better excuse than exams to avoid people i generally disfavour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anything interesting in my life happening? Well, there's this new-found obsession i have for Rilakkuma (which was never mentioned here, oddly) and the colour green (just because i got sorted into Slytherin in Pottermore).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tumblr.com/photo/1280/9582538624/1/tumblr_lq2d3mjP8C1qfqm2l" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://www.tumblr.com/photo/1280/9582538624/1/tumblr_lq2d3mjP8C1qfqm2l" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w1Y3xZCbVKU/TnYAQTlbwyI/AAAAAAAABUc/-AIcRvzQHlE/s1600/pottermore+slytherin.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="176" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w1Y3xZCbVKU/TnYAQTlbwyI/AAAAAAAABUc/-AIcRvzQHlE/s320/pottermore+slytherin.PNG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Right before it changes to Gryffindor in the Year-End Feast.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Been waiting for new seasons of How I Met Your Mother and The Big Bang Theory. Also, i'm rewatching Gensomaden Saiyuki because of a friend's mention. They never cease to entertain me. What else, what else...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I watched Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind last night (a time during which i should have been studying) and i am absolutely in love with it. It's a romance fantasy film starring Jim Carrey and Kate Winslet (amazing, no?) and i must say, this film is way too underrated for its own good!&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/-Q9zGl_B2aiU/TnX-LsNcU4I/AAAAAAAABUY/D-4Q29vr8Gg/s1600/16.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q9zGl_B2aiU/TnX-LsNcU4I/AAAAAAAABUY/D-4Q29vr8Gg/s320/16.jpg" width="280" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"A couple undergo a procedure to erase each other from their memories when their relationship turns sour, but it is only through the process of loss that they discover what they had to begin with."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The story is beautiful and tragic, poignant and thought-stimulating with a couple of twists here and there, but not in a M. Night Shyamalan way. Towards the end, i was tearing up like a sad, lonely girl, wanting somebody to love. To put it simply - The Notebook meets Inception, but minus the sappy storyline and snazzy CGI effects. It won&amp;nbsp;a well-deserved Oscar for Best Original Screenplay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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: justify;"&gt;Can't talk much now, really. Wish me luck for Internet Application tomorrow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2421818807698886495-7066011870442802212?l=kelliekan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/feeds/7066011870442802212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2011/09/just-stopping-by.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/7066011870442802212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/7066011870442802212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2011/09/just-stopping-by.html' title='Just stopping by!'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04612318311092900802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qYFKgg-qeIk/TolcIXN0oyI/AAAAAAAABVk/V9s64Nk8HPI/s220/IMG_9244edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w1Y3xZCbVKU/TnYAQTlbwyI/AAAAAAAABUc/-AIcRvzQHlE/s72-c/pottermore+slytherin.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2421818807698886495.post-4000001890888301817</id><published>2011-07-12T20:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T20:51:20.866+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>@Chamy_茄米：</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"对@艳丽的kellie 说：再笑多一点~！一大堆功课在等着你看你到时还笑得出没！虽然已经知道你每次最后一分钟才作功课……&amp;gt;:("&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;因为一时过扰就在微博抱怨，值得吗？我知道你部分也是关心我，但如果真的是那样的话你就会面对面亲口告诉我。记得吗，从我们第一天成为舍友起，我就说过：“我不在意任何人对我残忍的坦白，只要是合理的。我本来做人就希望能坦荡荡的，不需要在乎得罪了谁的感受，但那是非常困难的，所以我真的亲口说出来的那一刻，你就知道我是忍无可忍的了。”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;之前轻微暗示过你要尽量控制你的脾气，对人处事勿轻举妄动，但每次一提起就发现你会不由自主地辩解自己的行为。我也没权说你，因为我很清楚自己缺点胜过优点多。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;临时抱佛脚是我各人的决定，只要不是分组的课业，没人干涉得了。你忙功课，我却忙追戏，我只道你烦，但除了开夜车没得熄灯，影响你的睡眠之外，还真是没什么理由给你如此坦然诉苦。如果是闲我笑声吵到你，那么你更没有权利批评我。近来笑声洪大也是因为喉咙不舒适，控制声量就容易咳嗽，结果变得习惯大声了。这一点我得向我周围的人，包括你，慎重道歉。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;写了这么长篇大论的回复，我必须声明，我不是要以牙还牙对付你的批评，而是希望你清楚你的每一句话，公开出来以后就没的收回来了。要说不爽难免都会有的，但我能体谅你的感受。如果你还是介意的话，不妨当面和我谈谈？&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2421818807698886495-4000001890888301817?l=kelliekan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/feeds/4000001890888301817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2011/07/chamy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/4000001890888301817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/4000001890888301817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2011/07/chamy.html' title='@Chamy_茄米：'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04612318311092900802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qYFKgg-qeIk/TolcIXN0oyI/AAAAAAAABVk/V9s64Nk8HPI/s220/IMG_9244edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2421818807698886495.post-9177466691747771767</id><published>2011-07-12T05:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T05:17:50.853+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>HARRY FREAKIN' POTTER and some other stuffs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;IT'S COMING I CANNOT EVEN DESCRIBE MY FEELINGS RIGHT NOW THIS WEDNESDAY OMG HELP ME I THINK I FORGOT HOW TO BREATHE-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You can say that i have been as jittery as this ever since the HPDH2 premiere in Trafalgar Square, London. It was a mistake watching it on a school night (lol) but i regret nothing. Good news is, i finally get to watch it this Wednesday! Unfortunately, it won't be the first screening as i am only able to catch the 11.45 pm one together with DJ Club English Slot mates. Ugh, nowadays i use the word 'mates'. No matter what, i still feel darn lucky for being in one of the countries to have HPDH2 released so soon in it. Sux 2 b american.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now, to account for the brief MIAing from the blogosphere once again, i have been busy with course assignments these couple of weeks and also an endless line of events for DJ Club (if you're the president, no i am not complaining). But i suppose i can also blame it on my recent newfound obsession with the Big Bang Theory. Not literally, but the television series my friends have been badgering me to watch for quite some time. I never began the strenuous expedition thanks to my indistinct OCD traits that prevent me from being able to fully enjoy a series of items if it doesn't begin from 1 (or 0 in this case, for the pilot episode). But then Er Jie started watching it and even encouraged me to do so. It was then i realized how far behind i actually am (sorry Er Jie but it's true lol) so in the end, i started with the second episode... and the rest was history. Started watching on Friday and i'm already into the fourth season now. It's a BBT marathon weekend, baby!&amp;nbsp;What am i gonna do after i finish all the episodes? Well, there's always an option of continuing actual work as any university student should, but then again, there's How I Met Your Mother, Doctor Who, The Office... And i suppose after i'm done with all of that, Glee's resuming with season 3 and lawd, i can never catch a breather.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Perhaps i should focus on my health a little more. It's already 5 a.m. in the morning and i have class at 10. What exactly am i doing, i don't even know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2421818807698886495-9177466691747771767?l=kelliekan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/feeds/9177466691747771767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2011/07/harry-freakin-potter-and-some-other.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/9177466691747771767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/9177466691747771767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2011/07/harry-freakin-potter-and-some-other.html' title='HARRY FREAKIN&apos; POTTER and some other stuffs'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04612318311092900802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qYFKgg-qeIk/TolcIXN0oyI/AAAAAAAABVk/V9s64Nk8HPI/s220/IMG_9244edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2421818807698886495.post-6854995766787961290</id><published>2011-07-03T04:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T05:18:06.462+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Blogging Loser No. 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;That's me! I'm the worst at keeping up with people online. No matter what, i finally manage to upload photos of my trip to Malacca on Facebook.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Nh4bbGAAYmY/Tg92kmuqTHI/AAAAAAAABN4/fZEaOU_mCtE/s1600/IMG_6612edit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Nh4bbGAAYmY/Tg92kmuqTHI/AAAAAAAABN4/fZEaOU_mCtE/s320/IMG_6612edit.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Swimming pool outside our rented bungalow.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d4B_GRNeNRQ/Tg92ljQcl6I/AAAAAAAABN8/W2nP4cb2wZY/s1600/IMG_6722edit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d4B_GRNeNRQ/Tg92ljQcl6I/AAAAAAAABN8/W2nP4cb2wZY/s320/IMG_6722edit.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jonker Walk on a scorching hot afternoon, shitty retouching via Photoshop, not Picnik.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XrNyL13vedI/Tg92mrCDqvI/AAAAAAAABOA/Ey6Wl_epI8o/s1600/IMG_6747.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XrNyL13vedI/Tg92mrCDqvI/AAAAAAAABOA/Ey6Wl_epI8o/s320/IMG_6747.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chicken rice balls, aka chicken rice molded into balls. I still don't get what's so special about it.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--32MM3_FgYs/Tg92oV2yPII/AAAAAAAABOE/3jmRpJ9end4/s1600/IMG_6763.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--32MM3_FgYs/Tg92oV2yPII/AAAAAAAABOE/3jmRpJ9end4/s320/IMG_6763.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alice/celebrity&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8REtw1KicQ0/Tg92pZwLbmI/AAAAAAAABOI/LGYegr3YpR4/s1600/IMG_6789.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8REtw1KicQ0/Tg92pZwLbmI/AAAAAAAABOI/LGYegr3YpR4/s320/IMG_6789.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Only Fennie's got her head in the game.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q2_WAKTAfVE/Tg92rPOuzKI/AAAAAAAABOM/Sc203TjrXzg/s1600/IMG_6847.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q2_WAKTAfVE/Tg92rPOuzKI/AAAAAAAABOM/Sc203TjrXzg/s320/IMG_6847.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hah, a tour guide nearby shouted, "Wait for the models to finish posing, then you can go up!"&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nQFqst2jgSA/Tg92szWblVI/AAAAAAAABOQ/SVPNh_gMtws/s1600/IMG_6923.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nQFqst2jgSA/Tg92szWblVI/AAAAAAAABOQ/SVPNh_gMtws/s320/IMG_6923.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Woohoo first time on rickshaw.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6JbvXbcF_x8/Tg92u-xxmyI/AAAAAAAABOU/Bt8Nyyf2JqQ/s1600/IMG_6954.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6JbvXbcF_x8/Tg92u-xxmyI/AAAAAAAABOU/Bt8Nyyf2JqQ/s320/IMG_6954.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hRAissWTqmc/Tg92wkZbZrI/AAAAAAAABOY/Z3OEPVorLGk/s1600/IMG_7026.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hRAissWTqmc/Tg92wkZbZrI/AAAAAAAABOY/Z3OEPVorLGk/s320/IMG_7026.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Birthday girl&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Yay, now i can go back to work. Eww.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2421818807698886495-6854995766787961290?l=kelliekan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/feeds/6854995766787961290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2011/07/blogging-loser-no-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/6854995766787961290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/6854995766787961290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2011/07/blogging-loser-no-1.html' title='Blogging Loser No. 1'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04612318311092900802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qYFKgg-qeIk/TolcIXN0oyI/AAAAAAAABVk/V9s64Nk8HPI/s220/IMG_9244edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Nh4bbGAAYmY/Tg92kmuqTHI/AAAAAAAABN4/fZEaOU_mCtE/s72-c/IMG_6612edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2421818807698886495.post-804754980622992889</id><published>2011-05-16T03:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T05:18:38.978+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>Yep, i'm still alive.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-B3YSc7XZafw/TdAvyrk8IZI/AAAAAAAABMw/iyw8IKxKRcs/s1600/Picture1171.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="319" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-B3YSc7XZafw/TdAvyrk8IZI/AAAAAAAABMw/iyw8IKxKRcs/s320/Picture1171.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I look like this nowadays.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dear lawd it's been months since i updated anything (extremely ashamed as a blogger i am)! Well this semester's ending soon and it could only mean one thing: &lt;strike&gt;FUN FUN FUN FUN&lt;/strike&gt; degree year begins in June! *dun dun dun*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Here's the run-down on what that's been happening (if it's something important, i'll elaborate on it when my social life's on a hiatus and when i actually give a damn)...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1. Photography class trip to Cameron Highlands in April&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2. DJ Appreciation Night 2010/2011&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3. Announcement of provisional offer for Foundation to Beta year - got what i wanted but i still have to wait for the actual results -_-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;4. Examsss (Computer Graphics 3, Media Maths and English zzzzzz)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;5. OMG that's actually all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's exam week now and i should be studying for English and also finishing my last CG assignment, but i'm all out of ideas and willpower. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I will be moving out of the hostel by 20th May and from 22nd till 24th May, i will be in Malacca on vacation with mah guuurrlss, it's gonna be a Friday everyday! Then it will be time for me to balik kampong. I miss my parents so much it's not even funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Facial treatment today was fun. It's nice to get pampered once in a while. :B&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;By the way, check out Daniel Radcliffe's IMDb page...&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/-gSXWAgo3OJM/TdAxcPimVuI/AAAAAAAABM0/EustalD3Po4/s1600/daniel+radcliffe+on+glee.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="175" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gSXWAgo3OJM/TdAxcPimVuI/AAAAAAAABM0/EustalD3Po4/s320/daniel+radcliffe+on+glee.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If this is legit that means i finally have three of my biggest fandoms clashing to form a gigantic ball of TOTALLY AWESOME (in the NYC episode summore season finale May 24th i cannot even). For those who tak faham, it's Harry Potter, Team Starkid and Glee. There will be bloodshed if this doesn't happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2421818807698886495-804754980622992889?l=kelliekan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/feeds/804754980622992889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2011/05/yep-im-still-alive.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/804754980622992889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/804754980622992889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2011/05/yep-im-still-alive.html' title='Yep, i&apos;m still alive.'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04612318311092900802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qYFKgg-qeIk/TolcIXN0oyI/AAAAAAAABVk/V9s64Nk8HPI/s220/IMG_9244edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-B3YSc7XZafw/TdAvyrk8IZI/AAAAAAAABMw/iyw8IKxKRcs/s72-c/Picture1171.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2421818807698886495.post-668230293914762325</id><published>2011-03-18T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T21:01:55.599+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>It Happens</title><content type='html'>This was what i saw around campus recently:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-m5Ad6Qb0CrA/TYNXGWVg6PI/AAAAAAAABLg/iXQH_NETLpM/s1600/DSC07210.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-m5Ad6Qb0CrA/TYNXGWVg6PI/AAAAAAAABLg/iXQH_NETLpM/s320/DSC07210.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Click to enlarge&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly don't know what to say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2421818807698886495-668230293914762325?l=kelliekan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/feeds/668230293914762325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2011/03/it-happens.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/668230293914762325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/668230293914762325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2011/03/it-happens.html' title='It Happens'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04612318311092900802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qYFKgg-qeIk/TolcIXN0oyI/AAAAAAAABVk/V9s64Nk8HPI/s220/IMG_9244edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-m5Ad6Qb0CrA/TYNXGWVg6PI/AAAAAAAABLg/iXQH_NETLpM/s72-c/DSC07210.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2421818807698886495.post-6318562800502534721</id><published>2011-03-17T03:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T03:35:35.902+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Beastly</title><content type='html'>Naughty little me went to 1Utama today with Hui for no specific reason other than to accompany her for her haircut. First of all, we had &lt;a href="http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-own-japanese-food-fest.html" target="_blank"&gt;lunch at Nippon Yataimura&lt;/a&gt;. Then it was movie time! You probably might have guessed by the excruciatingly obvious title of this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-fDu-qUiXZUQ/TYENWOWJuEI/AAAAAAAABLY/13LdmXgHL_A/s1600/11338253-beastly-movie-poster-10205533071.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-fDu-qUiXZUQ/TYENWOWJuEI/AAAAAAAABLY/13LdmXgHL_A/s320/11338253-beastly-movie-poster-10205533071.jpg" width="216" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not interested in doing a full movie review on Beastly, probably because i'm too lazy to care about a chick flick starring Vanessa Hudgens. However, i'll admit that i rather enjoyed it despite its awfully sappy storyline (sorry but you're looking at the girl who cried a whole bucket of tears while watching The Notebook even though she hates it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traditional love story + modern film making + scores of hot-blooded teenagers hoping to catch a glimpse of Alex Pettyfer's abs = western film fiasco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neil Patrick Harris basically saved the entire movie, period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, the highlight of the day - Hui's new haircut at Monsoon-id!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-VZ2YJImD4Ps/TYEP_QV3U_I/AAAAAAAABLc/0eplOszlk-w/s1600/DSC07206.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-VZ2YJImD4Ps/TYEP_QV3U_I/AAAAAAAABLc/0eplOszlk-w/s320/DSC07206.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;So 2010 RiRi!&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 15px;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2421818807698886495-6318562800502534721?l=kelliekan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/feeds/6318562800502534721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2011/03/beastly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/6318562800502534721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/6318562800502534721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2011/03/beastly.html' title='Beastly'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04612318311092900802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qYFKgg-qeIk/TolcIXN0oyI/AAAAAAAABVk/V9s64Nk8HPI/s220/IMG_9244edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-fDu-qUiXZUQ/TYENWOWJuEI/AAAAAAAABLY/13LdmXgHL_A/s72-c/11338253-beastly-movie-poster-10205533071.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2421818807698886495.post-7830988285752014807</id><published>2011-03-17T03:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T12:50:46.553+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Japan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>My Own Japanese Food Fest</title><content type='html'>I have been frequenting Japanese restaurants a little too often these days, thus resulting in creating my own Japanese food fest. First stop is &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Kiku Zakura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; @ IOI Mall, Puchong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first Japanese fine dining restaurant i have been to, and i must say it is quite satisfying. Thank you, Dajie!&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 15px;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-1KXV4zapqQ0/TYD6iCTnxVI/AAAAAAAABK8/e8xvR4apFoI/s1600/DSC07179.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-1KXV4zapqQ0/TYD6iCTnxVI/AAAAAAAABK8/e8xvR4apFoI/s320/DSC07179.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sakura shaped grilles on ceiling - me gusta.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-7wfNQ0j3pg0/TYD-XtCET5I/AAAAAAAABLI/jvVOVCJ5rAQ/s1600/DSC07177.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-7wfNQ0j3pg0/TYD-XtCET5I/AAAAAAAABLI/jvVOVCJ5rAQ/s320/DSC07177.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;There's a whole stretch of floor-to-ceiling window overlooking the lake behind IOI Mall.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-EYkU5eJHZXw/TYD6jgYiDgI/AAAAAAAABLA/Lywh0E0lmXc/s1600/DSC07180.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-EYkU5eJHZXw/TYD6jgYiDgI/AAAAAAAABLA/Lywh0E0lmXc/s320/DSC07180.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm lovin' their interior decoration!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-IEh5A83K0LA/TYD6kHSvg5I/AAAAAAAABLE/2QNS_uI27fg/s1600/DSC07181.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-IEh5A83K0LA/TYD6kHSvg5I/AAAAAAAABLE/2QNS_uI27fg/s320/DSC07181.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is me waiting for foooood.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-7c-0sdAVib4/TYD_yLviOWI/AAAAAAAABLM/wBNS63NbQUM/s1600/DSC07184.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-7c-0sdAVib4/TYD_yLviOWI/AAAAAAAABLM/wBNS63NbQUM/s320/DSC07184.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chicken Teriyaki - a little too salty but i still like.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-PTBXYr4qYAk/TYD_yYu0vuI/AAAAAAAABLQ/W2FWIlbAe0Q/s1600/DSC07186.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-PTBXYr4qYAk/TYD_yYu0vuI/AAAAAAAABLQ/W2FWIlbAe0Q/s320/DSC07186.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Omelette rice - Japanese nasi goreng pattaya, but with what i believe is to be garlic rice.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's another dish we ordered - seafood okonomiyaki, or as what i like to call it - large, flat and thin pieces of takoyaki. Again, i forgot to take the pictures, only realizing that when i took my first bite. No worries, imma go back again some time, and i &lt;b&gt;will&lt;/b&gt; order sushi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating&lt;/b&gt;: 4/5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The good&lt;/b&gt;: Quiet and serene ambience. Quality service, all because of the hot towel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The average&lt;/b&gt;: The food is above average, but not &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The bad&lt;/b&gt;: I'd say the price, but what can you expect when it's fine dining?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Would i go back&lt;/b&gt;: Sure... when i'm rich enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for today, Hui Hui and i went to &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Nippon Yataimura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; @ 1Utama, Bandar Utama. You can say we were attracted to this place partly because of the non-halal sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-aGAk9RD6qXA/TYEBzY3FllI/AAAAAAAABLU/WyfPEr-nA8I/s1600/DSC07204.JPG" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-aGAk9RD6qXA/TYEBzY3FllI/AAAAAAAABLU/WyfPEr-nA8I/s320/DSC07204.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hui ordered the pork mayo bento set which consists of the pork in mayo and onions dish (nothing like the display picture on the menu, but tastier than what i expected), salad with thousand island sauce, a cup of steamed egg and weird ingredients at the bottom (random piece of pork and crab meat lol) and miso soup. Mine's the salmon teriyaki set with garlic rice, one tiny slab of salmon in teriyaki sauce, fried chicken and miso soup as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating&lt;/b&gt;: 4/5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The good&lt;/b&gt;: The food is surprisingly good! Also i would say the service is relatively fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The average&lt;/b&gt;: Price is definitely not expensive for a place like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The bad&lt;/b&gt;: The cursed cup of chilled green tea i had tasted like they dipped raw fish into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Would i go back&lt;/b&gt;: Totally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;OT section&lt;/b&gt;: Just the mention of Japan grieves me even till now. The earthquake, subsequent tsunami and aftershocks have left a devastating effect on Japan, and it is still happening. The death toll continues to rise steadily, thousands of people are still missing and they are in grave danger, desperate for help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping to do all i can to help them, and have already contributed small amounts of donation through Groupon (aka GroupsMore). You can do your part too! Buy a coupon worth RM3 to contribute to the relief efforts in Japan and Groupon will match your donation! Click &lt;a href="http://www.groupsmore.com/cities/multiple/deals/malaysian-red-crescent" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; for more details.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2421818807698886495-7830988285752014807?l=kelliekan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/feeds/7830988285752014807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-own-japanese-food-fest.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/7830988285752014807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/7830988285752014807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-own-japanese-food-fest.html' title='My Own Japanese Food Fest'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04612318311092900802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qYFKgg-qeIk/TolcIXN0oyI/AAAAAAAABVk/V9s64Nk8HPI/s220/IMG_9244edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-1KXV4zapqQ0/TYD6iCTnxVI/AAAAAAAABK8/e8xvR4apFoI/s72-c/DSC07179.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2421818807698886495.post-7442808729996527168</id><published>2011-03-15T03:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T03:17:35.298+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RMMU'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fly FM'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>RMMU Meets Fly FM: Photos!</title><content type='html'>As promised, here are some photos from RMMU English Slot's trip to Fly FM's studio!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-u0l96G5XgXA/TX5nth7DnWI/AAAAAAAABK0/CD2Q7Pyc7t8/s1600/198870_194781723888271_158491840850593_565414_8204069_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-u0l96G5XgXA/TX5nth7DnWI/AAAAAAAABK0/CD2Q7Pyc7t8/s320/198870_194781723888271_158491840850593_565414_8204069_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The DJs meet Prem from Fly FM Rush Hour.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-N4XNdAGGY6o/TX5nuAb3r1I/AAAAAAAABK4/qriha5c6jeE/s1600/200425_194781383888305_158491840850593_565412_2110658_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-N4XNdAGGY6o/TX5nuAb3r1I/AAAAAAAABK4/qriha5c6jeE/s320/200425_194781383888305_158491840850593_565412_2110658_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Prem showing us how a real radio show works.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-yxpdqOdnEeA/TX5nta2e0cI/AAAAAAAABKw/3Tt1DmLXciE/s1600/198357_194785353887908_158491840850593_565445_3746986_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-yxpdqOdnEeA/TX5nta2e0cI/AAAAAAAABKw/3Tt1DmLXciE/s320/198357_194785353887908_158491840850593_565445_3746986_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Group photo!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to see more? Check out RMMU English Slot on our&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/rmmuengslot" target="_blank"&gt;Facebook page&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Photos courtesy of RMMU English Slot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2421818807698886495-7442808729996527168?l=kelliekan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/feeds/7442808729996527168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2011/03/rmmu-meets-fly-fm-photos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/7442808729996527168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/7442808729996527168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2011/03/rmmu-meets-fly-fm-photos.html' title='RMMU Meets Fly FM: Photos!'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04612318311092900802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qYFKgg-qeIk/TolcIXN0oyI/AAAAAAAABVk/V9s64Nk8HPI/s220/IMG_9244edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-u0l96G5XgXA/TX5nth7DnWI/AAAAAAAABK0/CD2Q7Pyc7t8/s72-c/198870_194781723888271_158491840850593_565414_8204069_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2421818807698886495.post-3799742845046275213</id><published>2011-03-12T03:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T03:44:41.951+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RMMU'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fly FM'/><title type='text'>RMMU Meets Fly FM</title><content type='html'>On this epic-albeit-rainy day, RMMU's English slot finally steps foot on Fly FM's studio. No, i'm not kidding - we organized a trip to Fly FM Malaysia's studio at Sri Pentas, Persiaran Bandar Utama. Although everything was running a little late, we manage to have a tiny little tour around the studio and also interview Zher and Prem from Fly FM's Rush Hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prem gave us an introduction to the equipments in the studio, how things work and their routines for the show, at the same time calmly handling the console like nothing's happening. All i can say is that i am very impressed by what a radio DJ can accomplish within one interval's time limit and also their control over everything. Along the way, we discovered many secrets of a radio show unknown to most people (including us) but i'm not sayin' anything! The interview, conducted by Leong and Stanley (i was supposed to be one of the interviewers but i have ze coughing problems), was interesting and fun as well. I like how radio DJs can be so funny almost all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip was really short but fulfilling and we did almost everything we planned to. I hereby present a shout-out to Wen Yong for organizing this trip (gomenasai i haven't been much of a help to you) and Camille for assisting like how a true assistant should assist like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Details should be posted in our E-RMMU blog soon. Look out for it! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2421818807698886495-3799742845046275213?l=kelliekan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/feeds/3799742845046275213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2011/03/rmmu-meets-fly-fm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/3799742845046275213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/3799742845046275213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2011/03/rmmu-meets-fly-fm.html' title='RMMU Meets Fly FM'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04612318311092900802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qYFKgg-qeIk/TolcIXN0oyI/AAAAAAAABVk/V9s64Nk8HPI/s220/IMG_9244edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2421818807698886495.post-8618623566838128090</id><published>2011-03-12T02:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T02:57:52.318+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><title type='text'>Goodbye, Twitterverse.</title><content type='html'>Finally, my emotions culminated to the point where my Twitter account is now gone. After months of debating in my mind and trying to avoid rambling, irritating and pointless tweets from people i generally dislike, i finally deleted it. So, people of the planet Earth, don't bother trying to find me on Twitter because even if i had an alternate account, there is zero to negative chances i'll give it up to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of deleting my blog? Hell yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2421818807698886495-8618623566838128090?l=kelliekan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/feeds/8618623566838128090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2011/03/goodbye-twitterverse.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/8618623566838128090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/8618623566838128090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2011/03/goodbye-twitterverse.html' title='Goodbye, Twitterverse.'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04612318311092900802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qYFKgg-qeIk/TolcIXN0oyI/AAAAAAAABVk/V9s64Nk8HPI/s220/IMG_9244edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2421818807698886495.post-4550945941645417927</id><published>2011-03-01T19:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T19:07:25.597+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RMMU'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>A Long Forgotten Blog</title><content type='html'>I find blogging more and more irrelevant by the day, ok! Especially when you find yourself wondering which blog skin to change to instead of ideas for posts. So yeah, i hereby promise a new skin by this week. Or month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As mentioned before, i'm involved in a photoshoot, modelling for Azizam "Junior" Hairiemir for his fashion editorial. Hopefully, the pictures will be up soon here because i haven't received them yet. You can check it out on &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=48781&amp;amp;id=187255147966387" target="_blank"&gt;Facebook&lt;/a&gt; though. (crappy quality, what to do?) Also, don't forget to "like" his page!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, i'm still busy with assignments (submissions next week and the week after) and will be preparing for DJ Appreciation Night. Remember me telling you about DJAN? It's that event for DJ Club members only (exclusive nyahahaha) and we have booze and party all night. Unfortunately, that being untrue, we have OJ instead. It's more like an Oscar Night for DJs, actually. I'm really pleased with the theme this year - Shanghai Night of the 30s (obviously, because i was the one who thought of it lol) and this is quite the motivation for me to work harder for this event. I'm planning on watch movies like "Lust, Caution" and "Blood Brothers" for inspiration!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another activity coming up is the English Slot visit to Fly FM's studio. Can't wait! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2421818807698886495-4550945941645417927?l=kelliekan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/feeds/4550945941645417927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2011/03/long-forgotten-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/4550945941645417927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/4550945941645417927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2011/03/long-forgotten-blog.html' title='A Long Forgotten Blog'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04612318311092900802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qYFKgg-qeIk/TolcIXN0oyI/AAAAAAAABVk/V9s64Nk8HPI/s220/IMG_9244edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2421818807698886495.post-1690554198100376478</id><published>2011-02-06T19:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T17:01:44.326+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chinese New Year'/><title type='text'>Lunar New Year of BOREDOM</title><content type='html'>This blog lacks quality, i know.&amp;nbsp;At this moment, pretty much nothing amuses Kellie Kan. &lt;strike&gt;But perhaps a large Domino's pizza and a pair of Aldo heels? I'm just sayin'!&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, i lost the big V... of my hair. Leng helped me dye it red and before that, i went to Crazy Cut for a minor haircut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KlaxSkWgV2Q/TU5wayqAB0I/AAAAAAAABKQ/KUnv3L04dFQ/s1600/My+hair+is+no+longer+a+virgin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KlaxSkWgV2Q/TU5wayqAB0I/AAAAAAAABKQ/KUnv3L04dFQ/s320/My+hair+is+no+longer+a+virgin.jpg" width="262" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;It still looks black why do i even bother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese New Year was typical as ever (except for the rain which went on for weeks and stopped right on the first day); i ate almost everything in sight, watch old episodes of Friends instead of sleeping and spent loads of money on insignificant, materialistic items. And since i have nothing important to do now &lt;strike&gt;liar liar pants on fire i have a whole website to update, photos to edit, dirty laundry to do&lt;/strike&gt;, i shall list down for you my Chinese New Year must-haves (i might have done this last year already but oh wells).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Family&lt;br /&gt;2. Reunion dinner&lt;br /&gt;3. Angpau&lt;br /&gt;4. Bak kwa&lt;br /&gt;5. Pineapple tarts&lt;br /&gt;6. Pizza&lt;br /&gt;7. Pizza&lt;br /&gt;8. Pizza&lt;br /&gt;9. Domino's Pizza&lt;br /&gt;10. Pizza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, i happen to be staring at some Domino's Pizza coupons right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, i watched The Green Hornet! I'm not gonna write a review on it though because there really wasn't anything positive to comment about. I didn't get to join my friends for the big Lunar New Year house visiting this year, but at least i arrived home in time for a night of gambling at Kai Hui's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excitement abounds as i prepare for my next adventure - a photoshoot...?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2421818807698886495-1690554198100376478?l=kelliekan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/feeds/1690554198100376478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2011/02/lunar-new-year-of-boredom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/1690554198100376478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/1690554198100376478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2011/02/lunar-new-year-of-boredom.html' title='Lunar New Year of BOREDOM'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04612318311092900802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qYFKgg-qeIk/TolcIXN0oyI/AAAAAAAABVk/V9s64Nk8HPI/s220/IMG_9244edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KlaxSkWgV2Q/TU5wayqAB0I/AAAAAAAABKQ/KUnv3L04dFQ/s72-c/My+hair+is+no+longer+a+virgin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2421818807698886495.post-819783730632877175</id><published>2011-01-15T03:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T03:04:09.361+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chinese New Year'/><title type='text'>SAYA ORANG CINA.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;On the eve of our final exams, my roommates and i received a message from Yau telling us to join them to light Kongming lanterns. Don't know what those are? Click&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://goo.gl/y5n8P" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;to find out. Anyway, it was so much fun! We wrote our wishes and hopes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&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/_KlaxSkWgV2Q/TTCcuEwvzbI/AAAAAAAABJg/_MDC7mk94aw/s1600/15012011110.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KlaxSkWgV2Q/TTCcuEwvzbI/AAAAAAAABJg/_MDC7mk94aw/s320/15012011110.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/_KlaxSkWgV2Q/TTCcvR3CIOI/AAAAAAAABJk/ZviRx56YuIU/s1600/15012011123.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KlaxSkWgV2Q/TTCcvR3CIOI/AAAAAAAABJk/ZviRx56YuIU/s320/15012011123.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the MMU stadium to release the lanterns.&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/_KlaxSkWgV2Q/TTCW9BLrlJI/AAAAAAAABJQ/i_qq4aIMosI/s1600/DSC07155.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KlaxSkWgV2Q/TTCW9BLrlJI/AAAAAAAABJQ/i_qq4aIMosI/s320/DSC07155.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/_KlaxSkWgV2Q/TTCW90rN5iI/AAAAAAAABJU/0MgBF2Ivigo/s1600/DSC07156.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KlaxSkWgV2Q/TTCW90rN5iI/AAAAAAAABJU/0MgBF2Ivigo/s320/DSC07156.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/_KlaxSkWgV2Q/TTCW-Hv_fzI/AAAAAAAABJY/74Vmq49YKHY/s1600/DSC07157.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KlaxSkWgV2Q/TTCW-Hv_fzI/AAAAAAAABJY/74Vmq49YKHY/s320/DSC07157.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, a guard spotted us and thought we were playing with fire. I'm pretty sure she alerted the Emergency Response Team or something, and we had to explain that we were merely upholding the Chinese tradition and that science tells us the candle of the lantern will not extinguish all of a sudden. Thus, the lanterns were lit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KlaxSkWgV2Q/TTCW_I8lcmI/AAAAAAAABJc/n0WiZ0ICIfo/s1600/DSC07158.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KlaxSkWgV2Q/TTCW_I8lcmI/AAAAAAAABJc/n0WiZ0ICIfo/s320/DSC07158.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry we couldn't do more than two. We'd love to though! Pictures and videos on Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am lovin' Chinese New Year vibes, which is why we're singing Chinese New Year songs in our room now! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2421818807698886495-819783730632877175?l=kelliekan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/feeds/819783730632877175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2011/01/saya-orang-cina.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/819783730632877175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/819783730632877175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2011/01/saya-orang-cina.html' title='SAYA ORANG CINA.'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04612318311092900802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qYFKgg-qeIk/TolcIXN0oyI/AAAAAAAABVk/V9s64Nk8HPI/s220/IMG_9244edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KlaxSkWgV2Q/TTCcuEwvzbI/AAAAAAAABJg/_MDC7mk94aw/s72-c/15012011110.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2421818807698886495.post-1175537023471220848</id><published>2011-01-04T04:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T04:31:04.486+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Undesirable No. 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Just last week, i went out with some friends for a photoshoot (goddamn Basic Photography assignment again) in KL. Took me quite some time to find a talent and finally a friend i met online agreed. We met up personally two days before to discuss everything thoroughly. Everything was going swimmingly until the day itself when we were halfway on the road to our destination. I received a reply (i texted her a couple of hours ago i think) from this talent of mine saying that she won't be able to make it because it's compulsory that she goes to work for training. I was shocked, of course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now don't tell me that she didn't mean for it to happen, because that's not what i'm pissed about. It's the lack of care she has about everything that is (still) fueling my anger. The half-heartedness of every text i received from her is obvious to the max. I gave her two calls, both of them unanswered. She texted saying that she'll ask her boss if she could get off work earlier, but at the end, a simple reply was all i got.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Can't"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's the exact word. No, there really wasn't any full stops. No phone calls. No explanation. No apology. No nothing. And at that moment there, i swear if i could, i'd look her in the eye, face to face, and just walk away. I didn't text her back and that was the end of it. There aren't any reason in the world i could think up for her that explains her incredibly irresponsible, inconsiderate and intolerable attitude. No matter what happened, she still could've given me a call right away and explain everything. If she were the sickest person on earth at that time, i didn't quite saw that on Twitter that day. She appeared to be quite normal and healthy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been bailed out on before, but this has got to be the hardest slap in the face i've ever experienced. I had my senior drive me out all the way to Times Square KL and well, whad'ya know, there's no model! In the end, i have to skip consultation this week and risk failing this assignment because the lecturer might not approve of my work. Thank goodness i at least got to spend money again on buying props and outfits for my current talent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This definitely doesn't make me look good as well. As a photographer or as a social animal, i appear to have failed. To have so many models bail out on me must mean i have some problems i should work on. Am i unlikable? Cannot be trusted? Unimportant?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So right now, i'm telling everyone in the whole wide world: If you dislike or even hate me and you really need me to know, tell me and give me an explanation instead of just walking away like a bitch. I don't care if i'm hurt because years of experience taught me that my feelings don't matter. I will heal and forget. But please, for God's sake, do not mess with my education. Do not waste my time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remember kids, do not trust someone you do not know well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2421818807698886495-1175537023471220848?l=kelliekan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/feeds/1175537023471220848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2011/01/undesirable-no-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/1175537023471220848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/1175537023471220848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2011/01/undesirable-no-1.html' title='Undesirable No. 1'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04612318311092900802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qYFKgg-qeIk/TolcIXN0oyI/AAAAAAAABVk/V9s64Nk8HPI/s220/IMG_9244edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2421818807698886495.post-9113572446328069182</id><published>2011-01-04T04:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T04:24:41.160+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='occasions'/><title type='text'>Wow there, it's 2011?</title><content type='html'>It's pretty amazing how fast time flies, and how much damn i do not give about it. Right now i'm just in it for the party, okay?&amp;nbsp;Also, i realized i forgot to update about my birthday, Christmas and New Year! Instead, an entry about my dilemma on whether or not i should go on a Tumblr hiatus was posted. Well, lemme break it down for you:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ASSIGNMENTS + NO CAR + ASSIGNMENTS = NO OUTING FOR YOU /TROLLFACE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My birthday and Christmas passed by rather peacefully. Thanks to my coursemates, i got to have a meal at Old Town at 1 in the morning of my birthday. On that day was English slot's Christmas outing as well, and it was a lot of fun, especially Secret Santa! Pictures are on Facebook. None for Gretchen Wieners, bye. (Thank you everyone for the birthday wishes!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christmas was a downer; we didn't get to go anywhere for a proper celebration. That was at least "okay whatever we still have next time" though. The most depressing time of our lives in the year 2010 was when we didn't get to go to KL to celebrate the New Year countdown.&amp;nbsp;I was super busy + tired and wasn't quite in the celebratory state of mind when i found out we don't have a reliable transportation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't have any New Year resolutions, so don't bother asking. They never flippin' work.&amp;nbsp;Getting through this semester is all i want to do now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2421818807698886495-9113572446328069182?l=kelliekan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/feeds/9113572446328069182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2011/01/wow-there-its-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/9113572446328069182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/9113572446328069182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2011/01/wow-there-its-2011.html' title='Wow there, it&apos;s 2011?'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04612318311092900802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qYFKgg-qeIk/TolcIXN0oyI/AAAAAAAABVk/V9s64Nk8HPI/s220/IMG_9244edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2421818807698886495.post-2600837001690371580</id><published>2010-12-26T19:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T19:50:32.218+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tumblr'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><title type='text'>Tumblr: "It will be as if i'd never existed."</title><content type='html'>(That was a Twilight reference just in case you didn't know. Not that i like Twilight or anything tho)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should i go on a Tumblr hiatus? I've been thinking. Tumblr has certainly taken a toll on my life, and i know the main reason why i refuse to quit from time to time. One day without Tumblr, i'll miss out on a lot - a meme came and gone, quality posts gone overrated before i get to reblog it... But i'm actually missing out on a lot more in real life. Before Tumblr, i spent most of my time on IMVU. Before that, Friendster. And way before all of those, designing and sketching outfits, reading novels, mangas, even working out! I have terrible control of my life, and i let things take over me because i back down easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to say "No".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now what i really need to do is to not hesitate. When i get over weighing the pros and cons, it'll be a piece of cake quitting Tumblr for a while. But then again, there will be distractions. And every minute i'm away from Tumblr, my longing for browsing my dashboard and posting and reblogging grows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am i doomed?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2421818807698886495-2600837001690371580?l=kelliekan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/feeds/2600837001690371580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2010/12/tumblr-it-will-be-as-if-id-never.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/2600837001690371580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/2600837001690371580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2010/12/tumblr-it-will-be-as-if-id-never.html' title='Tumblr: &quot;It will be as if i&apos;d never existed.&quot;'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04612318311092900802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qYFKgg-qeIk/TolcIXN0oyI/AAAAAAAABVk/V9s64Nk8HPI/s220/IMG_9244edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2421818807698886495.post-6643580677040293246</id><published>2010-12-21T15:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T15:37:35.947+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Christmas/CNY Shopping '10</title><content type='html'>December is certainly the busiest month i've had in MMU. Assignments, exercises, submissions, on-air sessions, Christmas... For now, i'm trying to squeeze in some time for editing photos from my last photoshoot for my Basic Photography assignment. Sorry for the long wait, everyone! I promise i'll do my best and finish everything before January (but don't take my word for it just yet!), and also revamping Kryptonite Designs' Tumblr, a near impossible mission since i never log off my main Tumblr, haha.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last week, dearest Jie Yi and Felicia came to Kuala Lumpur to join Lie Leng, Kai Hui and i for the "holidays". I didn't have any so my main objective for being present was to do my shopping. On the first day, we went to Pavillion KL, then to Fahrenheit 88 and Times Square. The next day, it was straight to Sungei Wang then Times Square again. Not gonna show you my loot because you might just guess how much i spent. By the way, i would just like to mention how much love i'm in with Pavillion's Forever 21. That is all. (Photos should be uploaded soon to Facebook! Yes i'm talking to you, Felicia.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and... Happy early Christmas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2421818807698886495-6643580677040293246?l=kelliekan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/feeds/6643580677040293246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmascny-shopping-10.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/6643580677040293246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/6643580677040293246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmascny-shopping-10.html' title='Christmas/CNY Shopping &apos;10'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04612318311092900802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qYFKgg-qeIk/TolcIXN0oyI/AAAAAAAABVk/V9s64Nk8HPI/s220/IMG_9244edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2421818807698886495.post-5446881384753675850</id><published>2010-12-06T01:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T01:55:24.725+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Our Felicia: All Grown Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KlaxSkWgV2Q/TPvQAQHxpoI/AAAAAAAABE0/gMbwA60J34A/s1600/Felicia%2527s+18.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KlaxSkWgV2Q/TPvQAQHxpoI/AAAAAAAABE0/gMbwA60J34A/s320/Felicia%2527s+18.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday, Baby &lt;b&gt;Felicia&lt;/b&gt;! Can't believe it, you've turned 18 already (and you're older than me). Now, i'd like to direct the memories of you who've known Felicia for more than 4 years to when she was in Form 1 or Form 2. That tall and lanky girl who's always behind the limelight. The timid librarian who's always afraid of doing something wrong (she probably still does now actually). She's never the one who'd want to volunteer to pose for the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now look where we got her:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KlaxSkWgV2Q/TPvP2q9I_eI/AAAAAAAABEw/wxJplYaX6Ec/s1600/soh+%2526+feli.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KlaxSkWgV2Q/TPvP2q9I_eI/AAAAAAAABEw/wxJplYaX6Ec/s320/soh+%2526+feli.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;I have loads more embarrassing pictures of her but she'd be mad if i uploaded them. Jk they're on Facebook.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've changed - for the better. We've all seen you grow from this shy little girl to this &lt;strike&gt;beautiful young lady&lt;/strike&gt; hilarious, joyful being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so lucky&amp;nbsp;to have a friend like you in my life (no srsly we have so much love for youuu)! Our Baby Family would never be the same without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Happy big 18. Stay cool, bro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2421818807698886495-5446881384753675850?l=kelliekan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/feeds/5446881384753675850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2010/12/our-felicia-all-grown-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/5446881384753675850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/5446881384753675850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2010/12/our-felicia-all-grown-up.html' title='Our Felicia: All Grown Up'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04612318311092900802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qYFKgg-qeIk/TolcIXN0oyI/AAAAAAAABVk/V9s64Nk8HPI/s220/IMG_9244edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KlaxSkWgV2Q/TPvQAQHxpoI/AAAAAAAABE0/gMbwA60J34A/s72-c/Felicia%2527s+18.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2421818807698886495.post-3027865980603426805</id><published>2010-11-20T15:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T15:34:22.006+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Harry Potter'/><title type='text'>Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part I</title><content type='html'>Just hours ago, Erjie and i went to the AEON Mall in Bukit Tinggi to watch Deathly Hallows and i am still ecstatic! I'll write a review some time later because i wouldn't want to spoil it for you. (Yes, i do understand what spoiler means, and you have to understand how different a movie can be from the book.) There were major scenes cut, dialogues altered, and of course, some of you have yet to read the book. I cried more than i thought i would, and obviously disappointed because it had to end halfway. I have to wait till July next year for the second half of it and ASDFGHJKL; i'm talking about the Battle of Hogwarts and the epilogue!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might watch it again in Kluang if i can make it. For now i'll be rereading the books again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2421818807698886495-3027865980603426805?l=kelliekan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/feeds/3027865980603426805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2010/11/harry-potter-and-deathly-hallows-part-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/3027865980603426805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/3027865980603426805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2010/11/harry-potter-and-deathly-hallows-part-i.html' title='Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part I'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04612318311092900802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qYFKgg-qeIk/TolcIXN0oyI/AAAAAAAABVk/V9s64Nk8HPI/s220/IMG_9244edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2421818807698886495.post-4205523908687377036</id><published>2010-11-19T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T00:24:15.815+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>Kluang, here i come! (That's not what she said.)</title><content type='html'>Finally, i'm done with my first Computer Graphics 2 assignment, though i wouldn't say it took me long. All i needed was some motivation &lt;strike&gt;aka deadline&lt;/strike&gt;. Next week, midterm break is starting! The only reason i can not be happy now is that i missed the midnight showing of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part I. It's tough finding a Potterhead in MMU who can drive to go watch it with me. I wonder if i can watch it with my siblings tomorrow. /hopeful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going back to Kluang, by the way. Miss Lynnie Tan isn't going back because she's busy, and there goes my assistant for my photography assignment. Just so you know, i'm doing my photography class project in my hometown - shooting a portrait at the Kluang Railway Station and then the waterfalls at Kota Tinggi. Doesn't that sound exciting? Not when i have a mediocre zoom lens and a cheapo tripod, but i'll have to make do with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that i have a little more time on my hands, i'm thinking of starting a Mandarin weekly journal-blog. I took Chinese in high school and sat for the exam for it, and part of our homework every week was to write a journal entry. I suppose it's tiring to have to think about what to write every week when nothing interesting happened, but now i really need to practice writing in Chinese. Even though blogging only requires me to type, at least i'm still constantly exposed to Chinese characters. This is something i'll get to when i really have nothing else to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of learning Mandarin in school, i was reminded a few days back about Mandarin children's songs, nursery rhymes and 80's Mandopop music. I remember in primary school, we had this book with photocopied lyrics of songs we sing as a child. The compilation was entitled 《大家唱》and i threw it away after graduating from primary school, probably because i doodled some crazy stuff on the cover. Any chance of you guys holding a copy of it (even though you all might not have those additional lyrics i copied into the book)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it, i'm asking either Weishan or Rok Zi for it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2421818807698886495-4205523908687377036?l=kelliekan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/feeds/4205523908687377036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2010/11/kluang-here-i-come-thats-not-what-she.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/4205523908687377036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/4205523908687377036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2010/11/kluang-here-i-come-thats-not-what-she.html' title='Kluang, here i come! (That&apos;s not what she said.)'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04612318311092900802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qYFKgg-qeIk/TolcIXN0oyI/AAAAAAAABVk/V9s64Nk8HPI/s220/IMG_9244edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2421818807698886495.post-6314473450050596650</id><published>2010-11-02T17:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T17:52:36.931+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>My Husband</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Just a quick update here; i'm supposed to update my other blogs for Computer Graphics, Creative Studies and RMMU English slot.&lt;/span&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 class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Last night, i got married.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were engaged a few weeks ago when i paid the RM100 deposit for him. His name's Canon EOS 500D, and he's a rebel too (see what i did there~). I haven't thought of a nickname for him yet, but i will soon. He's my first ever baby! If i weren't afraid of dirtying the lens, i'd let him steal my first kiss. (Okay i will stop here already.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will be spending more time getting to know him more; it's really embarrassing holding a DSLR while not knowing how to use it properly. (Trust me, i KNOW.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you so much to Kor who drove me all the way to Jalan Pudu and had to wait for such a long time at KL Sentral. Really sorry! And thanks, Mon for cooking dinner (the soup was heavenly), and Er Jie for accompanying me (i missed you so much). OF COURSE NOT FORGETTING: My parents who have brought me up and paid for practically everything, my roomies who allowed me to sentuh-sentuh their cameras, and our lecturer who's gonna teach us everything (hopefully).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2421818807698886495-6314473450050596650?l=kelliekan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/feeds/6314473450050596650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-husband.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/6314473450050596650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/6314473450050596650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-husband.html' title='My Husband'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04612318311092900802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qYFKgg-qeIk/TolcIXN0oyI/AAAAAAAABVk/V9s64Nk8HPI/s220/IMG_9244edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2421818807698886495.post-9110068697750983912</id><published>2010-10-29T01:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T04:45:33.555+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>RED</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today was the outing for our DJ Club's English Slot. Basically, it was dinner, free time in the arcade or anywhere else you want to go and then to the movies. I'm so glad i went because i got to watch &lt;b&gt;RED&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KlaxSkWgV2Q/TMnIhJVbppI/AAAAAAAABAw/y3HP-GG7GfQ/s400/red-movie-poster.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 269px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533174088968414866" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Directed by&lt;/b&gt;: Robert Schwentke (&lt;i&gt;Flightplan&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;The Time Traveler's Wife&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Genre&lt;/b&gt;: action/comedy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Starring&lt;/b&gt;: Bruce Willis, Mary-Louise Parker, Morgan Freeman, John Malkovich, Karl Urban&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Synopsis&lt;/b&gt;: Frank Moses (Willis), a former black-ops CIA agent leads a quiet life of retirement, but gets bored of his dull and monotonous daily routine. He often chats on the phone with a customer service agent at his pension office, Sarah (Parker). He travels to Kansas City to "kidnap" - protect is the more appropriate word - Sarah after his home was raided by a hit squad, guessing that they have tapped his phone. Together with his former colleagues and associates - wise mentor, Joe (Freeman), paranoid conspiracy theorist, Marvin (Malkovich) and kick-ass sniper, Victoria (Mirren) - they track down the person trying to kill them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Review: &lt;/b&gt;If it weren't because of the outing, i probably would never have seen this movie because i didn't planned to, even after watching the trailer. This is why i am quite surprised at how much i enjoyed the film. The first thought that came to my mind after the film finished was "I need to write a review on how awesome this movie is!", but of course, i was given the time for the whole experience to really sink in during the ride home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plot-wise, this film obviously needs more work done. Some of the scenes were too predictable, and the real disappointment was the climax of the story was not as impressive and memorable as i expected; i don't think i'll be able to remember the whole story a month after without reading a review on it. There were a few selling points that managed to save the story - the cast and the comedic moments. Helen Mirren makes Victoria one BAMF, and Malvin with his eccentric quirkiness manages to provide the audience with a few laughs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating&lt;/b&gt;: 4/5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2421818807698886495-9110068697750983912?l=kelliekan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/feeds/9110068697750983912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2010/10/red.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/9110068697750983912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/9110068697750983912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2010/10/red.html' title='RED'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04612318311092900802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qYFKgg-qeIk/TolcIXN0oyI/AAAAAAAABVk/V9s64Nk8HPI/s220/IMG_9244edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KlaxSkWgV2Q/TMnIhJVbppI/AAAAAAAABAw/y3HP-GG7GfQ/s72-c/red-movie-poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2421818807698886495.post-7078819463492931359</id><published>2010-10-26T11:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T12:09:00.397+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrities'/><title type='text'>Taylor Swift &amp; Jake Gyllenhaal???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img2.timeinc.net/people/i/2010/news/101108/jake-gyllenhaal-320.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://img2.timeinc.net/people/i/2010/news/101108/jake-gyllenhaal-320.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Taylor Swift and Jake Gyllenhaal spent the weekend laughing, eating and strolling together in New York City. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;First, the two attended the broadcast of Saturday Night Live in Manhattan, which was hosted by Swift's good friend, Emma Stone. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;'They showed up together,' a source tells PEOPLE. 'They walked around together backstage, but they were careful not to be seen too close. It was hard to tell if they were together, but everyone was shocked that she brought him.'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Source: People.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-size: x-large; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-size: x-large; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-size: x-large; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-size: x-large; "&gt;BACK OFF MY MAN, EVIL THICK-FACED CRAPPY COUNTRY POP SINGER.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-size: x-large; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Kanye, where art thou?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2421818807698886495-7078819463492931359?l=kelliekan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/feeds/7078819463492931359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2010/10/taylor-swift-jake-gyllenhaal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/7078819463492931359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/7078819463492931359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2010/10/taylor-swift-jake-gyllenhaal.html' title='Taylor Swift &amp; Jake Gyllenhaal???'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04612318311092900802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qYFKgg-qeIk/TolcIXN0oyI/AAAAAAAABVk/V9s64Nk8HPI/s220/IMG_9244edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2421818807698886495.post-2829949955124887211</id><published>2010-10-26T01:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T01:18:40.341+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Excalibur'/><title type='text'>World's Tallest Climbing Wall</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KlaxSkWgV2Q/TMW6idaAxQI/AAAAAAAAA_0/l3aA-QeZi-Q/s1600/excalibur.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KlaxSkWgV2Q/TMW6idaAxQI/AAAAAAAAA_0/l3aA-QeZi-Q/s320/excalibur.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532032818466571522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Towering over 121 feet in the air (37 meters) and with an overhang of 36 feet (11 meters) the Excalibur at the Klimcentrum Bjoeks (Bjoeks Climb Center) in the town of Groningen, The Netherlands, is considered to be the tallest climbing wall in the world. As long as you don’t take into consideration mountains, cliffs or other man-made structures not specifically designed for climbing. The curved design results in sections that are easy for beginners to tackle, as well as some extremely difficult parts where experienced climbers will literally find themselves hanging."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's one wall i wouldn't attempt to climb. Here's what's interesting about the photos: a Flickr user, Eric Kieboom, used a Canon IXUS 850IS &lt;i&gt;suspended from a kite &lt;/i&gt;to capture these amazing images.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2421818807698886495-2829949955124887211?l=kelliekan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/feeds/2829949955124887211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2010/10/worlds-tallest-climbing-wall.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/2829949955124887211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/2829949955124887211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2010/10/worlds-tallest-climbing-wall.html' title='World&apos;s Tallest Climbing Wall'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04612318311092900802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qYFKgg-qeIk/TolcIXN0oyI/AAAAAAAABVk/V9s64Nk8HPI/s220/IMG_9244edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KlaxSkWgV2Q/TMW6idaAxQI/AAAAAAAAA_0/l3aA-QeZi-Q/s72-c/excalibur.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2421818807698886495.post-5830048992432613626</id><published>2010-10-26T00:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T01:07:34.377+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Weird, Disgusting, True.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm pretty sure that the world human population is now large enough to cultivate numerous strange - and unfortunately, repulsive - hobbies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KlaxSkWgV2Q/TMW2REIWegI/AAAAAAAAA_s/MZrXXaDchxQ/s320/article-1287996787034-0BBEC62A000005DC-359012_466x517.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 289px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532028121577323010" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No idea what those are? Mr. Graham Barker here has a record-breaking hobby of collecting &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;lint&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. Yep, this 45 year old Australian has been collecting his belly button fluff for &lt;i&gt;26 years&lt;/i&gt;! Every night before he showers, he "harvests" the lint and places it in a clay pot. At the end of each year, he transfers them into a glass jar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Major ewwness, but he's also more famous than you; his &lt;b&gt;22.1 gram&lt;/b&gt; collection earned him recognition from the Guinness World Records.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;'One evening in Brisbane, when a little bored and under-occupied, I noticed the lint in my navel and started wondering about it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;'I became curious as to how much of it one person can produce and decided the only way to find out was to collect it for a while and see.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;'I had an empty film canister with me, which became a perfect receptacle.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;'That's all there was to it - no obsession or grand plan, just simple curiosity.'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Read more &lt;a href="http://www.metro.co.uk/weird/845023-record-breaking-belly-button-fluff-collection-revealed" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2421818807698886495-5830048992432613626?l=kelliekan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/feeds/5830048992432613626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2010/10/weird-disgusting-true.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/5830048992432613626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/5830048992432613626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2010/10/weird-disgusting-true.html' title='Weird, Disgusting, True.'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04612318311092900802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qYFKgg-qeIk/TolcIXN0oyI/AAAAAAAABVk/V9s64Nk8HPI/s220/IMG_9244edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KlaxSkWgV2Q/TMW2REIWegI/AAAAAAAAA_s/MZrXXaDchxQ/s72-c/article-1287996787034-0BBEC62A000005DC-359012_466x517.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2421818807698886495.post-6595495660515748081</id><published>2010-10-25T21:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T21:58:20.420+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RMMU'/><title type='text'>DJ Kellie is BACK!</title><content type='html'>Yes, yes. The new semester has begun, and so has our on-air sessions. I'm still hosting the on-air show called Top Hits together with my two seniors, DJ Ice and DJ Luvain, and also a constantly absent junior, DJ Kick-Ash. Be sure to tune in every Monday, from 7 pm to 8pm. Links to the live broadcast as well as RMMU's website can be found on the links tab.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;RMMU's English Slot also has some updates! Check out our newly opened &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/rmmuengslot" target="_blank"&gt;Facebook page&lt;/a&gt; (don't forget to "Like" us!), &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/rmmuenglishslot" target="_blank"&gt;Twitter&lt;/a&gt; and our &lt;a href="http://rmmu-englishslot.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;official blog&lt;/a&gt;. The blog will be updated regularly with recent events, news and podcasts of our on-air shows. Spread the word! We're gonna be totally awesome. 8D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2421818807698886495-6595495660515748081?l=kelliekan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/feeds/6595495660515748081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2010/10/dj-kellie-is-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/6595495660515748081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/6595495660515748081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2010/10/dj-kellie-is-back.html' title='DJ Kellie is BACK!'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04612318311092900802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qYFKgg-qeIk/TolcIXN0oyI/AAAAAAAABVk/V9s64Nk8HPI/s220/IMG_9244edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2421818807698886495.post-1385217523386553051</id><published>2010-10-24T01:19:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T01:31:10.298+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Japan'/><title type='text'>Less Mess For Japan</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vdaDW8yM5DI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vdaDW8yM5DI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Obviously, Japan is still a bazillion times ahead of us, even when it comes to condiments packaging and user-friendliness. Meanwhile in Malaysia, we're still stuck with good ol' plastic packets with precut tear slits invented like, 60 years ago?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2421818807698886495-1385217523386553051?l=kelliekan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/feeds/1385217523386553051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2010/10/less-mess-for-japan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/1385217523386553051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/1385217523386553051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2010/10/less-mess-for-japan.html' title='Less Mess For Japan'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04612318311092900802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qYFKgg-qeIk/TolcIXN0oyI/AAAAAAAABVk/V9s64Nk8HPI/s220/IMG_9244edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2421818807698886495.post-3958608081563879861</id><published>2010-10-23T00:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T00:37:45.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's God's Game</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KlaxSkWgV2Q/TMG62X_JrcI/AAAAAAAAA_k/D_TXVLOrd0k/s1600/gods-controller.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 219px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KlaxSkWgV2Q/TMG62X_JrcI/AAAAAAAAA_k/D_TXVLOrd0k/s320/gods-controller.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530907260702272962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KlaxSkWgV2Q/TMG614vnrQI/AAAAAAAAA_c/c0f3BppwiAk/s1600/gods-controller-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KlaxSkWgV2Q/TMG614vnrQI/AAAAAAAAA_c/c0f3BppwiAk/s320/gods-controller-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530907252315630850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This "God's Game Controller" is actually a work of art by Russian designer, Vadim Fishkin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Best gaming experience ever, no? I hope they have it in black.&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/2421818807698886495-3958608081563879861?l=kelliekan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/feeds/3958608081563879861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2010/10/its-gods-game.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/3958608081563879861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/3958608081563879861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2010/10/its-gods-game.html' title='It&apos;s God&apos;s Game'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04612318311092900802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qYFKgg-qeIk/TolcIXN0oyI/AAAAAAAABVk/V9s64Nk8HPI/s220/IMG_9244edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KlaxSkWgV2Q/TMG62X_JrcI/AAAAAAAAA_k/D_TXVLOrd0k/s72-c/gods-controller.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2421818807698886495.post-2853593656887260779</id><published>2010-10-22T23:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T04:56:07.121+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cenote Angelita'/><title type='text'>Spongebob is REAL.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There is water in water after all! Proof?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://thefortuno.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/11/Underwater_River_in_Mexico_4.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 524px; height: 720px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This stunning image was taken in the cave &lt;b&gt;Cenote Angelita, Mexico&lt;/b&gt;. It shows a river 60 metres below in the water with tree branches surrounding it, just like a typical view at a lake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hold your horses, people. Just so you know, it isn't exactly "heaven" down there; the river is actually a layer hydrogen sulphide. Remember your Chemistry lessons? Hydrogen sulphide is a colourless and highly poisonous gas which smells like rotten eggs. I wonder if the "water" we see here is actually heavy water, a water-like (obviously) substance separated from normal water by hydrogen sulphide. What i'm trying to say is, though fascinating and magnificent to behold, it is extremely dangerous to go too near to it. You might die, apparently.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's appreciate its beauty from afar, eh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;See more &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://thefortuno.com/underwater-river-in-mexico/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2421818807698886495-2853593656887260779?l=kelliekan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/feeds/2853593656887260779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2010/10/spongebob-is-real.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/2853593656887260779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/2853593656887260779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2010/10/spongebob-is-real.html' title='Spongebob is REAL.'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04612318311092900802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qYFKgg-qeIk/TolcIXN0oyI/AAAAAAAABVk/V9s64Nk8HPI/s220/IMG_9244edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2421818807698886495.post-5441677013795673972</id><published>2010-10-20T17:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T18:12:05.096+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><title type='text'>Addicted to the Internet?</title><content type='html'>Well, guess what! It is possible for people to become so addicted to the virtual world, they kill someone. Literally.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"A South Korean couple, residents of a Seoul suburb, allegedly neglected their prematurely born three-month-old daughter, feeding her just once a day in between 12-hour stretches at a neighborhood internet cafe, the official Yonhap news agency reported."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;CNN International, March 5, 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apparently, they were addicted to an online game called Prius Online, a popular role-playing game in South Korea. According to reports, they have lost their jobs as well as their will to lead a normal life, and gave birth to a premature baby. Online gaming allowed them to escape from reality as they lost track of time and their sense of responsibility.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Read more &lt;a href="http://edition.cnn.com/2010/WORLD/asiapcf/03/05/korea.baby.starved/" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back in the days when the computer was just a 27-tonne calculator with vacuum tubes, people were probably only addicted to alcohol, drugs, gambling and the likes, all of them which might lead to someone's death. Now? Anything's possible with the internet. However, the ultimate factor remains - money.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2421818807698886495-5441677013795673972?l=kelliekan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/feeds/5441677013795673972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2010/10/addicted-to-internet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/5441677013795673972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/5441677013795673972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2010/10/addicted-to-internet.html' title='Addicted to the Internet?'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04612318311092900802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qYFKgg-qeIk/TolcIXN0oyI/AAAAAAAABVk/V9s64Nk8HPI/s220/IMG_9244edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2421818807698886495.post-5715186990832735511</id><published>2010-10-15T21:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T21:11:12.492+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alexander McQueen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><title type='text'>Alexander McQueen Faithful Booties</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KlaxSkWgV2Q/TLhSmFN65pI/AAAAAAAAA-g/T8qXpwvzfic/s1600/Alexander+McQueen+Faithful+Booties.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 249px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KlaxSkWgV2Q/TLhSmFN65pI/AAAAAAAAA-g/T8qXpwvzfic/s320/Alexander+McQueen+Faithful+Booties.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528259356786353810" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I would kill for a pair of these. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2421818807698886495-5715186990832735511?l=kelliekan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/feeds/5715186990832735511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2010/10/alexander-mcqueen-faithful-booties.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/5715186990832735511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/5715186990832735511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2010/10/alexander-mcqueen-faithful-booties.html' title='Alexander McQueen Faithful Booties'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04612318311092900802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qYFKgg-qeIk/TolcIXN0oyI/AAAAAAAABVk/V9s64Nk8HPI/s220/IMG_9244edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KlaxSkWgV2Q/TLhSmFN65pI/AAAAAAAAA-g/T8qXpwvzfic/s72-c/Alexander+McQueen+Faithful+Booties.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2421818807698886495.post-6705811645256149221</id><published>2010-10-14T21:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T02:55:23.276+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GroupsMore'/><title type='text'>Kellie Recommends: GroupsMore</title><content type='html'>Now i bet you're wondering why a thrifty, simple girl like me would go &lt;b&gt;ice&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;skating&lt;/b&gt; and eat &lt;b&gt;cupcakes&lt;/b&gt; all of a sudden, all in one day!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The answer to that is simple: &lt;i&gt;discount&lt;/i&gt;. From&lt;i&gt; vouchers&lt;/i&gt;. Thanks to a brilliant creation called &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://groupsmore.com/" target="_blank"&gt;GroupsMore&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, people are now able to purchase vouchers for selected retail outlets of the week. A deal will run for a few days, and within that period of time, you can purchase as many vouchers as you want for a deal, print it out and use it before the expiry date.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As soon as the deal reaches it's required number of buyers (you don't expect it to run even with less than 10 buyers?), the voucher will be valid for use. If it doesn't, your money will be refunded to you within 7 days. Check out the &lt;a href="http://www.groupsmore.com/learn" target="_blank"&gt;FAQ page&lt;/a&gt; for more details.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still not convinced? Well you should be. I was able to save about RM20 with two deals, and there's so many other discounts i haven't tried! There's a discount for almost everything to do with shopping, food, fun and games etc, and some of them can reach as high as &lt;b&gt;90%&lt;/b&gt;! It also encourages me to try out some of the fun things in life i never bothered about, and i'm really glad i found out about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What are you still waiting for? Register for &lt;a href="http://groupsmore.com/" target="_blank"&gt;GroupsMore&lt;/a&gt; today, and get more excitement from life without breaking the bank!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2421818807698886495-6705811645256149221?l=kelliekan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/feeds/6705811645256149221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2010/10/kellie-recommends-groupsmore_14.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/6705811645256149221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/6705811645256149221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2010/10/kellie-recommends-groupsmore_14.html' title='Kellie Recommends: GroupsMore'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04612318311092900802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qYFKgg-qeIk/TolcIXN0oyI/AAAAAAAABVk/V9s64Nk8HPI/s220/IMG_9244edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2421818807698886495.post-938064077488843808</id><published>2010-10-14T00:08:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T02:52:39.791+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kitschen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cupcakes Chic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gasoline Cafe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>A Lucky Day</title><content type='html'>I woke up this morning with incredible speed and energy! This could have been because i went swimming yesterday as well as jogging last Friday (exercise is GOOD). It was a Wednesday, which also equals to English Day for this trimester (English lecture and tutorial for the day only). As Hui Hui, Pei Ling and i were about to leave for class, we received a message from our class rep telling us that classes are cancelled. BOOYAH!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were so excited that all of a sudden, we decided to go to &lt;b&gt;Sunway &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pyramid&lt;/b&gt;. Once again, i must humbly profess my inconspicuous talent in predicting the future. Usually, i'm clad in t-shirt and jeans for class, but today, i heart blood come tide, and decided to wear something nicer. Who knew, i was unknowingly preparing to go out! Kellie is amazing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the MMU Cyberjaya campus students who have no idea how to get to Sunway Pyramid by bus, here's how:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;U429 bus to Putrajaya Sentral (RM1.90) &gt; U43 bus to Kelana Jaya (RM2.00) &gt; cross the bridge to get to the LRT/bus station &gt; U623 bus to Sunway Pyramid (RM1.00)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Please take note that it costs RM1.00 to Sunway Pyramid, but RM2.00 for the same bus to get back to Kelana Jaya LRT station.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We didn't have to wait for long for all the buses that day, and there was no rain at all! This, in Malaysia, is considered to be a very rare and lucky phenomenon. Our objective for the day is to *drumrolls...* &lt;b&gt;skate&lt;/b&gt;! We've been planning to do so for weeks after purchasing vouchers for tickets in Sunway Pyramid's skating rink at half-price (explanation will be continued in another blog post).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KlaxSkWgV2Q/TLbbkUS6bSI/AAAAAAAAA94/aQS0etxQdmc/s320/DSC07077.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527847009613671714" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unfortunately, time was not planned well enough; we (i, to be specific) spent nearly two hours in Forever 21 and Kitschen alone, looking at and trying on stuffs. I finally managed to catch Ling's adorable hat look...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KlaxSkWgV2Q/TLba6vSAoII/AAAAAAAAA9w/O32542dyNsY/s320/DSC07081.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527846295303135362" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;For other photos, check out Ling's Facebook.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that, we window shopped in Asian Avenue and had our lunch at &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Gasoline Cafe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Sunway Pyramid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (previous review on Gasoline Cafe Berjaya Times Square &lt;a href="http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2010/04/of-hurricanes-pregnancy-and-toilet-food.html" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&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;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KlaxSkWgV2Q/TLbwUkYfl_I/AAAAAAAAA-A/_8o0dCOzgws/s320/DSC07110.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527869828798322674" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sorry for the crappy picture. We're not passionate enough about photography to bring a 3 kg DSLR out on a skating date.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating&lt;/b&gt;: 4/5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;The good&lt;/b&gt;: Once again, i must praise the food. I ordered &lt;i&gt;Butter Seafood Rice&lt;/i&gt; (can't remember the actual name but it has something to do with butter, seafood and rice.) and when it arrived, i was really turned off by the sight of the ingredients i loathe such as mussels and squids (yes i was rather silly for ordering food i hate). However, after much persuasion from Hui and Ling as well as the fragrance of the butter sauce, i finally gave in and ate everything. Turns out, it actually tastes good! Gasoline Cafe actually made me eat and love something i hate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;The average&lt;/b&gt;: The service there is a hundred times better than that of the branch in Berjaya Times Square, but that might be because there weren't many customers. The price is also rather expensive, but what more can you expect, really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;The bad&lt;/b&gt;: Cleanliness. They really could do with some dusting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Would i go back&lt;/b&gt;: Sure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let us skip the boring part and get straight to the point. We went to &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Sunway Pyramid Ice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; at around 4.30 pm. I got hit on the nose by a self-retracting locker door thanks to Ling, and it sort of fueled my already intense fear of the skating rink. I was damn nervous when i first stepped onto the ice! Actually, they were about the clean the ice because of the water accumulating but we decided to have a test drive anyway. I kept holding onto the side of the rink and couldn't figure out how to move forward. After they cleaned the rink, we went in again. This time, we all held hands together and i discovered that it's actually rather easy; all you need is courage. But of course, i became stationary once again because they let go of my hands already. I'm pretty sure that with some practice, i'll manage somehow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After skating for about an hour, we finally couldn't take it anymore. Next on our to-do list: BUY CUPCAKES! Again, this activity is partially supported by vouchers. Read my next post about it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our dinner was basically junk. Hui and i had&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; Ireland's Potatoes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; while Ling preferred &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ice Monster&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Both are highly recommended by me. We reached our hostel room at around 10.30 pm, a newly set record! "Dinner" time...&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 class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cupcake Chic &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;has some really nice cupcakes. :3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KlaxSkWgV2Q/TLb5gJanriI/AAAAAAAAA-I/pAVsvJREJIA/s320/IMG_0275.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527879923322564130" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;From behind, l-r: Blackforest, Fatal Attraction, Naughty 'n Nice, Othello, Adam's Apple and Cookies 'n Cream (which i prefer to call Cookie Monster)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KlaxSkWgV2Q/TLb8twAxJDI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/OOavq1NzSb8/s320/IMG_0298.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527883455556297778" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;I have no idea how that picture turned out that way! Seriously, DSLRs sure capture some of the darnest moments in life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KlaxSkWgV2Q/TLb8uMzIIkI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/Ma1Zm7Of5gM/s320/IMG_0292.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527883463283712578" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We are &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; Ah Bengs squatting on the side of the road eating durian.&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;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Hui's not in any of the pictures because she chose the healthy way of life. Aaand she took all the photos of us. Je vous remercie, ma cherie~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&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/2421818807698886495-938064077488843808?l=kelliekan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/feeds/938064077488843808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2010/10/lucky-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/938064077488843808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/938064077488843808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2010/10/lucky-day.html' title='A Lucky Day'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04612318311092900802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qYFKgg-qeIk/TolcIXN0oyI/AAAAAAAABVk/V9s64Nk8HPI/s220/IMG_9244edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KlaxSkWgV2Q/TLbbkUS6bSI/AAAAAAAAA94/aQS0etxQdmc/s72-c/DSC07077.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2421818807698886495.post-5750959447123562858</id><published>2010-10-10T00:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T14:47:28.689+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daiso Japan'/><title type='text'>Charcoal Appreciation Blog '10</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I love Japan! Well, that's partly true. I do love the food; the culture; the language, but what really intrigues me the most is the crazily innovative minds of the Japanese. Why do i feel that way? Try shopping in Daiso once every fortnight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daiso, aka the &lt;i&gt;100 yen shop&lt;/i&gt;, sells Japanese products (not necessarily made in Japan, might i remind you) at a mere &lt;b&gt;RM5&lt;/b&gt; per item. I'm a fan, i admit. You can find everything for anything there! Not all of them are classified as a need, but just owning something you usually don't find in local department stores is an unexplainable pleasure. However, sometimes it does gets a little annoying when i'm trying to save up my money &lt;strike&gt;for food, clothes and a roof over my head&lt;/strike&gt;; i never manage to leave Daiso without buying &lt;i&gt;something&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Therefore, i present to you my loot for the day...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KlaxSkWgV2Q/TLC34p8-33I/AAAAAAAAA9o/Ny2DGIQFfFE/s320/DSC07065.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526118926745788274" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Plastic embossers (made in China and i bet it's even cheaper there but heck, how do i get to China)! They are an arts and crafts requisite, i'm tellin' you. Just the other day, i dreamed of embossing cherubs on birthday cards, and who knew, i found it in Daiso without meaning to. (Daiso is creepily amazing!) This nifty little gadget comes in a set; there's the punch and five refills, each with different designs, all for just lima rengget! Liiima rengget!! Okay fine it's just plastic but whatever. What you pay is what you'll get.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Basic sewing kit (made in Korea so the design of the case is lovely &lt;strike&gt;ohoho i love judging things by their country&lt;/strike&gt;)! I first saw it in Daiso 1 Utama and Erjie bought the one with the cylindrical case. I figured i needed one as well since i have additional sewing stuffs to put in it and i can bring them anywhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Pencil cap with sharpener (i squealed in excitement when i saw this), the perfect combination. It's really convenient, but a little overpriced. Oh well, it's from Daiso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Charcoal deodoriser - the most amazingincrediblestupendousawesome invention in the entire history of Japan (i'm pretty sure it originated from Japan?). I bought one before for the refrigerator at home and BOOM BABY! dinner was the best experience ever. For once, leftover food actually tasted good. The one i got today was the usual one for anywhere you wish for odour to be eradicated into oblivion. I tried smelling the charcoal and as expected, it's odourless.&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;b&gt;God bless Japan!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;I still hate your ancestors for being such mean people though, just sayin'.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2421818807698886495-5750959447123562858?l=kelliekan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/feeds/5750959447123562858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2010/10/charcoal-appreciation-blog-10.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/5750959447123562858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/5750959447123562858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2010/10/charcoal-appreciation-blog-10.html' title='Charcoal Appreciation Blog &apos;10'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04612318311092900802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qYFKgg-qeIk/TolcIXN0oyI/AAAAAAAABVk/V9s64Nk8HPI/s220/IMG_9244edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KlaxSkWgV2Q/TLC34p8-33I/AAAAAAAAA9o/Ny2DGIQFfFE/s72-c/DSC07065.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2421818807698886495.post-94086536679121117</id><published>2010-10-07T19:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T20:08:55.087+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tumblr'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Glee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hipster Hitler'/><title type='text'>Darren Criss On Glee</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;As a lot of you &lt;strike&gt;should&lt;/strike&gt; know, most of the stuffs i'm interested in or find funny are on Tumblr, but since i simply cannot withstand the amount of awesomeness of this piece of news anymore and wish for everyone to see and know this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KlaxSkWgV2Q/TK2zXjpfmdI/AAAAAAAAA9g/uXnrpT_VGFA/s1600/tumblr_l9w9xxazmZ1qa9d23o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KlaxSkWgV2Q/TK2zXjpfmdI/AAAAAAAAA9g/uXnrpT_VGFA/s320/tumblr_l9w9xxazmZ1qa9d23o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525269535141108178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Darren Criss (Harry Potter in AVPM/S, remember?) on Glee! This is a picture of the Dalton Academy Warblers, New Direction's rival glee club. I'm still not sure if Darren will be appearing as Kurt's love interest or not (he's portraying a gay student and the leader of their glee club) but i sure as hell don't mind if he does!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Obviously, this means that you should be checking out &lt;a href="http://thisisridikulus.tumblr.com/" target="_blank"&gt;my Tumblr&lt;/a&gt; more often! It's where i post all the awesome stuffs. I do feel guilty for promoting it to you because Tumblr has always been intended for "exclusive" people only, and my doing so will only lead to further destruction of the sacredness of it because of more and more MySpace whores, self-proclaimed hipsters and Bieber fans are invading Tumblr each day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of hipsters, everyone should totally check out the &lt;a href="http://hipsterhitler.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Hipster Hitler meme&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2421818807698886495-94086536679121117?l=kelliekan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/feeds/94086536679121117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2010/10/cant-wait-fors.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/94086536679121117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/94086536679121117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2010/10/cant-wait-fors.html' title='Darren Criss On Glee'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04612318311092900802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qYFKgg-qeIk/TolcIXN0oyI/AAAAAAAABVk/V9s64Nk8HPI/s220/IMG_9244edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KlaxSkWgV2Q/TK2zXjpfmdI/AAAAAAAAA9g/uXnrpT_VGFA/s72-c/tumblr_l9w9xxazmZ1qa9d23o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2421818807698886495.post-666860320030416007</id><published>2010-10-07T19:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T19:45:19.154+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university'/><title type='text'>First Computer Graphics 2 Class</title><content type='html'>Computer Graphics 2 class today was certainly... amusing.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before class started, everyone was waiting in the lecture hall. In came three young, nicely-dressed ladies who looked very much like students themselves. Everyone was buzzing about who they are, especially the boys. As they switched on the lights and computer etc, one greeted us, and loudly but shyly, the guys all said "Hello~" in chorus. Everyone was laughing, and a girl behind me tapped my shoulder. I turned around and she said, "Mereka nak challenge dengan kita ke?!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The three supposed lecturers passed around surveys for us to fill in. Not long after, another woman entered the hall. Tall and regal with streaks of blonde, cropped hair, she demanded silence but the guys woo-ed instead. She seemed strict but after listening to her talking, i found her rather nice. I do like nice yet strict teachers and mentors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This semester's CG class is going to be tough, i'm sure of it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2421818807698886495-666860320030416007?l=kelliekan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/feeds/666860320030416007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2010/10/computer-graphics-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/666860320030416007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/666860320030416007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2010/10/computer-graphics-2.html' title='First Computer Graphics 2 Class'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04612318311092900802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qYFKgg-qeIk/TolcIXN0oyI/AAAAAAAABVk/V9s64Nk8HPI/s220/IMG_9244edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2421818807698886495.post-2701627458398336046</id><published>2010-10-03T22:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T22:54:56.071+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Second Trimester</title><content type='html'>Classes begin tomorrow! Are you redaaay?!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Honestly, i never felt relieved of pressure during the holidays, probably because there really never was any. What was important was assignments and exams which were at irregular times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And this is why i really don't care about the semester beginning. /kanye shrug&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2421818807698886495-2701627458398336046?l=kelliekan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/feeds/2701627458398336046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2010/10/second-trimester.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/2701627458398336046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/2701627458398336046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2010/10/second-trimester.html' title='Second Trimester'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04612318311092900802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qYFKgg-qeIk/TolcIXN0oyI/AAAAAAAABVk/V9s64Nk8HPI/s220/IMG_9244edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2421818807698886495.post-4626007015395960056</id><published>2010-09-26T03:01:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T22:57:42.327+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mid-Autumn Festival'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Happy Belated Mid-Autumn Festival</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ahemjez.deviantart.com/art/Happy-Mooncake-Festival-139051029"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 800px; height: 536px;" src="http://fc00.deviantart.net/fs51/f/2009/276/c/2/c2aaed0d32d8a0b2fd5192652361151a.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is the first time i'm spending Mid-Autumn Festival without my family. Because i don't come from a family big on gatherings, we almost never celebrate these festivals in a grand fashion. We don't go back to our hometown and have reunion dinners except for Chinese New Year, because no one has the time.&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have always celebrated Mid-Autumn Festival every year with my neighbour friends at night. We would carry lanterns, take a stroll around the neighbourhood and then to someone's house to play with fire. For real! We usually light candles and place it around the house garden, then cook anything we can find around with melted candle wax. If we were up for it, we might play games; a game of basketball is good, but when you get older, card games seem a lot easier and less tiring. Great times, those were.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At home, i always get to eat mooncakes. The traditional ones are the best - lotus seed and sweet bean paste are two of the nicest flavours. To this day, i still refuse to try any contemporary, quirky versions (except for the jelly ones because those are like, &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; good) because it is my belief that durians are only meant to scare foreigners away, not as fillings for edible confections.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If i could, i'd want to go back to my hometown and celebrate this festival with my family and friends. As a Chinese, i'd say festivals like this means a lot to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2421818807698886495-4626007015395960056?l=kelliekan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/feeds/4626007015395960056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2010/09/happy-belated-mid-autumn-festival.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/4626007015395960056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/4626007015395960056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2010/09/happy-belated-mid-autumn-festival.html' title='Happy Belated Mid-Autumn Festival'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04612318311092900802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qYFKgg-qeIk/TolcIXN0oyI/AAAAAAAABVk/V9s64Nk8HPI/s220/IMG_9244edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2421818807698886495.post-6388591890733753271</id><published>2010-09-08T02:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T03:33:41.567+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Long Overdue Birthday Message</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KlaxSkWgV2Q/TIaSmeOuDtI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/EDa1Jn4lb_0/s1600/The+Birthday+Sweetheart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KlaxSkWgV2Q/TIaSmeOuDtI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/EDa1Jn4lb_0/s320/The+Birthday+Sweetheart.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514255983409237714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;[stolen from Facebook. Editing by moi.]&lt;/i&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;I'm sorry, my dearest Chamy! A very, VERY happy belated birthday post dedicated just for you starts right now!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's be really honest now. My very first impression of you is "seemingly cool person with nice, short hair". I almost thought we wouldn't be closer friends, but then we talked. And there was no end to it! I found us very different from each other, yet so similar in many ways. I always catch myself saying, "I know, right?!" or the likes of it when i'm talking with you. It was almost as if i found my twin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was &lt;strike&gt;devastated&lt;/strike&gt; disappointed when i found out that we wouldn't be in the same classes, and that we had no club activities together. Chances of us doing anything together are scarce, and we might, someday drift apart from each other. Naturally, i am terrified of losing this precious friendship. I do listen to you talking about your daily activities, but i never butt in unless i know anything about it. I worry that you might misunderstand me for not being interested when the truth is, i just don't want to sound annoying and nosy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You never gave up pulling me back in the circle, though. You're always telling me everything, asking me to do stuffs together whenever possible, giving me chances to join in the conversation... I am truly grateful, you must know that. I know, i act like a total bitch when i'm quiet, but no, i am never mad. Not when it's you and Pei Ling! You have no idea how much i pride you guys as my roommates. I can't imagine anyone else on the other side of the room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your birthday celebration was a blur; i lost track of everything and things were messed up. I do hope that you are sincerely happy and touched though, because you being happy is me being happy as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 15px; font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now that that's done, i only have one more message to convey:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Joyeux Anniversaire à vous mon cher ami.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;imysfmrn. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 15px; font-family:arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2421818807698886495-6388591890733753271?l=kelliekan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/feeds/6388591890733753271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2010/09/long-overdue-birthday-message.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/6388591890733753271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/6388591890733753271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2010/09/long-overdue-birthday-message.html' title='Long Overdue Birthday Message'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04612318311092900802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qYFKgg-qeIk/TolcIXN0oyI/AAAAAAAABVk/V9s64Nk8HPI/s220/IMG_9244edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KlaxSkWgV2Q/TIaSmeOuDtI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/EDa1Jn4lb_0/s72-c/The+Birthday+Sweetheart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2421818807698886495.post-4223455924647560038</id><published>2010-08-28T23:11:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T22:40:46.115+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hankyuk Ramyun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>A Very Expensive Outing</title><content type='html'>Us girls gotta do what us girls gotta do. Today, Hui Hui and i went to Berjaya Times Square with only one mission in mind - to shop till we drop. Poor Pei Ling could not join us because she already went out the day before, and assignments simply must be prioritized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KlaxSkWgV2Q/THk07dkz5JI/AAAAAAAAA6g/QRhjJ_GvYeA/s320/DSC06907.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510493815220462738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We woke up at 7.00 am and started the journey at around 8.20 am. There are basically two routes you can take to get to Berjaya Times Square (it works for Sungei Wang and Lowyat as well because they are all next to each other). This should be useful for the Cyberjaya students.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Take the U429 bus to Putrajaya Sentral (RM1.90) &gt; Take the E1 bus to get to KL Sentral - you are considered very lucky if you manage to catch the bus (RM3.80) &gt; Get off the bus at the KL Sentral monorail station &gt; Take monorail from KL Sentral to Imbi (RM1.60) . Imbi is the station connected directly to Berjaya Times Square. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Take the U429 bus to Putrajaya Sentral (RM1.90) &gt; Take the KLIA Transit to Bandar Tasik Selatan (RM5.30) &gt; Take LRT to Hang Tuah (RM1.70) &gt; Walk out of the LRT station and turn right, you'll see a staircase leading you to the monorail station. Take the monorail to Imbi. (RM1.20) But if you are in the spirit of thriftiness, you can &lt;i&gt;walk&lt;/i&gt; to Berjaya Times Square. It is just a short distance, a very straightforward route. When you walk down to the pedestrian sidewalk, look far in front; the tall maroon-brown colour building is your destination. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Both ways takes less than 2 hours, unless you were so unlucky you missed every single bus and train.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That did not happen to us, however. We arrived half an hour before Times Square opens for business. There were crew members outside preparing for a recording session of &lt;b&gt;Battleground&lt;/b&gt;, a local dance competition for amateur dance groups looking to become professionals or just famous. We did not get to watch any of the performances, because shopping was our ultimate goal. It is not wise to waste time pursuing frivolities irrelevant to our objectives and duties of significance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KlaxSkWgV2Q/THk07zr_nII/AAAAAAAAA6o/Lkrhx79O82g/s1600/DSC06935.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KlaxSkWgV2Q/THk07zr_nII/AAAAAAAAA6o/Lkrhx79O82g/s320/DSC06935.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510493821156170882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was not a single soul (okay there are some) in the building when we went in. We looked at some of the shops with collectibles and interesting stuffs at the windows. At XL-Shop.com...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KlaxSkWgV2Q/THlLjXARSbI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/8TyyiPCCLqQ/s1600/DSC06937.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KlaxSkWgV2Q/THlLjXARSbI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/8TyyiPCCLqQ/s320/DSC06937.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510518689907165618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Dark Knight miniature set. WANT SO MUCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KlaxSkWgV2Q/THlLjMOA3dI/AAAAAAAAA7I/VMC9zzQkf18/s1600/DSC06941.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KlaxSkWgV2Q/THlLjMOA3dI/AAAAAAAAA7I/VMC9zzQkf18/s320/DSC06941.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510518687012019666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tony Stark like the BAMF he is. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;(There is even an Edward Scissorhands miniature on the website. TOO MUCH WANT!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since most of the shops were not opened yet and i was famished, we went to McDonald's for a hearty breakfast. Hui Hui unintentionally grabbed a handful of Grape jam which later became a part of our dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At first, we did not manage to find anything to our liking. Nearing 12.00 pm, we swore to get at least one piece of clothing before 1.30 pm. In the end, we did succeed, so we went for lunch... at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;"&gt;Hankyuk Ramyun&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is in the Lower Ground floor of Berjaya Times Square, and is rather small. The workers were lazing around when we went in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KlaxSkWgV2Q/THk08B16E0I/AAAAAAAAA6w/kPVG0Qv5v7s/s1600/DSC06945.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KlaxSkWgV2Q/THk08B16E0I/AAAAAAAAA6w/kPVG0Qv5v7s/s320/DSC06945.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510493824955847490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The menu is very limited, with the usual stuffs: rice (bi bim bap!), noodles (ramyun), korean dishes, soup etc. We did not order drinks, in coordination with our Save Precious Money Act. The choices were uninteresting anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KlaxSkWgV2Q/THk080DmwZI/AAAAAAAAA7A/sUdW7GDRINI/s1600/DSC06952.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KlaxSkWgV2Q/THk080DmwZI/AAAAAAAAA7A/sUdW7GDRINI/s320/DSC06952.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510493838435074450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I ordered Chicken Ramyun (Korean instant noodles is the more appropriate term) because most of the other dishes had young pumpkins or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KlaxSkWgV2Q/THlO8AAlfdI/AAAAAAAAA7o/Co_YaiFSxbo/s1600/DSC01014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KlaxSkWgV2Q/THlO8AAlfdI/AAAAAAAAA7o/Co_YaiFSxbo/s320/DSC01014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510522411766087122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hui Hui ordered Yachae Ramyun, which tastes like vegetable soup, only better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, i could say i was rather disappointed with Hankyuk Ramyun. I mean, i was expecting much more than an average bi bim bap and instant noodles for RM10++.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rating&lt;/span&gt;: 3/5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The good&lt;/span&gt;: Quiet and serene ambience. Plentiful privacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The average&lt;/span&gt;: Price and taste of food. Service is relatively fast (probably because we were the only customers).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The bad&lt;/span&gt;: Menu has no variety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Would i go back&lt;/span&gt;: No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the plus side, they did not charge Hui Hui extra for the meat, and there was no tax or service charge! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went crazy shopping for hours until 6.30 pm. I got almost everything i wanted with less than RM100, so i am near contented. There wasn't time for us to take pictures, and most of the shops do not allow trying of outfits, so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KlaxSkWgV2Q/THlLk4agpuI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/feuolGaoDqo/s1600/DSC06958.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KlaxSkWgV2Q/THlLk4agpuI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/feuolGaoDqo/s320/DSC06958.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510518716055463650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; This looks 'shopped: Poor  大 S' head was misused to the max; 80% of the boutiques in Times Square had her head for advertising purposes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/2421818807698886495-4223455924647560038?l=kelliekan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/feeds/4223455924647560038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2010/08/very-expensive-outing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/4223455924647560038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/4223455924647560038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2010/08/very-expensive-outing.html' title='A Very Expensive Outing'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04612318311092900802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qYFKgg-qeIk/TolcIXN0oyI/AAAAAAAABVk/V9s64Nk8HPI/s220/IMG_9244edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KlaxSkWgV2Q/THk07dkz5JI/AAAAAAAAA6g/QRhjJ_GvYeA/s72-c/DSC06907.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2421818807698886495.post-8651549633611976776</id><published>2010-08-26T00:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T01:37:30.637+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Poker Face</title><content type='html'>This is the story of a girl who wishes so much to become a discipline master/mistress of some sort.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Afternoon today, Pei Ling went to Computer Graphics class, while Hui Hui and i were in the hostel room, preparing for the installation of a new set of furniture to replace the previous newly installed ones (this school is retarded, you can't deny it). We then decided to mop the floor because we had all the stuffs moved to the side, and early winter cleaning ensued. We were done with the cleaning when Pei Ling came back, but all our things were not arranged properly yet. Deciding to fool Pei Ling, Hui Hui and i pretended to be super bossy HBICs and told her to arrange all our things since we did the cleaning. Thinking that she accepted it as a joke, we forgot about everything and did our own chores ourselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later at night, Hui Hui and i went to do the laundry. As we reached the hostel room door, Hui Hui asked me if Pei Ling knew that we were joking about the incident in the afternoon just now. I assumed that she does not know, so we decided to tell her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hui Hui began with something along the lines of, "Pei Ling, you know just now we told you to arrange the stuffs for us right?" I intercepted, saying some mean words including, "Yeah, and you didn't do anything at all. I asked you to help me arrange my things but you didn't, and Hui Hui had to arrange her own wardrobe herself. We mopped the floor, including your table, you know?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I sincerely thought that she knew i was joking again, because it was some really fake acting (there was a hair flip at one point but i think she missed it) and Hui Hui did not sound mean at all. Resuming our own activities, i forgot about it once more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;About half an hour later, Pei Ling suddenly cried out, - it was an intense cry of laughter with tears (her eyes were red and bulging) - followed by Hui Hui who could not stop laughing. Confused, i ignored their sudden outburst of lunacy. Hui Hui then explained to me, "Pei Ling thought we were serious!" I was shocked and bewildered as well, but then i cried as well when Pei Ling said she was so worried that we were (mostly me, actually) displeased with her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apparently, she apologized to Hui Hui by IMing her (not me, because i seemed very mean just now) and Hui Hui told her the truth in return. She was thoroughly convinced that i was really angry at her! She started crying again and then Hui Hui teared up and then i began to cry as well when we explained to her that everything was a joke. We laughed and cried until i had to go and collect our clothes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will never forget the precious look on Pei Ling's face when she got to know the truth. I cannot believe that she is so gullible and innocent! She even IMed her other friend who offered to let her stay at her room (in Cyberia) for a night and to console her. I was so worried about her; she is just like a fragile little flower in autumn with a heart made of porcelain - i must not play pranks on her anymore!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And i am truly sorry for being such a good actress. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: 15px; "&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2421818807698886495-8651549633611976776?l=kelliekan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/feeds/8651549633611976776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2010/08/poker-face.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/8651549633611976776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/8651549633611976776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2010/08/poker-face.html' title='Poker Face'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04612318311092900802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qYFKgg-qeIk/TolcIXN0oyI/AAAAAAAABVk/V9s64Nk8HPI/s220/IMG_9244edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2421818807698886495.post-1436668233206848901</id><published>2010-08-23T20:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T20:56:50.655+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RMMU'/><title type='text'>DJ Kellie Signing Out for the Semester</title><content type='html'>Today happens to be the last on-air session for all English slot DJs for the semester. I'm superbly glad everything worked out and nothing serious went wrong. Hopefully i'll do better next semester. /fingers crossed&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;RMMU will be back on the &lt;i&gt;second week of October&lt;/i&gt;, so be sure to check us out then! DJ Kellie signing out~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2421818807698886495-1436668233206848901?l=kelliekan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/feeds/1436668233206848901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2010/08/dj-kellie-signing-out-for-semester.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/1436668233206848901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/1436668233206848901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2010/08/dj-kellie-signing-out-for-semester.html' title='DJ Kellie Signing Out for the Semester'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04612318311092900802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qYFKgg-qeIk/TolcIXN0oyI/AAAAAAAABVk/V9s64Nk8HPI/s220/IMG_9244edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2421818807698886495.post-7031299556225612865</id><published>2010-08-22T01:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T19:18:52.929+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>I Can't Handle This Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="520" height="316"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SgM3r8xKfGE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SgM3r8xKfGE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="520" height="316"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm a sucker for house music. Be it mainstream or not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;In 2009, it was &lt;b&gt;I Gotta Feeling&lt;/b&gt; ruling my dance music playlist. In this epic year of 2010, &lt;b&gt;Club Can't Handle Me&lt;/b&gt; surfaced. The very first time i heard this song on the radio (not much MySpace indie music since i'm a DJ now. A DJ's gotta do what a DJ's gotta do.), i couldn't get it off my mind. I love everything about this song, minus the lyrics because i never managed to pay attention to it every time i hear the music. Combination of Flo Rida and David Guetta can't go wrong!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I first heard of Guetta's work with Chris Willis, &lt;b&gt;Love Is Gone&lt;/b&gt; on the television, and got addicted to his music at once. He also collaborated with the Black Eyed Peas, acting as the producer of one famous club music you probably might have heard of (even my dad knows how to sing it - DO IT DO IT DO IT).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just months later, his fourth studio album, One Love was released. Although &lt;b&gt;When Love Takes Over&lt;/b&gt; is the only significantly popular song in it, i also really like &lt;b&gt;Sexy Chick&lt;/b&gt; (but i still detest the obscene lyrics).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can say i'm pretty much infatuated with David Guetta's music. He is my DJ God. orz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2421818807698886495-7031299556225612865?l=kelliekan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/feeds/7031299556225612865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-cant-handle-this-song.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/7031299556225612865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/7031299556225612865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-cant-handle-this-song.html' title='I Can&apos;t Handle This Song'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04612318311092900802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qYFKgg-qeIk/TolcIXN0oyI/AAAAAAAABVk/V9s64Nk8HPI/s220/IMG_9244edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2421818807698886495.post-5506937832565986280</id><published>2010-08-17T23:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T16:37:03.851+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Busy Busy Busy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has not been a long time since my last update, so obviously, things happened. Last Friday, i went back to my hometown, Kluang together with Leng for her birthday celebration (pshhh, i'm nice and i know it). Little did i know, my brother planned to go back as well so i just wasted about RM30 taking the freakin' bus back. I remember that day well enough because it was Friday the 13th, but i survived it well enough. Other than the bus waiting (about 2 hours, i think), things went rather swimmingly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On that day itself, i spent the night with friends, yumcha-ing around Kluang. Life was so carefree that the next day, i spent the entire day (woke up at 12 pm) out and away from my laptop, meaning no work was done. At least i was "happy". I spent quite a lot of money this time, mostly on things i barely need - new pair of shoes, feminine stuffs, food and a new haircut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KlaxSkWgV2Q/TGzqCX_ucAI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/Uyjo_-0WdQ8/s320/Picture0363.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507033770889211906" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went back at around 9.30 pm (first time we wrapped things up so early - scary.) and i had to start packing already. Really gonna miss the smell of my bed. :x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At least i got to tumpang my brother's car back - i had so many stuffs to carry. Still could not bring along my Daeji Tokki. Poor thing is still stuck in my bedroom in Kluang. Next time, i promise!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now i am suppose to be busy with CG1 and VRC assignments. You should not be seeing me around here soon. Sad to say that i am now addicted to coffee - I AM OFFICIALLY A UNIVERSITY STUDENT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2421818807698886495-5506937832565986280?l=kelliekan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/feeds/5506937832565986280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2010/08/busy-busy-busy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/5506937832565986280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/5506937832565986280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2010/08/busy-busy-busy.html' title='Busy Busy Busy'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04612318311092900802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qYFKgg-qeIk/TolcIXN0oyI/AAAAAAAABVk/V9s64Nk8HPI/s220/IMG_9244edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KlaxSkWgV2Q/TGzqCX_ucAI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/Uyjo_-0WdQ8/s72-c/Picture0363.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2421818807698886495.post-564262603158975900</id><published>2010-08-14T00:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T02:03:39.632+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>The "G" Word</title><content type='html'>Last night, Pei Ling and i decided to watch &lt;b&gt;4bia&lt;/b&gt;, a Thai horror film which is divided into four short stories. The idea might have struck us because we were utterly bored and, well, in need of excitement. Just gonna comment on each of the stories here.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) Loneliness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cell phones to communicate with the dead - scary much. And oh, the lights going out! That's a winner. This one was quite terrifying, probably because it is the first story and it is more serious and realistic (everyone can have a cell phone as well as the dead as texting pals). Only the last part where the guy's image finally appears is kinda fake. We still screamed though, for the sake of screaming. Scared Kellie is &lt;strike&gt;not exactly&lt;/strike&gt; scared.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) Deadly Charm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Too much computer-generated graphics, and they really could have done better with the gory scenes. TOO FAKE. Boy did i laugh at the blade which struck the guy's face in the middle. He had this retarded look which made me laugh uncontrollably whilst Pei Ling sat beside me, not understanding the hilarity of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) In the Middle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apparently, horror films can be funny as well. This might not be the scariest one, but it is sufficiently entertaining and not as predictable. What i did not get was why the three other friends do not seem dead while Ae looked as if he had algae growing underneath his skin and blank eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) Flight 244&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;o0o0o An air stewardess has an affair with the prince of some unknown country (which no one gives a damn about) and the princess finds out about it! I found this story the scariest because of the corpse of the princess coming alive. And oh my, when that &lt;strike&gt;stupid&lt;/strike&gt; captain tied the air stewardess to her seat right in front of the corpse, i almost freaked out. Then the corpse unties herself and starts puking (jsyk i have emetophobia).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Actually, these four stories are chronologically linked. You just gotta pay attention to the details.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;______________________________________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just as we finished watching the movie, there was a pattering sound from outside the window (the desk is facing it). The two of us screamed for our lives, not realizing that it was actually the sound of water being poured onto the roof of our window. I grabbed Pei Ling's hand instinctively as our echoing screams merged in the silence of the night. Just as i realized what it really was, i could not stop laughing and crying at the same time. Pei Ling rushed to switch on the lights (yes, it is tradition to turn off the lights when we watch creepy stuffs) while dragging me (almost tripped over the chairs) but before she could, more water was poured down, and we were scared out of our wits yet again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vas te faire encule, person living on the floor above us. Why do you keep doing it? Have you that much water to spare that you simply have to water our rooftop? Were you brushing your teeth in your room? Were you peeing? I will never know, unless i suddenly go out of my mind and start responding to your calls. Yes i did hear your friendly greetings to us "people from below". I heard your bitching about someone else and laughing like a pig. I heard you singing "Billionaire" so many freakin' times. I FREAKIN' HEARD YOU.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Basically, we spent the night laughing at our own silliness. I could not go to sleep, probably because of the adrenaline rush, or perhaps it was unwanted imaginations keeping me awake and vigilant?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2421818807698886495-564262603158975900?l=kelliekan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/feeds/564262603158975900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2010/08/g-word.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/564262603158975900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/564262603158975900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2010/08/g-word.html' title='The &quot;G&quot; Word'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04612318311092900802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qYFKgg-qeIk/TolcIXN0oyI/AAAAAAAABVk/V9s64Nk8HPI/s220/IMG_9244edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2421818807698886495.post-1199774106289003074</id><published>2010-08-04T00:03:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T00:40:56.386+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>A Beautiful Lie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs117.ash2/39195_1498998348495_1040241684_1462917_4151843_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 345px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs117.ash2/39195_1498998348495_1040241684_1462917_4151843_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 12 in the morning, and it is your birthday, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Leng&lt;/span&gt;. My, your &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;18th&lt;/span&gt; birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember how we got to know each other? Truth be told, even i cannot really remember. It was most probably through Weishan whom you sat together with in Form 2, whilst i sat behind you two. At first, i thought you were one of those studious, quiet, prudent, kill-joy people i would never be friends with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well apparently i was wrong, so let's forget what i thought of you. Our first fun experience together should be the KL trip with ELS - You, me, Weishan and Felicia. (I am truly sorry for losing the photos we all took together, but i don't miss my baby-ish face at all.) We all bonded so well, even i do not quite understand how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the years, i have discovered so many &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*ahem*&lt;/span&gt; wondrous things about you, and i cannot express how colossal my gratitude is for fate. Sure, there were times i hated you. Hated all of you, in fact. But those were the stupid times i would never wish to relive. You are merely too good-natured, and no one can ever dislike you. Not even me, the great disliker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will always remember you. The &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;intelligent&lt;/span&gt; you. The &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;fun&lt;/span&gt; you. The &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;blur&lt;/span&gt; you. The &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;silly&lt;/span&gt; you. The &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lie Leng&lt;/span&gt; everybody loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy 18.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sisters forever. ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2421818807698886495-1199774106289003074?l=kelliekan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/feeds/1199774106289003074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2010/08/beautiful-lie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/1199774106289003074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/1199774106289003074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2010/08/beautiful-lie.html' title='A Beautiful Lie'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04612318311092900802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qYFKgg-qeIk/TolcIXN0oyI/AAAAAAAABVk/V9s64Nk8HPI/s220/IMG_9244edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2421818807698886495.post-5352099452634573832</id><published>2010-08-02T00:15:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T22:43:45.002+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Guilty Pleasures</title><content type='html'>I'd tell you what i'm actually so busy with nowadays but then that would contradict the whole point of this post. However, i have nothing else to talk about and i haven't updated for quite some time now, so i have conveniently listed down for all you readers some random guilty pleasures of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HARRY POTTER FAN FICTION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, please do not get me wrong. I'm a big shipper of the original pairings in both the books and movies, but we all need to satisfy our girly fantasies from time to time. And once again, no, i do not enjoy canon ships - Lucius/Dobby or Snape/Hermione or even &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;threesomes&lt;/span&gt; (let's not go there shall we) are wayyy out of line. I'm more of a Dramione, perhaps a Sirius/OC (currently consuming much of my time) person. Of course, it does not get out of hand for me. I'm not delirious, just... curious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FRIED CHICKEN... SKIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya got that right. I do consume chicken skin, but only fried ones from KFC. It's oily, it's fatty, it's unhealthy, it's DELICIOUS. It's almost like the main reason why i even bother to eat at KFC. The place totally sucks ever since they removed the Hot &amp;amp; Spicy flavour from the menu. KFC, Kellie is disappoint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TAYLOR SWIFT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Admit it, you can't stop yourself from singing her songs sometimes. It's country (perhaps i should rephrase that - faux country teen pop) and it's catchy. Personally, i don't care much about the lyrics. It's pretty much just my go-to-shower song.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2421818807698886495-5352099452634573832?l=kelliekan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/feeds/5352099452634573832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2010/08/guilty-pleasures.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/5352099452634573832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/5352099452634573832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2010/08/guilty-pleasures.html' title='Guilty Pleasures'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04612318311092900802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qYFKgg-qeIk/TolcIXN0oyI/AAAAAAAABVk/V9s64Nk8HPI/s220/IMG_9244edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2421818807698886495.post-1714643811264195256</id><published>2010-07-24T03:48:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T22:42:51.370+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Very Potter Sequel'/><title type='text'>A Very Potter Sequel</title><content type='html'>was freakin' AWESOME! Team StarKid has done it again. It is unbelievably brilliant, i can't fathom how they manage to come up with something so ingenious. I just, i can't, i - whatever. You get the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AVPS premiered on YouTube on the 22nd of July, 8 p.m. EST (it's 8 in the morning on 23rd of July in Malaysia, in case you're wondering!) but has already been shown at Infinitus 2010. The show was performed live and recorded in May, yet - as far as i know - no spoilers have surfaced on the internet as StarKid Productions requested fans to keep mum about the details so as to not spoil anything for fans who haven't the privilege of watching them beforehand. Starkidders, i'm proud of you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all you unfortunate, nutshell inhabitants with no sense of appreciation for all things awesome, AVPS is the sequel to A Very Potter Musical (previously named Harry Potter the Musical), a non-profitable, fan-made parody based on Potterverse. Essentially for the personal enjoyment of themselves as well as HP fans, a group of students from the University of Michigan created an entirely original, two-part musical with scripts and musical scores written by themselves. After uploading it to YouTube, it started gaining the attention and recognition of HP fans worldwide. An internet sensation was born, as Team StarKid announced the confirmation of a sequel coming up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="520" height="316"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OepW-AG-Ris&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OepW-AG-Ris&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="520" height="316"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**** SPOILER ALERT ****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Verdict&lt;/span&gt; (highlight to read if you want to): &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;A Very Potter Sequel certainly lived up to it's predecessor, and in some way proved to be better than it. However, no matter how i awesome i claim it to be (refer above statement), there are still some shortcomings that i simply could not overlook. The most serious of them all would be the amount of cussing and crude jokes or sexual references compared to AVPM. Surely by now, they'd have realized that younger generations would be watching and following their works and even though the words have been censored, it still gives the kids a sense of audacity to use them if they happen to know it. I'm not being prude, just reasonable. This is not MAMD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps i was too tired (i woke up at 8 a.m. preparing for class as well as watching AVPS), i found the starting a little tiring, almost not paying attention to the conversation until something epic happens. After a while though, everything got back on track. There is also some problems regarding the recording of the audio - i could barely hear anything during one-on-one conversations, except for the really loud ones like Umbridge. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To balance it out, i must mention about the things i find make AVPS a grandiose success - Joe Walker as Dolores Umbridge. And to think that i have never guessed it all along. It was so obvious, yet i was so shocked when she appeared that i banged the table screaming and swearing while my roommates thought that i've gone bonkers. You caught me, StarKid. Secret too well-kept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucius, or should i say Luscious Malfoy is the unexpected selling point of the show. His long, flowy platinum blonde hair, smoky eyeshadow along with his dandy, flamboyant dance moves set things going right from the start, and it never gets old - we all loved him. Tyler Brunsman, who happened to portray Cedric Diggory in AVPM, is amazingly talented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As expected, we saw more of Snape this year (guyliner is awesome). I always knew Joe Moses had it in him - i cried during his scene with the Mirror of Erised. And the song, oh, the song! He was surprisingly emotional and convincing (i saw a glass-like glare in his eyes) and it really caught my heart. Didn't see that one coming, i can tell you. (FYI he's the fight choreographer as well. LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, the dance routines were much better and organized (they have had much more time to prepare and rehearse), but all the same, thumbs up to Britney Coleman for the great job. As for the music, DARREN FREAKIN' CRISS. Self-explanatory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so much fun to see familiar as well as new faces reprising their roles, some appearing as new characters, as the crowd would cheer for them. I am really glad they made sufficient references of pop culture as well as AVPM, and the song at the end really moved me to tears. AVPS made my entire year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"Man, i'm glad i went back."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2421818807698886495-1714643811264195256?l=kelliekan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/feeds/1714643811264195256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2010/07/very-potter-sequel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/1714643811264195256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/1714643811264195256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2010/07/very-potter-sequel.html' title='A Very Potter Sequel'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04612318311092900802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qYFKgg-qeIk/TolcIXN0oyI/AAAAAAAABVk/V9s64Nk8HPI/s220/IMG_9244edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2421818807698886495.post-4528258156154431956</id><published>2010-07-19T23:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T00:13:45.865+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RMMU'/><title type='text'>Tune in to RMMU!</title><content type='html'>Today is the first day i went on-air as an official on-air deejay. I pretty much sucked, but i'm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; grateful for my family (except my parents) and friends listening. YOU GUYS ARE AWESOME. :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For everyone's information, i'm hosting the slot called Top Ten Hits which is on every Monday, 7 pm to 8 pm. For now, i'm still not sure if i will be on-air every week. If i am, i'll be tweeting about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, thank you if you listened to me. Even though i'm pretty sure you won't be listening next week. I know i talk too much crap. I'm trying my very best to change those bad habits of stuttering and uhh-ing as well. 3:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a copy of the record of my slot, but you can just &lt;a href="http://cybermedia.mmu.edu.my/cyb/urmmu.asx"&gt;listen to RMMU&lt;/a&gt; to get a rough idea on what it's like. Might wanna &lt;a href="http://radiommu.yolasite.com/onair-schedule.php"&gt;check the schedule&lt;/a&gt; first though. ;]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2421818807698886495-4528258156154431956?l=kelliekan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/feeds/4528258156154431956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2010/07/tune-in-to-rmmu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/4528258156154431956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/4528258156154431956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2010/07/tune-in-to-rmmu.html' title='Tune in to RMMU!'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04612318311092900802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qYFKgg-qeIk/TolcIXN0oyI/AAAAAAAABVk/V9s64Nk8HPI/s220/IMG_9244edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2421818807698886495.post-7206732137854292524</id><published>2010-07-18T00:24:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T01:04:54.654+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='occasions'/><title type='text'>Bon Odori 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KlaxSkWgV2Q/TEHeqxMC3LI/AAAAAAAAA5w/wuOF4dAbyqs/s1600/DSC06700.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KlaxSkWgV2Q/TEHeqxMC3LI/AAAAAAAAA5w/wuOF4dAbyqs/s320/DSC06700.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494917846708444338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KlaxSkWgV2Q/TEHer3aYfLI/AAAAAAAAA6A/NmPZBS1eVcM/s1600/DSC06706.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KlaxSkWgV2Q/TEHer3aYfLI/AAAAAAAAA6A/NmPZBS1eVcM/s320/DSC06706.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494917865559063730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first time i've been to a Bon Odori, and i must say, it was kinda fun! I went as a JCS (Japanese Cultural Society) member together with Yau, Li Chean, Yook Meng and Zhuo Jun. It was suppose to start at 5 pm, but we reached at 4 something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KlaxSkWgV2Q/TEHercUU1sI/AAAAAAAAA54/H8zM_T7NNeI/s1600/DSC06707.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KlaxSkWgV2Q/TEHercUU1sI/AAAAAAAAA54/H8zM_T7NNeI/s320/DSC06707.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494917858285901506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We visited the food stalls first and then walked around. Most of the food stalls are probably little shops and stalls we barely notice in Jusco or something. There wasn't anything extraordinary; no special delicacies, nobody with extreme, outlandish costumes (cosplaying is strictly prohibited). A lot of them were wearing yukatas, including our group of friends, except me and Yau. It was freakin' warm, i tell you, and there was so many people, we felt ticklish to look at the crowd. If ya know what i mean. There were so many Japanese too! The kids are adorable. :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KlaxSkWgV2Q/TEHesftimdI/AAAAAAAAA6I/pWmQf5upvB0/s1600/DSC06713.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KlaxSkWgV2Q/TEHesftimdI/AAAAAAAAA6I/pWmQf5upvB0/s320/DSC06713.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494917876376836562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We sat at the grand stand, instead of the field. The people were already rehearsing for the grand opening later. What really bothered me is the 1Malaysia themed dance. Honestly, this is a Bon Festival, not for you to promote your unity-striving ideas. The tarian Joget was okay, but the Chinese fan dance was the last straw. MALES DO NOT HOLD FANS. IT MAKES THEM LOOK FREAKISHLY GAY. Malaysia, i am disappoint. There were other dances representing the main ethnic groups in Malaysia, but as far as i could see, all of the dancers are Malay. :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KlaxSkWgV2Q/TEHetHj8y9I/AAAAAAAAA6Q/yfzVwpZDpoY/s1600/DSC06726.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KlaxSkWgV2Q/TEHetHj8y9I/AAAAAAAAA6Q/yfzVwpZDpoY/s320/DSC06726.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494917887074028498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The stage in the middle of the field was where the performers dance and play the drums. The dances was done twice with repetitive movements and actions, so that everyone can follow and dance along. They surrounded the stage and danced for as long as it lasted. At first it was fun, but then it got old; three sections for three same songs played twice every time. Maybe it's because i'm just not that into it. /Kanye shrug&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In between the cultural dances, there were also dances by guest performers as well. All in all, it was a passable show. I'd have enjoyed it more if it wasn't that long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the celebration ended at 9.30 pm, we waited for the flippin' bus for about an hour. On the side of the highway. Like, OMG IS THIS THE 20TH CENTURY? WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU, BUS? I can't even. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damnit, too much Tumblr language. Might i mention that i HATE MOBILE TOILET CUBICLES.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2421818807698886495-7206732137854292524?l=kelliekan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/feeds/7206732137854292524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2010/07/bon-odori-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/7206732137854292524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/7206732137854292524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2010/07/bon-odori-2010.html' title='Bon Odori 2010'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04612318311092900802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qYFKgg-qeIk/TolcIXN0oyI/AAAAAAAABVk/V9s64Nk8HPI/s220/IMG_9244edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KlaxSkWgV2Q/TEHeqxMC3LI/AAAAAAAAA5w/wuOF4dAbyqs/s72-c/DSC06700.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2421818807698886495.post-5198830394241448768</id><published>2010-07-11T18:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T18:59:43.835+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college life'/><title type='text'>Bachelor Frog (Female version)</title><content type='html'>Hui Hui: "I'll be off to get the shoe box at CIMB Bank there."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "You want me to accompany you?"&lt;br /&gt;Hui Hui: "Sure... You want to change clothes then??"&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*looks down*&lt;/span&gt; "Oh, in that case... no."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2421818807698886495-5198830394241448768?l=kelliekan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/feeds/5198830394241448768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2010/07/bachelor-frog-female-version.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/5198830394241448768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/5198830394241448768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2010/07/bachelor-frog-female-version.html' title='Bachelor Frog (Female version)'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04612318311092900802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qYFKgg-qeIk/TolcIXN0oyI/AAAAAAAABVk/V9s64Nk8HPI/s220/IMG_9244edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2421818807698886495.post-3909561718380243511</id><published>2010-07-10T00:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T02:55:09.164+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Your Multimate Multimedia Tunes</title><content type='html'>It's official. I'm a DJ for my university's radio station, Radio MMU. Yes yes, you can call me DJ Kellie. -insert enormous LOLface-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I first got to know about DJ Club in the university handbook. Silly little me thought it was for club DJs to come together and... do stuffs they do in clubs and bars? Then i saw their stall in the MPH hall during club registration week. My friends and i joined, but only me and Camille are in the English slot, while others are in the Mandarin slot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The AGM was what really impressed me. The organization, the skills they exhibit, the togetherness. I knew then, i really wanted to be a part of it. People who really know me would have probably guessed; DJ Club reminded me of YBF, in so many ways possible. The AGM was also the day we got to randomly choose a number for our topic for an interview to become an on-air DJ. You have no idea how awesome mine is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Your views on Justin Bieber."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost hyperventilated when i saw it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am gonna crush him," i told the DJ-in-charge. We high-fived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time whizzed by, and the first interview came. It was an on-air interview, and you can guess how anxious i was. Luckily, nothing extraordinary happened. Too bad i only had 2 minutes to talk about Ms. Bieber. I wanted so much to mention about how lovely and talented she actually is. It's those rabid fans we all hate, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, i did stutter at the end though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"... and you're listening to Radio MMU, your multima- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ul&lt;/span&gt;timate multimedia tunes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second interview - which is off-air - was a little more intimidating. I was having a nervous breakdown while waiting for my turn outside the studio. Who knows what actually goes on in there when the public can't listen to what they're talking about!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady Luck was on my side; it was so late the DJs decided to call it quits after me, so everything was probably rushed. All i had to do was introduce myself, decide on which department to join and read an announcement. Once again, i stuttered, but i'm not aiming to become an emcee here. Definite no-no. I wouldn't say no if they asked me to, it'd be an honour. But i seriously doubt they will, after hearing more of me in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the Crash Course, and we got to know our results. I am now an on-air DJ for RMMU's English slot, and i will be hosting the show called Top Ten. Don't know what that is? Go &lt;a href="http://cybermedia.mmu.edu.my/cyb/urmmu.asx"&gt;listen to it&lt;/a&gt;. You can also &lt;a href="http://radiommu.yolasite.com/" target="_blank"&gt;visit our website&lt;/a&gt; to find out more about RMMU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Radio MMU, your &lt;strike&gt;m&lt;/strike&gt;ultimate multimedia tunes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2421818807698886495-3909561718380243511?l=kelliekan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/feeds/3909561718380243511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2010/07/your-multimate-multimedia-tunes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/3909561718380243511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/3909561718380243511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2010/07/your-multimate-multimedia-tunes.html' title='Your Multimate Multimedia Tunes'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04612318311092900802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qYFKgg-qeIk/TolcIXN0oyI/AAAAAAAABVk/V9s64Nk8HPI/s220/IMG_9244edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2421818807698886495.post-2558358832872642809</id><published>2010-06-26T14:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T14:38:34.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Tumblr is still active though.</title><content type='html'>Facebook is about the only thing i have enough time to update. I guess i'll be MIA-ing for another week or so. Bye~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2421818807698886495-2558358832872642809?l=kelliekan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/feeds/2558358832872642809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-tumblr-is-still-active-though.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/2558358832872642809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/2558358832872642809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-tumblr-is-still-active-though.html' title='My Tumblr is still active though.'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04612318311092900802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qYFKgg-qeIk/TolcIXN0oyI/AAAAAAAABVk/V9s64Nk8HPI/s220/IMG_9244edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2421818807698886495.post-8491968060986926551</id><published>2010-06-16T14:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T14:37:41.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll be MIA for about the rest of my life.</title><content type='html'>The internet in my hostel room is not working. It's working perfectly fine in my friends' rooms though. Yes, that is life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second week of the trimester and i can't take it anymore; we were told to keep a weekly journal for Media Appreciation, and we have weekly tasks related to our appreciation exercise. It's something like reviewing a film or music - anything related to arts. I was expecting some french indie film from the 90's. Instead, we were required to review two short films by a Czechoslovakian surreal artist and filmmaker. Other than that, i'm expecting plenty of assignments from Visual Research and Communication, as well as Computer Graphics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can still hear the sound of those RM0.70 paper being teared off to "record our eye movement" in Life Drawing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2421818807698886495-8491968060986926551?l=kelliekan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/feeds/8491968060986926551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2010/06/ill-be-mia-for-about-rest-of-my-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/8491968060986926551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/8491968060986926551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2010/06/ill-be-mia-for-about-rest-of-my-life.html' title='I&apos;ll be MIA for about the rest of my life.'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04612318311092900802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qYFKgg-qeIk/TolcIXN0oyI/AAAAAAAABVk/V9s64Nk8HPI/s220/IMG_9244edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2421818807698886495.post-817963873650469958</id><published>2010-06-06T21:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T22:53:27.945+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><title type='text'>I'll read the tutorials next time, i promise.</title><content type='html'>This Sony Ericsson K550 was my first ever phone (got it in 2007 after PMR. Yes i am very behind time) which i am still using. It's a Cyber-shot phone, so i'd say the camera features were sufficiently impressive at that time, for a young girl of 15 like me. As most people know, i was never an expert in electronic gadgets, and i refuse to surrender myself to asking help from a manual, reason being as obvious as possible - TLDR. Anyway, the very first day i got the phone, i messed around with it, changed all sorts of settings, and most importantly, the camera settings. I never bothered trying each and every type of setting as some of them look almost the same to me. There is this focus thing, with which you change the focus of the lens to macro or infinite. Me being the technology dummy, chose the one that snaps a picture the easiest, not caring what effects it has on the picture (camera phone in the hands of a kampung amoi, what you expect?!). I'm pretty sure you've all guessed by now, that for almost 3 years, i've stuck with that setting, never once questioning the quality of the picture despite occasional grumbling of how blur the object is when it is really near. I simply thought, "Oh well, phones were meant for calls, not photography."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just moments ago, i discovered my incredibly foolish doings as i randomly browsed my pictures folder. I casually check the settings of the camera function and tried the macro focus. Boy, was i dumbstruck or what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is the story of the silliness of one confused and befuddled adult who is about to study photography and still can't operate a camera phone properly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2421818807698886495-817963873650469958?l=kelliekan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/feeds/817963873650469958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2010/06/ill-read-tutorials-next-time-i-promise.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/817963873650469958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/817963873650469958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2010/06/ill-read-tutorials-next-time-i-promise.html' title='I&apos;ll read the tutorials next time, i promise.'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04612318311092900802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qYFKgg-qeIk/TolcIXN0oyI/AAAAAAAABVk/V9s64Nk8HPI/s220/IMG_9244edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2421818807698886495.post-4100609099536080367</id><published>2010-06-04T21:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T23:13:20.967+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Permata Dunia</title><content type='html'>Finally it’s the end of May, which marks the beginning of my university life. I went to my brother’s place with all the stuffs I needed to bring and stayed there for a few days. Dajie and Erjie were there as well. On Registration Day, Daddy drove us all (except Kor and Daisou who were in Singapore) to Cyberjaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 01&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything was a blur. I registered at the hall but did not meet anyone I know. After a briefing on things freshies need to know (hostel application and whatnots), I went to the hostel to check in and move my stuffs. Luckily, I was fast enough to bag the single bed (which doesn’t include the table). Shortly afterwards, my roommates arrived as I moved my belongings to the room. One is Hui Hui from Port Dickson and Pei Ling from Terengganu. Both are FCM foundation year students like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, the orientation programme begins. We were divided into groups (there were simply too many students) and I was separated from my roommates. After that was a rehearsal for tomorrow’s Opening Ceremony.  We were only released at around 12. To sum it all, first day of orientation was boring and tiring. Nothing lifted my spirits and there weren’t any friends to talk to, except for the group mates who kept to themselves. And I bet the catering was the cheapest one they could find because never in my life have I tasted such rock hard chicken meat. Okay, maybe I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 02&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A role call at 6.45 a.m. is not a good way to kick start a new day. I was left tired and unprepared for anything although I was not late (latecomers are always punished by the DMs). After breakfast was the Opening Ceremony.  I can’t quite remember what happened because I was probably asleep at that time. The programmes are never on time, so the time table for orientation week serves as a by-product of dead trees for doodling purposes only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day, at 1.45 pm after lunch, there will be a role call for everyone to be on time for the programmes. What we did not expect was a role call under the hot sun burning our skin and probably mutating our skin to produce cancerous skin cells. If you shaved my head, I might be able to fry an egg for you. What’s worse is that for every role call, we need to sing the university song, Permata Dunia for at least two times. Vigorous emotion and fiery passion were expected from us while singing. I’ll tell you what’s fiery – MY FLIPPIN’ HEAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were briefings by various organizations and divisions of the university, some of which are rather important. Other than that, I never paid much attention. Group activities were not much fun since I was tired all the time, though I did begin to make friends with a number of the members.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 03&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Briefings, Permata Dunia, briefings, Permata Dunia and more briefings. And Permata Dunia. And a treasure hunt at night. Mud and frogs were all i could remember. No i did not like anything, but again, i was too tired to care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i lay on my bed at night, i couldn't go to sleep. All of a sudden, i sang Home in my mind; i just couldn't get it out of my mind. For some reason, an image of Mummy came up on my mind, and i started crying till i slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 04&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the same thing as before. Except for the crying. I HAVE NO IDEA HOW PEOPLE PREVENT THEMSELVES FROM DOZING OFF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 05&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to know more friends, yay me. Me, Hui Hui and Camille talked and laughed our heads off in the library. It's fun to talk about chest hairs and Colonel Sanders as neighbour's garden gnome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KlaxSkWgV2Q/TAkPLqPfmOI/AAAAAAAAA5U/VCfFk_YpnCg/s1600/DSC00526.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 191px; height: 255px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KlaxSkWgV2Q/TAkPLqPfmOI/AAAAAAAAA5U/VCfFk_YpnCg/s320/DSC00526.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478927114665171170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2421818807698886495-4100609099536080367?l=kelliekan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/feeds/4100609099536080367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2010/06/finally-its-end-of-may-which-marks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/4100609099536080367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/4100609099536080367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2010/06/finally-its-end-of-may-which-marks.html' title='Permata Dunia'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04612318311092900802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qYFKgg-qeIk/TolcIXN0oyI/AAAAAAAABVk/V9s64Nk8HPI/s220/IMG_9244edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KlaxSkWgV2Q/TAkPLqPfmOI/AAAAAAAAA5U/VCfFk_YpnCg/s72-c/DSC00526.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2421818807698886495.post-1185447443329828404</id><published>2010-05-22T21:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T23:14:50.188+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>6 Days</title><content type='html'>Time has passed so quickly without me knowing, that i have only 6 days left before i leave for university. It really does come as a shock when you wake up in the morning, look around, then suddenly came to understand that you only have 168 hours left in your home, the place you were born in, the home you've lived in for more than 17 years. I stood there for a minute, trying to figure out what exactly is happening. For months, i thought i was mentally prepared to embrace university life and begin a new journey as an independent adult. Now, i am not so sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going down memory lane, i realize that the memory i miss the most is not going out with friends or meeting a famous person in real life, but  spending time together with my family. Whether we're having dinner, or  just sitting in the living room, talking, simply being together is a really comforting thought for me. Of course, it would be the same situation if we were younger and living under the same roof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Erjie left Kluang to further her studies in MMU, relatives and friends of my parents would say, "One more to go and you both can live without worries... Just a few years before the youngest one graduates!" I've never considered much about that happening, despite the silent crying i have done almost every morning for about a week. Before this, i was always excited about leaving this small town and become a part of a modern society of people from our generation. I could barely wait till i started working and prove myself worthy of all the goals i have set during my younger, naive days. It wasn't until i considered all the hardships i would have to go through and the sacrifices i would have to make that i have come to the conclusion that home will always be the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A place for comfort when i feel unloved and unappreciated. A place for shelter from the wind and storm. A place where the door will always be open when i needed it. A place overflowing with love and affection. A place called home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"And just maybe i can convince time to slow up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Giving me enough time in my life to grow up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Time be my friend, let me start again"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2421818807698886495-1185447443329828404?l=kelliekan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/feeds/1185447443329828404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2010/05/6-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/1185447443329828404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/1185447443329828404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2010/05/6-days.html' title='6 Days'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04612318311092900802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qYFKgg-qeIk/TolcIXN0oyI/AAAAAAAABVk/V9s64Nk8HPI/s220/IMG_9244edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2421818807698886495.post-4276476615742995977</id><published>2010-05-09T02:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T02:53:19.396+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Harry Potter'/><title type='text'>BEST HARRY POTTER CAST VIDEO EVER.</title><content type='html'>Okay, not so sure but really, it could be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="520" height="316"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UpCuvsT5mr8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UpCuvsT5mr8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="520" height="316"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2421818807698886495-4276476615742995977?l=kelliekan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/feeds/4276476615742995977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2010/05/best-harry-potter-cast-video-ever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/4276476615742995977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/4276476615742995977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2010/05/best-harry-potter-cast-video-ever.html' title='BEST HARRY POTTER CAST VIDEO EVER.'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04612318311092900802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qYFKgg-qeIk/TolcIXN0oyI/AAAAAAAABVk/V9s64Nk8HPI/s220/IMG_9244edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2421818807698886495.post-6438491996477780014</id><published>2010-05-06T12:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T12:50:23.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DREAMS DO NOT COME TRUE.</title><content type='html'>Last night, i had a really bad dream, almost a nightmare. IT WAS TERRIBLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up in my room and i realized it's 31st of May, which happens to be the day Orientation Week starts. It was already 11.00 am, and i was still in Kluang. I started panicking and my dad was like, "No worries..." Then suddenly, my sister appeared as well, and said "You can still make it, don't cry..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, it doesn't make sense to me either. Then i woke up, and i almost cried because i was so worried it might come true. It wasn't long before i realized that it's impossible though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2421818807698886495-6438491996477780014?l=kelliekan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/feeds/6438491996477780014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2010/05/dreams-do-not-come-true.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/6438491996477780014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/6438491996477780014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2010/05/dreams-do-not-come-true.html' title='DREAMS DO NOT COME TRUE.'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04612318311092900802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qYFKgg-qeIk/TolcIXN0oyI/AAAAAAAABVk/V9s64Nk8HPI/s220/IMG_9244edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2421818807698886495.post-9188604644386759617</id><published>2010-05-04T03:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T23:38:39.922+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreaming'/><title type='text'>Lucid Dreaming</title><content type='html'>For years, especially during childhood years, i've been trying to figure  out what that strange dream-like sensations i very often go through  as i fall asleep is. Every time it happens, i will hear noises that seems  to be rummaging my brain cells. Not to mention those scary hallucinations i get during such dreams. Once i saw a floating  spirit-thing in a black cloak with green electric lightning around the  room. I could feel myself sweating and my eyes straining, but i managed to wake up. How? By shaking my head vigorously. Sort  of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"A lucid dream is a dream in which the  sleeper is aware that he or she is  dreaming. When the dreamer is  lucid, he or she can actively participate  in and often manipulate the  imaginary experiences in the dream  environment."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You  should know that when you're lucid dreaming and you try to move, but you  just won't budge. It is because your body is already paralyzed, or in  sleeping mode. Which means shaking your head doesn't actually work. Instead, you need to  concentrate hard and tell yourself to wake up (in your mind). There are other ways but this is just how i do it, because it works and i find it interestingly pleasurable at times, unless i'm extremely tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to what i read from the internet, some food or medication can induce lucid dreaming. The simplest way though, is too lay on your back, arms on each side and stay still, but you must stay awake. Your brain will send signals to your body to see if you're ready to sleep, such as getting an itch, changing your body position, wanting to blink or move your eyeballs. You need to ignore these impulses. After 20 to 30 minutes, you will feel a weight on your chest, and you might start hearing the noises. This means you're in sleep paralysis. Open your eyes, and you'll begin to hallucinate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some interesting tests you may try to check if you're really dreaming. Flipping a light switch, for example, will do nothing. If you look into the mirror, you will never see yourself. The image could be something frightening or simply distorted. Other than that, you can check the time on a digital clock, look away and then look back. The time is usually made of random numbers, sometimes letters or even  strange characters (this trick probably won't work with analog clocks).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you realize that you are really dreaming, your mind will try to wake up. To stay dreaming, the most effective way is to spin your body in a circle (in your dream, of course).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also experienced false awakening, which means that i dreamt of waking up from a lucid dream. It is so convincing at times that i actually fell for it, till i realized that the weird noises still won't go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fun part about lucid dreaming is that you can control what you're dreaming of, and it's really... real, as in, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dream&lt;/span&gt;-real. Many a times, i'd dream about nice things happening to me, but i was strangely too aware of the background noise until i woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, ever since i read about lucid dreaming and was eager to try out the little experiments (i'm still not too keen on the mirror thing though), i couldn't stay sleep paralyzed. My mind will know when i start lucid dreaming and i get all excited, then i'll wake up. Bummer. Hopefully, i'll be smart enough to "spin my body in a circle", however they do it, the next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2421818807698886495-9188604644386759617?l=kelliekan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/feeds/9188604644386759617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2010/05/lucid-dreaming.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/9188604644386759617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/9188604644386759617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2010/05/lucid-dreaming.html' title='Lucid Dreaming'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04612318311092900802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qYFKgg-qeIk/TolcIXN0oyI/AAAAAAAABVk/V9s64Nk8HPI/s220/IMG_9244edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2421818807698886495.post-4858248797400598100</id><published>2010-05-04T02:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T03:08:32.785+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Iron Man 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WI-tSgbbidA/S6p2Xoa97QI/AAAAAAAAA8k/YRsk9_IajZA/s1600/ironman2intlposter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 436px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WI-tSgbbidA/S6p2Xoa97QI/AAAAAAAAA8k/YRsk9_IajZA/s1600/ironman2intlposter.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother, sisters and i went to watch Iron Man 2 ages ago, but me being an old ostrich kept forgetting to blog about it. It was Labour Day, so practically everyone in Kluang is out and about in town. WONDERFUL. Movie tickets sold out after we reached the cinema, so thank goodness we already booked tickets online. 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verdict: I'd say i'm loving Robert Downey Jr. more and more everyday, but it wasn't enough; other than the snazzy CGI effects, impressive set pieces and moderately witty screenplay, RDJ was probably the sole selling point of the entire movie. Okay, maybe Scarlett Johansson as well. I was expecting much more of her though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4/5&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2421818807698886495-4858248797400598100?l=kelliekan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/feeds/4858248797400598100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2010/05/iron-man-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/4858248797400598100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/4858248797400598100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2010/05/iron-man-2.html' title='Iron Man 2'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04612318311092900802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qYFKgg-qeIk/TolcIXN0oyI/AAAAAAAABVk/V9s64Nk8HPI/s220/IMG_9244edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WI-tSgbbidA/S6p2Xoa97QI/AAAAAAAAA8k/YRsk9_IajZA/s72-c/ironman2intlposter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2421818807698886495.post-3074617442438584524</id><published>2010-04-30T22:07:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T22:16:22.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Blog Skin</title><content type='html'>Oh, silly me. I forgot to mention this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new blog skin is superbly adorable but of course, i was never like this all the time. I went from noob to punk to vintage to hipster to... me. It was certainly fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mind you, this blog skin took me the entire morning to fix. And i mean before the sun was up. Something was wrong with the code, or maybe i accidentally deleted a part of it and replaced it with my nuffnang ads thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess i'm still a noob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You better comment on how goddamn awesome it is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2421818807698886495-3074617442438584524?l=kelliekan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/feeds/3074617442438584524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2010/04/new-blog-skin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/3074617442438584524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/3074617442438584524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2010/04/new-blog-skin.html' title='New Blog Skin'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04612318311092900802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qYFKgg-qeIk/TolcIXN0oyI/AAAAAAAABVk/V9s64Nk8HPI/s220/IMG_9244edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2421818807698886495.post-7047675663319802800</id><published>2010-04-30T20:19:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T16:08:21.724+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='haters gon&apos; hate'/><title type='text'>Facebook Fail</title><content type='html'>For now, i'm attempting to release years of strenuous pressure, depression and angst buried deep,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; deep&lt;/span&gt; down inside me. By doing so, readers might be easily offended or annoyed. Or they'll just quit reading this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HATE&lt;/span&gt; ATTENTION SEEKERS.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be like, "Oh, me too. They're like, sooo annoying..." because in your heart, you know, you are one of them too. I can't deny, sometimes i let my emotions get the better of me. I can become one seriously irritating, cuss cuss cuss as well. But i'm not like that all the time, everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What i'm trying to say is, A LOT of people say one thing, but do another. I'll take the simplest example known to mankind - a Facebook status.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Below is an edited, non-copyrighted example i quoted from Facebook:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Should i tell her~ The truth will hurt but she's my friend~ I'M SO CONFUSED!!!"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... with a couple of typos and grammatical errors along the way. Which annoys the hell out of the Grammar Nazi in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Lyrics quotes count as well unless you do it very often and people think you're just sadistically emotional all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter though, if no one commented on it or even noticed it. No harm done. But when people actually starts giving them all the attention they yearn for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"-insert freakishly hipster advice(s) about life and relationships-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Ya... Haha thanks:)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"What happened??"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Oh... Nothing... It's a secret~ ^o^"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Person-who-really-has-no-life liked this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;WTH?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WTAGDMFH?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (if you can guess what this stands for, i salute you.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is wrong with our generation? What have we done wrong to deserve such social conflicts of retardation and stupidity? I feel like showering them with triangles and alternative music to let them realize what they are actually doing. (Just kidding.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I hate triangles.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till today, i still can't see the point of them doing that, other than, of course, ATTENTION HOARS. They want to show the whole world how melancholic and  complicated their life is, so that people would show concern and pity or mere friendly affection. They want people to know something's going on, yet they are not brave enough to tell the truth as it is. The whole story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it's like a really important secret you're keeping for someone, or some problems regarding someone who's identity you need to conceal, WHY ON HOLY NIRVANA IS THAT THING DOING ON THE INTERNET?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, if you need to vent your frustration, do it on a pillow or a private blog or even write it down on a piece of paper and burn it. Talking to a friend helps too. Either that, or you just solve the problem like a man. Not literally, but like an honest, down to earth, civilized person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None of those suggestions is applicable to you? Then just shut up. If it's not some majorly complicated problem you can't solve, it's minor enough for you to keep mum about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so you know, some people can be easily affected by such comments, be it hurtful or cynically innocent. All those overtly abusive use of pronouns confuses them and they start guessing whether it was something they did that caused the person to write them. Not everyone's a diva who's too high and mighty to care about what you think. (Unless you mean to hurt them. Then you're just plain mean and you need to be banned from society.) A lot more misunderstandings can build up between each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, there are cases out there of young people committing suicide because of insults and comments exposing their secrets made about them directly. Not face to face, but on social networking sites where everyone can see it, complete information and all. Like i said, they need to learn to deal with issues in a civilized manner. How to do that, you ask? GO TALK TO YOUR SCHOOL COUNSELOR AND GET SOME PAMPHLETS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This applies to verbal communication as well. Muttering to themselves about how unfair life is, all the problems they have to deal with but when asked what problems they have, they'll say "Oh, uhh, nothing major. Hahahah~" If you accidentally spill something, then you need to clear up the mess. Don't create something out of nothing. Don't worry if your life isn't as fantastical as you hoped it to be, because it doesn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*This message is not directed to anyone that i know in particular, because i know so many people who are like that. And i'm sick of it. Oh by the way, i think i've mentioned this in another post before, but it was more summarized. Heee, i just don't give a damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2421818807698886495-7047675663319802800?l=kelliekan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/feeds/7047675663319802800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2010/04/facebook-fail.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/7047675663319802800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/7047675663319802800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2010/04/facebook-fail.html' title='Facebook Fail'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04612318311092900802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qYFKgg-qeIk/TolcIXN0oyI/AAAAAAAABVk/V9s64Nk8HPI/s220/IMG_9244edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2421818807698886495.post-8384832551447533647</id><published>2010-04-30T12:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T12:43:29.375+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='videos'/><title type='text'>Ukraine's got talent alright.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Cri7aQHRT7k&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Cri7aQHRT7k&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2421818807698886495-8384832551447533647?l=kelliekan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/feeds/8384832551447533647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2010/04/ukraines-got-talent-alright.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/8384832551447533647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/8384832551447533647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2010/04/ukraines-got-talent-alright.html' title='Ukraine&apos;s got talent alright.'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04612318311092900802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qYFKgg-qeIk/TolcIXN0oyI/AAAAAAAABVk/V9s64Nk8HPI/s220/IMG_9244edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2421818807698886495.post-5847892697915389220</id><published>2010-04-26T01:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T18:03:43.207+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>I've been rather busy</title><content type='html'>with almost nothing. Although i've tried changing my bed time (result of not getting to go out with my family for breakfast, hunger at wrong hours and lifeless midnights), eating more fruits with high vitamin C content (stronger determination after receiving countless teasing from friends in just one night), helping my mum with stuffs and stopped midnight snacking, not much has changed. My skin colour, perhaps, but that may be another hallucination i have during the wee hours of the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just yesterday (technically, it's the day before since it's 2 a.m. now), my friends and i watched Ice-Kacang Puppy Love. It was hilarious yet unorthodox at the same time. Certainly a quality local film, but only for Malaysians or maybe Singaporeans. It's really difficult for foreigners to understand our culture, even though we've done so for decades. The only thing that puzzles me is the end; why the hell did a Nicholas Teo popped up all of a sudden?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before that, we went window shopping for a bit, just for the sake of it. It's kinda fun actually, strolling down the aisle of almost everywhere - we looked at towels, pillows and baby products in Parkson. There were so many things to look at, though talking was the fun bit of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time didn't fly quickly enough, so we had to sit down for a cup of tea in Old Taste and chat a bit. Naturally, all we talked about was school life and our plans for later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of my classmates are going to study matriculation together; a number of them got Selangor. I've heard about some school rules there, and it sounded like a pretty strict, boring place to me. Luckily it's only for one year. A few have gone to Singapore to study in polytechnic school, while some others applied for teacher training college. Obviously, our term breaks are gonna clash, so chances of meeting up are scarce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dajie came back by the way. Other than that, my life has been oddly uneventful. All i ever do is sit in front of my laptop and watch movies or drama series, or browse Tumblr, or do some work on GIMP. Nah, it's probably just Tumblr. And Skins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current addiction includes Skins, Glee, SNSD, Timeout chocolate bars and driving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd drive everyday if i could.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2421818807698886495-5847892697915389220?l=kelliekan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/feeds/5847892697915389220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2010/04/ive-been-rather-busy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/5847892697915389220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/5847892697915389220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2010/04/ive-been-rather-busy.html' title='I&apos;ve been rather busy'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04612318311092900802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qYFKgg-qeIk/TolcIXN0oyI/AAAAAAAABVk/V9s64Nk8HPI/s220/IMG_9244edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2421818807698886495.post-1061740734133038838</id><published>2010-04-12T23:50:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T00:56:44.493+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Of Hurricanes, Pregnancy and Toilet Food</title><content type='html'>My epic blog post about a few crazy people stranded on the streets of KL starts. Now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 01&lt;/span&gt; (Friday)&lt;br /&gt;The journey started at 8.30 am or so. We arrived at the Puduraya bus station after a 3 hour something bus ride with Kai Hui waiting for us there. We went to her house in Salak Selatan to drop the luggage bags and then out to the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KlaxSkWgV2Q/S8REGguHA-I/AAAAAAAAA40/PM1-tmw1Pf4/s1600/DSC06334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 187px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KlaxSkWgV2Q/S8REGguHA-I/AAAAAAAAA40/PM1-tmw1Pf4/s320/DSC06334.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459563526933119970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Narnia kitchen, anybody?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch was in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gasoline Cafe&lt;/span&gt; in Berjaya Times Square.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating&lt;/b&gt;: 3.5/5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;The good&lt;/b&gt;: Nice setting - very Taiwanese. Food was better than what i expected, and the servings are quite big too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;The average&lt;/b&gt;: Cleanliness was so-so. Price is average for restaurants like these.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;The bad&lt;/b&gt;: Crappy service from snobbish, unfriendly waiters. They probably forgot to make the drinks, but when we asked for it again, they totally ignored it. When we were about to leave, the drinks arrived. What is that flippery?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Would i go back&lt;/b&gt;: Maybe. On a good day when everyone's too busy to have their meal there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kai Hui had to rush back for class which leaves us five. In the city. Only wise thing to do? SHOPSHOPSHOPSHOPSHOP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jie Yi got pregnant in the process of everything. My god, John is so fast! (inside joke)&lt;br /&gt;Some few hours later, we went to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;T-bowl Concept Restaurant&lt;/span&gt; in Sungei Wang for dinner. You know weird things are bound to happen when 6 crazy people enter a toilet-themed restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KlaxSkWgV2Q/S8NGuo5xCbI/AAAAAAAAA38/2AmjZD0gHig/s1600/DSC06333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 206px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KlaxSkWgV2Q/S8NGuo5xCbI/AAAAAAAAA38/2AmjZD0gHig/s320/DSC06333.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459284940370807218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KlaxSkWgV2Q/S8NGv-XiHzI/AAAAAAAAA4M/y_pqt_khYIg/s1600/DSC00454.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 273px; height: 205px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KlaxSkWgV2Q/S8NGv-XiHzI/AAAAAAAAA4M/y_pqt_khYIg/s320/DSC00454.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459284963312672562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KlaxSkWgV2Q/S8NGvQ8yF3I/AAAAAAAAA4E/d87tkyxCuek/s1600/DSC00460.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 206px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KlaxSkWgV2Q/S8NGvQ8yF3I/AAAAAAAAA4E/d87tkyxCuek/s320/DSC00460.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459284951120877426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There aren't any humans in this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KlaxSkWgV2Q/S8NGwfORBsI/AAAAAAAAA4U/JEGSsAEhqwU/s1600/DSC00441.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 184px; height: 245px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KlaxSkWgV2Q/S8NGwfORBsI/AAAAAAAAA4U/JEGSsAEhqwU/s320/DSC00441.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459284972132173506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Note the horny look on Jie Yi's face while watching Soh doing her business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KlaxSkWgV2Q/S8Q2PzRSuGI/AAAAAAAAA4c/a_c26gmWuB0/s1600/DSC00462.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 183px; height: 245px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KlaxSkWgV2Q/S8Q2PzRSuGI/AAAAAAAAA4c/a_c26gmWuB0/s320/DSC00462.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459548293368559714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well aren't you naughty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KlaxSkWgV2Q/S8Q2QZ3N9PI/AAAAAAAAA4k/VZmsPnpLcFw/s1600/DSC00449.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 186px; height: 248px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KlaxSkWgV2Q/S8Q2QZ3N9PI/AAAAAAAAA4k/VZmsPnpLcFw/s320/DSC00449.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459548303728178418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's one helluva ice cream poop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KlaxSkWgV2Q/S8Q2QkrbYvI/AAAAAAAAA4s/8pXHu5oX-eU/s1600/DSC00436.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 185px; height: 244px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KlaxSkWgV2Q/S8Q2QkrbYvI/AAAAAAAAA4s/8pXHu5oX-eU/s320/DSC00436.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459548306631516914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; butt you're staring at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating&lt;/b&gt;: 3.5/5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;The good&lt;/b&gt;: Environment and decoration. Self-explanatory.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;The average&lt;/b&gt;: Price range was the usual expensive but since it's a restaurant in a shopping mall for teenagers~ The service was a little slow but they had so many customers coming in at once! At least they didn't forget the order.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;The bad&lt;/b&gt;: Food was terrible (for a price like that) but once again, IT'S A CONCEPT RESTAURANT. BOLEH TENGOK, TAK BOLEH SENTUH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 02&lt;/span&gt; (Saturday)&lt;br /&gt;Kai Hui was already off to Cameron Highlands when we woke up. Again, we went to the city, this time to Lowyat. I finally got my laptop bag! Da Jie called me all of a sudden, mistaking me for Er Jie and asking me if i knew i was in KL. Haha. Finally she told me to help her look for portable DVD players. -_-&lt;br /&gt;Since we were in the city already, we just went shopping in Times Square and Sungei Wang again. This time, we went home earlier and had dinner in an LOL-worthy malay restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;On it's menu, it listed it's branch restaurants, including a future branch in Beijing, China and Berlin, Germany. The only reason we went there was because of Kai Hui's recommendation of the chicken chop (which none of us ordered). The service there sucks as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 03&lt;/span&gt; (Sunday)&lt;br /&gt;The day Soh had to go back home because of work. We went to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Petaling Street&lt;/span&gt;. The weather was exceptionally sunny and hot that day. Fortunately, there was a stall selling soy milk and cincau drinks - we were much attracted to it because of our thirst instead of the newspaper cutout of an article on the stall. We even had some famed flavoured mochi covered in crushed nuts and sugar. The old lady selling it was a dear. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went to Kota Raya but there were so many foreigners and immigrants around, we decided to have a cuppa java in Starbucks.Not long after, we had to go to the bus station to get Soh's ticket back home and send her off. D:&lt;br /&gt;Kai Hui came back in the late afternoon, and we decided to go to Mid Valley. It was already raining heavily when we bought the tickets to go to Mid Valley via KTM. By the time we were standing on the cover walkway beside the waiting corridor, the wind was blowing from every direction, and we were soaked wet to the socks. Rubbish bins toppled over and we decided to go home instead, as predicted by Soh. (YAAAARRRGGGHHH!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;Upon reaching Salak Selatan, the rain already stopped...We had strawberries for dinner, and dear Jie Yi and Kai Hui bought us supper as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KlaxSkWgV2Q/S8REGwNkvuI/AAAAAAAAA48/bH_WzHEJgGM/s1600/DSC06335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 194px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KlaxSkWgV2Q/S8REGwNkvuI/AAAAAAAAA48/bH_WzHEJgGM/s320/DSC06335.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459563531091623650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KlaxSkWgV2Q/S8REHf4tdoI/AAAAAAAAA5E/7m-W_l1ECbY/s1600/DSC00478.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 187px; height: 248px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KlaxSkWgV2Q/S8REHf4tdoI/AAAAAAAAA5E/7m-W_l1ECbY/s320/DSC00478.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459563543889016450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Worst photobomb ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 04&lt;/span&gt; (Monday)&lt;br /&gt;is Karaoke Day!!!! We smuggled 5 sets of McDonalds McValue lunch into the room. Obviously, this meant Jie Yi getting pregnant again. Gosh, John, you have got to stop it! The baby was miscarried in the room though. I do believe the workers there already knew we had outside food, but it was certainly fun breaking rules. :P&lt;br /&gt;Before this, we already bought 6.00 pm tickets back to Kluang in Bukit Jalil (thanks to the renovation going on at Puduraya). It was already 5.45 pm when we reached Salak Selatan to get our luggage. Fortunately, we reached Bukit Jalil at 6.00 pm. Sharp. We had to run with bags to the bus with people staring at us all the way though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KlaxSkWgV2Q/S8RMTlFxS-I/AAAAAAAAA5M/WdeS5hmX_L8/s1600/DSC00496.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 241px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KlaxSkWgV2Q/S8RMTlFxS-I/AAAAAAAAA5M/WdeS5hmX_L8/s320/DSC00496.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459572547537423330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was fun, guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;"&gt;More pictures can be found on Facebook.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2421818807698886495-1061740734133038838?l=kelliekan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/feeds/1061740734133038838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2010/04/of-hurricanes-pregnancy-and-toilet-food.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/1061740734133038838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/1061740734133038838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2010/04/of-hurricanes-pregnancy-and-toilet-food.html' title='Of Hurricanes, Pregnancy and Toilet Food'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04612318311092900802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qYFKgg-qeIk/TolcIXN0oyI/AAAAAAAABVk/V9s64Nk8HPI/s220/IMG_9244edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KlaxSkWgV2Q/S8REGguHA-I/AAAAAAAAA40/PM1-tmw1Pf4/s72-c/DSC06334.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2421818807698886495.post-5358560439400172232</id><published>2010-04-08T21:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T21:13:01.848+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>GOING TO KL</title><content type='html'>with fransssss. ZOMGASDFHJKLGONNAHAVESOMUCHFUNYAY :D :D :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had to argue for a few times with my parents though. Not very happy about that part. And then my dad goes all, "I'll let you go if you apologize to Mummy for being rude..." and he gave me a stack of money and told me to take care and hugged me tight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Answered 'Yes' quickly and ran off to the bedroom to cry silently?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Guilty as charged.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2421818807698886495-5358560439400172232?l=kelliekan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/feeds/5358560439400172232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2010/04/going-to-kl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/5358560439400172232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/5358560439400172232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2010/04/going-to-kl.html' title='GOING TO KL'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04612318311092900802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qYFKgg-qeIk/TolcIXN0oyI/AAAAAAAABVk/V9s64Nk8HPI/s220/IMG_9244edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2421818807698886495.post-5021830363239115002</id><published>2010-03-21T02:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T03:00:02.411+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Skype</title><content type='html'>Never thought of using it, but i've made opening accounts for all sorts of social networking services an obsessive compulsive disorder. Why can't Windows Live Messenger work properly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Skype username: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kelliekan1223&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2421818807698886495-5021830363239115002?l=kelliekan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/feeds/5021830363239115002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2010/03/skype.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/5021830363239115002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/5021830363239115002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2010/03/skype.html' title='Skype'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04612318311092900802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qYFKgg-qeIk/TolcIXN0oyI/AAAAAAAABVk/V9s64Nk8HPI/s220/IMG_9244edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2421818807698886495.post-8138211558637259160</id><published>2010-03-17T02:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T03:07:00.630+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>So much to update, so little time.</title><content type='html'>No more intriguing and well thought of introductions, i haven't much time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.disneydreaming.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/11/Alice-In-Wonderland-Movie-Poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 363px; height: 535px;" src="http://www.disneydreaming.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/11/Alice-In-Wonderland-Movie-Poster.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I've watched Alice In Wonderland for the second time (first with Leng, then with Dajie). I was certainly keen on the first time, though it was a bit of the let down. The CGI wasn't exactly awesome, but i do like the Cheshire Cat, so full of mystery yet cheeky at times (though i never know Stephen Fry's voice to be so deep?). Helena Bonham Carter portraying the Red Queen was the most impressive of them all, and i must admit, i actually liked her more than Johnny Depp as the Mad Hatter. Off with their heads!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Yes i got a friggin' laptop. Thank you, Kor and Dajie (i heard they paid half of it each). I shall figure out how to operate it soon enough. A week should do the trick. Can't get used to the keypad though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Does it really matter if my wallet costs more than any outfits or accessories i own? (According to Erjie, it does.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I'm in Cyberjaya now, in Er Jie's dorm room. The connection speed here is unexpectedly slow. -after sister's rant- Okay fine, it's only for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Just watched Angus, Thongs and Perfect Snogging. Nice movie, though the ending was too predictable. Apparently, i've outgrown such movies. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I'm getting more followers on Tumblr. People are finally getting smarter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Thank you, Dajie for putting up with me for the past few days. And if i get worse than that, i'll probably have to write another thank you note to Erjie tomorrow as well (and shed some convincingly sincere tears too).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2421818807698886495-8138211558637259160?l=kelliekan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/feeds/8138211558637259160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2010/03/so-much-to-update-so-little-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/8138211558637259160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/8138211558637259160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2010/03/so-much-to-update-so-little-time.html' title='So much to update, so little time.'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04612318311092900802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qYFKgg-qeIk/TolcIXN0oyI/AAAAAAAABVk/V9s64Nk8HPI/s220/IMG_9244edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2421818807698886495.post-8031931485646723435</id><published>2010-03-12T21:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T21:14:37.962+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>I should be on hiatus now.</title><content type='html'>Since Chinese New Year, i've developed a nagging cough that has been bothering me for weeks. Finally i couldn't take it anymore, so Daddy took me to see a doctor. According to him, i have this problem called gastric reflux. My trachea (i think it is) is swollen thanks to the acid juices corroding it because i always laze around after a meal. So it's a technical problem; i just can't breathe properly. At least it's not contagious, so i won't have to practice self-quarantine and i still can go out. It's only irritating after meals or during sleep. I have to take some medicine for digestion and whatnots and wait for about a month before there are any effects. What a terrible day. The tablets are so flippin' enormous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps i should cut down computer time and walk around after every meal. Psshhh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2421818807698886495-8031931485646723435?l=kelliekan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/feeds/8031931485646723435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-should-be-on-hiatus-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/8031931485646723435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/8031931485646723435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-should-be-on-hiatus-now.html' title='I should be on hiatus now.'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04612318311092900802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qYFKgg-qeIk/TolcIXN0oyI/AAAAAAAABVk/V9s64Nk8HPI/s220/IMG_9244edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2421818807698886495.post-6018541367221815390</id><published>2010-03-11T17:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T23:46:20.386+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SPM'/><title type='text'>I'm contented.</title><content type='html'>I woke up to that silly Morning Call ringtone of mine at 7.30 am. Too early to be awake, but i still got up and prepared for school (sort of). For someone who's having problems sleeping earlier than 5 am, i'm pretty resolute. I went downstairs to find my mum already up and working on accounting stuffs. Still fresh from dreamland, i had a piece of bread then sat down on the deck chair, thinking about something sucking royal hippogriffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was then that i "woke up". It finally dawned to me the consequences of getting C's and not a single A+. All of a sudden, my stomach rumbled with fear and anxiety. My knees finally gave way and i couldn't think properly. I started calming myself down by breathing deep and slowly, which lead to the rushing of blood into my head. I hate that feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps a walk outside really does help one to calm down. At first, all i did was stare at the ground and keep moving. Then i realized how cool the air was and how peaceful the surrounding is. I never knew morning walks could be so refreshing and calming. Weishan sure took a lot of time to reach my house with a car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reached the mamak stall first but was soon followed by our gang of friends. As we ordered food and drinks, more people arrived. Everyone seemed so excited and we started talking about more things. At around 9 am, we all walked to school except the few lucky ones who could hitch a ride on Soh's car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School seemed to be buzzing with excitement but i couldn't care less. I was laughing and joking around with my friends along the walkway to the school hall. Things could be fine, after all... till i got nervous again. Something triggers your nerves and you're tense and awake. Then nothing seems to be happening so you start to loosen up a bit again. It was like that for me throughout the hour. Before Pn. Suhaili started her speech, i was already banging my head and wanting to go home. Leng sitting next to me starting pinching me. Wth, she's supposed to pinch herself to relieve stress and she pinched me pulak. Aiting on the other hand (literally) was squeezing my fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the results slips were given out, the LCD display showed us the results of the school in both district and state level. We did fairly well. Then it was the list of straight A students. Leng was one of them, but for some reason unknown, she cried on her way to get her results slip. The last time i saw her so agitated was... never. Upon reaching my turn, i quickly grabbed the paper from Pn. Kartini, carefully concealing the list of the grades i achieved. I ran to a corner, not knowing what to expect. Making a mental note to torture myself for every C i get, i opened it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise the lord, i haven't got a reason to. Then the tears came; i was overwhelmed with a mixture of relief, disappointment, joy, excitement...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all the hugs and cheers and tears and pats, we went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't cry, Weishan. You did really well; your only downfall was luck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still don't understand how my not answering phone calls can affect one's meal times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2421818807698886495-6018541367221815390?l=kelliekan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/feeds/6018541367221815390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-contented.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/6018541367221815390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/6018541367221815390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-contented.html' title='I&apos;m contented.'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04612318311092900802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qYFKgg-qeIk/TolcIXN0oyI/AAAAAAAABVk/V9s64Nk8HPI/s220/IMG_9244edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2421818807698886495.post-748449009423864695</id><published>2010-03-08T22:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T22:11:48.030+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>This Thursday,</title><content type='html'>I might laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might jump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might faint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might run amok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might break down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might... just sigh and go home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2421818807698886495-748449009423864695?l=kelliekan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/feeds/748449009423864695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2010/03/this-thursday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/748449009423864695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/748449009423864695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2010/03/this-thursday.html' title='This Thursday,'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04612318311092900802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qYFKgg-qeIk/TolcIXN0oyI/AAAAAAAABVk/V9s64Nk8HPI/s220/IMG_9244edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2421818807698886495.post-201192609392310931</id><published>2010-03-08T21:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T22:09:44.757+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Roxxy!</title><content type='html'>You're 18 already! D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We celebrated Roxxy's birthday yesterday since JY isn't free today. Wouldn't call it a "celebration" when all we did was eat. And try on shoes. Darn Summit didn't have my shoe size. #$%^&amp;amp;*!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we'll be going to Leng's house since there will be a disruption of electricity supply in Taman Sri Kluang. We shall shop and sing and have fun. But that'll mean i have to get up earlier in the morning for driving lessons with Daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so mad with my mum now. Note that i said "my mum" instead of "Mummy". Yes, i'm that angry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2421818807698886495-201192609392310931?l=kelliekan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/feeds/201192609392310931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2010/03/happy-birthday-roxxy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/201192609392310931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/201192609392310931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2010/03/happy-birthday-roxxy.html' title='Happy Birthday, Roxxy!'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04612318311092900802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qYFKgg-qeIk/TolcIXN0oyI/AAAAAAAABVk/V9s64Nk8HPI/s220/IMG_9244edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2421818807698886495.post-7335838905628309635</id><published>2010-03-03T02:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T02:10:55.075+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Blahbergtacht</title><content type='html'>I should close down this blog. It's pathetic. -_-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2421818807698886495-7335838905628309635?l=kelliekan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/feeds/7335838905628309635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2010/03/blahbergtacht.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/7335838905628309635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/7335838905628309635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2010/03/blahbergtacht.html' title='Blahbergtacht'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04612318311092900802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qYFKgg-qeIk/TolcIXN0oyI/AAAAAAAABVk/V9s64Nk8HPI/s220/IMG_9244edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2421818807698886495.post-635234316411754706</id><published>2010-02-24T18:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T18:48:59.049+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>I was in Ravenclaw, yes.</title><content type='html'>Going to school tomorrow to check out the performance of students in sports. Hopefully Blue house will live up to everyone's expectations. We were champions for about 7 years in a row before (the 70's, to be exact)! After that we might be going to have some tea. And perhaps, a mahjong session in Leng's house at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2421818807698886495-635234316411754706?l=kelliekan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/feeds/635234316411754706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-was-in-ravenclaw-yes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/635234316411754706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/635234316411754706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-was-in-ravenclaw-yes.html' title='I was in Ravenclaw, yes.'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04612318311092900802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qYFKgg-qeIk/TolcIXN0oyI/AAAAAAAABVk/V9s64Nk8HPI/s220/IMG_9244edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2421818807698886495.post-9002215321914963634</id><published>2010-02-24T18:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T18:45:19.362+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>I Own. (the Road)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I'm a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;legal&lt;/span&gt; driver. Period.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&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/2421818807698886495-9002215321914963634?l=kelliekan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/feeds/9002215321914963634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-own-road.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/9002215321914963634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/9002215321914963634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-own-road.html' title='I Own. (the Road)'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04612318311092900802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qYFKgg-qeIk/TolcIXN0oyI/AAAAAAAABVk/V9s64Nk8HPI/s220/IMG_9244edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2421818807698886495.post-1635247433602115358</id><published>2010-02-22T21:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T21:23:00.343+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Oh yeah,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KlaxSkWgV2Q/S4KE4QPA_hI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/lHvbGupp40A/s1600-h/twincest+is+so+right.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 236px; height: 172px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KlaxSkWgV2Q/S4KE4QPA_hI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/lHvbGupp40A/s320/twincest+is+so+right.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441057401782468114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LOL, gotta love 'em.&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/2421818807698886495-1635247433602115358?l=kelliekan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/feeds/1635247433602115358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2010/02/oh-yeah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/1635247433602115358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/1635247433602115358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2010/02/oh-yeah.html' title='Oh yeah,'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04612318311092900802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qYFKgg-qeIk/TolcIXN0oyI/AAAAAAAABVk/V9s64Nk8HPI/s220/IMG_9244edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KlaxSkWgV2Q/S4KE4QPA_hI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/lHvbGupp40A/s72-c/twincest+is+so+right.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2421818807698886495.post-966977945090775508</id><published>2010-02-22T21:07:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T21:20:41.711+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>LL Spam Time</title><content type='html'>As promised (whether you like it or not)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KlaxSkWgV2Q/S4KDxsszLQI/AAAAAAAAA3I/gf1PmasFD3c/s1600-h/Logan+Lerman+as+Percy+Jackson+01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KlaxSkWgV2Q/S4KDxsszLQI/AAAAAAAAA3I/gf1PmasFD3c/s320/Logan+Lerman+as+Percy+Jackson+01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441056189652872450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He's obviously the main reason i watched Percy Jackson &amp;amp; The Lightning Thief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KlaxSkWgV2Q/S4KB45hCJ3I/AAAAAAAAA24/7NfApv3uFHQ/s1600-h/Logan+Lerman+04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 196px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KlaxSkWgV2Q/S4KB45hCJ3I/AAAAAAAAA24/7NfApv3uFHQ/s320/Logan+Lerman+04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441054114329012082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, a GUITAR?! YAAAARGGGGHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KlaxSkWgV2Q/S4KB38ryaAI/AAAAAAAAA2g/Z_PGCYyimXU/s1600-h/Logan+Lerman+01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 204px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KlaxSkWgV2Q/S4KB38ryaAI/AAAAAAAAA2g/Z_PGCYyimXU/s320/Logan+Lerman+01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441054097999554562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't this just melts your heart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KlaxSkWgV2Q/S4KB5VBPN6I/AAAAAAAAA3A/oI_PVVLAlNE/s1600-h/Logan+Lerman+06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KlaxSkWgV2Q/S4KB5VBPN6I/AAAAAAAAA3A/oI_PVVLAlNE/s320/Logan+Lerman+06.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441054121711843234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le gasp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how Tumblr tortures me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2421818807698886495-966977945090775508?l=kelliekan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/feeds/966977945090775508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2010/02/ll-spam-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/966977945090775508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/966977945090775508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2010/02/ll-spam-time.html' title='LL Spam Time'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04612318311092900802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qYFKgg-qeIk/TolcIXN0oyI/AAAAAAAABVk/V9s64Nk8HPI/s220/IMG_9244edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KlaxSkWgV2Q/S4KDxsszLQI/AAAAAAAAA3I/gf1PmasFD3c/s72-c/Logan+Lerman+as+Percy+Jackson+01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2421818807698886495.post-3748075145589882474</id><published>2010-02-22T20:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T21:06:45.672+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>High On Booze (NOT)</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was supposed to be a dull day for me, but then a text message came:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We're all outside, join us if you can.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, the wise thing to do would be to follow it. Besides, i needed to get a few stuffs from the hypermarket. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leng, JY, Kai Hui and Soh were all in Kluang Mall when i arrived. And there was some "devastating" news - which shall (of course) not be mentioned publicly here - regarding our friend. Yep, keep guessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a last minute but rather smart decision to sleep over at Leng's house for the night, since we were going to spend quite some time out during the night - Daddy wouldn't be pleased to hear it, but i already told him 95% of the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While in Leng's house, we watched 《一个好爸爸》 (Run Papa Run) starring Louis Khoo and Rene Liu. Quite a nice movie. I managed to take a bath and then watch some epic parts of You're Beautiful - supermarket scene, bus scene, signing up for fan club scene, Mi Nam and Tae Kyung's MV scene etc. Yes, i still cried while watching the bus scene. Couldn't help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soh was the driver as usual. We went to Ozo to hang out a bit. Sitting at the the table beside us was this lady eating some kind of nuts (don't know the name in English) she brought herself. Happenings there will not be disclosed here - 'twas too embarrassing. We had a song dedicated for our friend too. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went to Kai Hui's house for some privacy &lt;strike&gt;because cops usually don't turn up at your doorstep in the dead of the night to catch you gambling and drinking when you're underage&lt;/strike&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, we all got really high and whoozy after a few games of Blackjack, Donkey (different name in Chinese), Chor Dai Di, Heart Attack and a card game which name i don't know. No money involved - only pistachios, aka Happy Nuts and some "expired" red wine. x_x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps JY's redden face and Kai Hui's retarded speech was the sign for us to go home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2421818807698886495-3748075145589882474?l=kelliekan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/feeds/3748075145589882474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2010/02/high-on-booze-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/3748075145589882474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/3748075145589882474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2010/02/high-on-booze-not.html' title='High On Booze (NOT)'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04612318311092900802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qYFKgg-qeIk/TolcIXN0oyI/AAAAAAAABVk/V9s64Nk8HPI/s220/IMG_9244edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2421818807698886495.post-1374936239516626906</id><published>2010-02-21T15:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T15:47:09.363+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>Again,</title><content type='html'>i've forgotten to update my blog. There aren't much to talk about anyway. Other than a little CNY gathering and visiting, and Daddy's birthday celebration (brought forward because my sisters wouldn't be able to make it on the 26th.), things have been pretty normal and boring. Let's see, a list of surprising and "uplifting" news:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Felicia&lt;/span&gt; made it to the CNY gathering. Hmmmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;The 24th of February - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;driving exam&lt;/span&gt;. @_@"&lt;br /&gt;I applied for the foundation course in Business IT in INTI through the internet.&lt;br /&gt;Love is in the air, for real. /does the eyebrow thing&lt;br /&gt;and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my Rubik's cube is finally back to it's original form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh god, that was lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna do some editing on my latest avatar. Laters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Expect some Logan Lerman spam on this blog from time to time. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2421818807698886495-1374936239516626906?l=kelliekan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/feeds/1374936239516626906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2010/02/again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/1374936239516626906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/1374936239516626906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2010/02/again.html' title='Again,'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04612318311092900802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qYFKgg-qeIk/TolcIXN0oyI/AAAAAAAABVk/V9s64Nk8HPI/s220/IMG_9244edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2421818807698886495.post-371062171335356967</id><published>2010-02-16T14:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T14:38:44.580+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Logan Lerman :L</title><content type='html'>Happy Lunar New Year, everyone! I know i'm kinda late; i've been in Singapore and JB for the past few days. Kor and Daisou went to Tawau this year to visit the relatives there, so they didn't join us for the new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore was satiating, as per usual, though the steamboat dinner this year wasn't satisfactory. D: The place was rather cramped for five people, so we decided to go to JB for the night. Almost lost our way. Won't say more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KlaxSkWgV2Q/S3o6xDImmxI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/bG-9rCU9GNo/s1600-h/Percy+Jackson+and+the+Lightning+Thief+movie+poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KlaxSkWgV2Q/S3o6xDImmxI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/bG-9rCU9GNo/s320/Percy+Jackson+and+the+Lightning+Thief+movie+poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438724114332687122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me has watched Percy Jackson and the Lightning Thief in JB with my sisters and cousins. Logan Lerman is love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie needs more explanation on how the lightning bolt was stolen and what happened to the lightning thief. And Percy's mother makes me want to sleep. Doesn't look like someone Poseidon can fall in love with also. :P Uma Thurman was brilliant even though her part was minute. It was funny too, with Grover the goat and Medusa's head. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall a 4/5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Don't eat the shrimp from KFC.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2421818807698886495-371062171335356967?l=kelliekan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/feeds/371062171335356967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2010/02/logan-lerman-l.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/371062171335356967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/371062171335356967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2010/02/logan-lerman-l.html' title='Logan Lerman :L'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04612318311092900802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qYFKgg-qeIk/TolcIXN0oyI/AAAAAAAABVk/V9s64Nk8HPI/s220/IMG_9244edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KlaxSkWgV2Q/S3o6xDImmxI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/bG-9rCU9GNo/s72-c/Percy+Jackson+and+the+Lightning+Thief+movie+poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2421818807698886495.post-1361415723113660859</id><published>2010-02-12T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T20:48:46.468+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>The Eve of Chinese New Year's Eve</title><content type='html'>Yesyesyesyesyesyesyes i did some spring cleaning. Ruddy proud of myself now. Daddy got some mandarin oranges and bakkua. That's all we're having for CNY. Don't come to my house this year. Dajie and Erjie are reaching home later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh i'm really not in the mood for blogging here. It's so boring, once you've experience the goodness of Tumblr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been speaking English with a British accent for quite some time already. No idea why.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2421818807698886495-1361415723113660859?l=kelliekan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/feeds/1361415723113660859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2010/02/eve-of-chinese-new-years-eve.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/1361415723113660859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/1361415723113660859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2010/02/eve-of-chinese-new-years-eve.html' title='The Eve of Chinese New Year&apos;s Eve'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04612318311092900802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qYFKgg-qeIk/TolcIXN0oyI/AAAAAAAABVk/V9s64Nk8HPI/s220/IMG_9244edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2421818807698886495.post-1499794120622152197</id><published>2010-02-07T23:06:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T00:19:54.681+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Still can't believe she won more Grammys than Lady Gaga. D:{</title><content type='html'>Why can't Taylor Swift just stick to songwriting &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;only&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know it - she &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;can't&lt;/span&gt; freakin' sing. Her vocals are barely mediocre for an internationally renowned singer. (Had enough of all those 11 year olds telling people "Taylor Swift is the greatest singer evaarr!!!!")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as it pains me to say so; i enjoy her music. Very often, i find myself humming a little tune from her collection of pop-ish, self-proclaimed country music. The lyrics, although a little too juvenile for me, pretty much reflects the life of average teens dealing with relationships, growing up and all those overused cliches you see on Disney shows. It sells, so who really cares? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That&lt;/span&gt; is pop music. Anybody can enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course, i'd enjoy it much, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;much&lt;/span&gt; more if... it weren't her voice. (Which relatively explains why i only &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sing&lt;/span&gt; her songs, not listen to it. Not to say that i am a better singer than her - pray don't misunderstand - if you're too engrossed with the singing, you can't actually hear what you really sound like.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or perhaps she should try avoiding live performances? (Bad suggestion, i know.) We've seen (heard) her go off key from Oprah to the Grammys, and although the fans don't mind it, doesn't it just irks you to listen to her singing? Everytime she reaches a high note, i worry for her voice which might break or run off key. She oughta hire a new vocal trainer. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll admit that she shows an ample amount of talent in songwriting, but does she truly deserves &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;four&lt;/span&gt; Grammy awards?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Best Album of the Year should've gone to Lady Gaga. Period.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2421818807698886495-1499794120622152197?l=kelliekan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/feeds/1499794120622152197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2010/02/still-cant-believe-she-won-more-grammys.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/1499794120622152197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/1499794120622152197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2010/02/still-cant-believe-she-won-more-grammys.html' title='Still can&apos;t believe she won more Grammys than Lady Gaga. D:{'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04612318311092900802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qYFKgg-qeIk/TolcIXN0oyI/AAAAAAAABVk/V9s64Nk8HPI/s220/IMG_9244edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2421818807698886495.post-7110947843760191552</id><published>2010-02-03T01:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T01:46:23.295+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>'Tis creepy, actually.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KlaxSkWgV2Q/S2hkpCEWX7I/AAAAAAAAA1o/E7y_QWuUbws/s1600-h/my+awesome+desktop.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KlaxSkWgV2Q/S2hkpCEWX7I/AAAAAAAAA1o/E7y_QWuUbws/s320/my+awesome+desktop.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433703606515031986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Epic, no?&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/2421818807698886495-7110947843760191552?l=kelliekan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/feeds/7110947843760191552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2010/02/tis-creepy-actually.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/7110947843760191552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/7110947843760191552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2010/02/tis-creepy-actually.html' title='&apos;Tis creepy, actually.'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04612318311092900802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qYFKgg-qeIk/TolcIXN0oyI/AAAAAAAABVk/V9s64Nk8HPI/s220/IMG_9244edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KlaxSkWgV2Q/S2hkpCEWX7I/AAAAAAAAA1o/E7y_QWuUbws/s72-c/my+awesome+desktop.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2421818807698886495.post-4042893783184814003</id><published>2010-02-02T15:02:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T23:26:53.287+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Pet Peeves</title><content type='html'>(I suppose, tee hee) it isn't a very well-known fact that a lot of things get on my nerves. I doubt they differ much from the norms of the society nowadays though. But still, if you're preparing to get to know me, better pay attention here. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*It's difficult to decide on the ranking, so i'll just list one as soon as i think of it. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Messages overflowing with various unintentional GIF emoticons on MSN Messenger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So noob and cheena, right? They're not even pretty or cute, and you just have to have every single alphabet of your message converted into a letter of fluffy pink clouds or a word into those rabbits or onions originating from China. Totally no point at all. (Note that this doesn't include the smileys you could add after a sentence, which would have way more significant meanings.) The purpose of an emoticon is to convey a message you can't present in words, thus a cheeky grin, or a desperate face with tears. You should've been past that noob phase when you've been using the internet for about a year, kay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;People who line up in front of the toilet cubicles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just in case you come from the kampung, i'd like to remind you that we should line up outside the restroom to wait for our turn. Perhaps you'll be gleefully entering a cubicle before a person who has arrived long before you, but once the tables are turned, you'll be the one annoyed and suffering in agonizing pressure. Let it be a fair game, hun, even if it's just using the restroom. (Unfortunately, things don't always go the way i want it to, so when i happen to come across a restroom already filled with people, i would never attempt to play hero and ask everyone to queue up outside of the restroom. People will probably just stare and then ignore me. It's a different case if there's only one or two people though.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;People who post status updates with hidden emo messages while not wanting to tell anybody what happened&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose it's fun to keep a secret to yourself and provide occasional hints to people to lead them on and hope they'll give you their utmost attention and care? Whether it's on Facebook, Twitter or MSN, it's just flippin' irritating. Example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A: "You. Yes, YOU. I hate you. You ruined my life. You ruined everything. Can't believe i thought of you as a friend. Go burn in hell."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;B: "What happened?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;C: "You okay?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;D: "Who is it that you hate?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A: "Calm down guys... Don't worry... It's a secret, haha. \(^o^)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF right? If it's a secret, keep your damn mouth shut. What is the purpose of letting everyone know a little bit of something when you don't intend to tell them, or that it's a secret? Not only is it annoying, it also proves you to be a cowardly, obnoxious, attention-seeking prostitute (i find most of these updates from females, actually). And their excuse? Save face for the person. Yeah, not to mention the unwanted misunderstandings and spam on my feed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Smokers who smoke in front of me or in restricted areas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spreading secondhand smoke which causes cardiovascular diseases and cancer; inducing air pollution and global warming; taking up space to reduce oxygen intake of human beings around you - YOU'RE DOING IT RIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Motorcycle dudes, who sometimes happen to be Mat Rempits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They stare at your butts as you pass by. (C'mon, guys can have nice butts too.)&lt;br /&gt;They zoom pass you all of a sudden to scare you and gain your attention with occasional shouts. (It could happen to guys if they have a really feminine back too, right?)&lt;br /&gt;They drive really fast or race in the dead of the night for countless times so you'll wake up to the zooming sound.&lt;br /&gt;They cause road accidents as if they were crushing ants on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;They waste motorcycles and money.&lt;br /&gt;What's not to hate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mainstream listeners who claim themselves an ardent music lover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the radio's the only thing you listen to, i suggest you get a life. And a MySpace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bad internet connection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Self explanatory.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2421818807698886495-4042893783184814003?l=kelliekan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/feeds/4042893783184814003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2010/02/nlm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/4042893783184814003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/4042893783184814003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2010/02/nlm.html' title='Pet Peeves'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04612318311092900802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qYFKgg-qeIk/TolcIXN0oyI/AAAAAAAABVk/V9s64Nk8HPI/s220/IMG_9244edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2421818807698886495.post-8227228613494083891</id><published>2010-02-01T15:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T15:50:40.891+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>Voldy's Bad Romance</title><content type='html'>Some funny shrimp i found on the internet:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Voldemort's Bad Romance&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Bask in my bad assery&lt;br /&gt;Bask in my bad assery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kill, kill, kill them all,&lt;br /&gt;Curse them with my wand&lt;br /&gt;Voldy, ooh la la&lt;br /&gt;You want my bad ass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kill, kill, kill them all,&lt;br /&gt;Curse them with my wand&lt;br /&gt;Voldy, ooh la la&lt;br /&gt;You want my bad ass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avada Kedavra, I killed your bitches&lt;br /&gt;Crucio, I love to torture while he twitches&lt;br /&gt;I want you dead, dead, dead, dead&lt;br /&gt;I want you dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death Eaters will kill all of your family&lt;br /&gt;They know the Dark Mark will one day reign supreme&lt;br /&gt;I want you dead, dead, dead, dead&lt;br /&gt;I want you dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you want me,&lt;br /&gt;And I know that you need me,&lt;br /&gt;You want my bad, bad assery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I killed your love, you want your revenge&lt;br /&gt;You and me could duel till you can’t&lt;br /&gt;Dumbledore’s dead, thought Snape was his friend&lt;br /&gt;I always win this shit in the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bask in my bad assery&lt;br /&gt;Bask in my bad assery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kill, kill, kill them all,&lt;br /&gt;Curse them with my wand&lt;br /&gt;Voldy, ooh la la&lt;br /&gt;You want my bad ass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You cringe in horror, I laugh as you die&lt;br /&gt;I’m not going to Azkaban, don’t bother to try&lt;br /&gt;I want you dead, dead, dead, dead&lt;br /&gt;I want you dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think I’m psycho, your wand’s just a stick&lt;br /&gt;Just open your door, I’ll show you magic tricks&lt;br /&gt;I want you dead, dead, dead, dead&lt;br /&gt;I want you dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you want me,&lt;br /&gt;And I know that you need me,&lt;br /&gt;(‘Cause I’m a pureblood, baby)&lt;br /&gt;You want my bad, bad assery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bask in my bad assery&lt;br /&gt;Bask in my bad assery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kill, kill, kill them all,&lt;br /&gt;Curse them with my wand&lt;br /&gt;Voldy, ooh la la&lt;br /&gt;You want my bad ass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stomp, stomp on your baby&lt;br /&gt;Green light, bright flash, bye bye, lady&lt;br /&gt;Stomp, stomp on your baby&lt;br /&gt;Green light, bright flash, bye bye, lady&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I killed your love, you want your revenge&lt;br /&gt;I torture people, even all my friends&lt;br /&gt;Je vais détruire Beauxbatons, au revoir, Fleur&lt;br /&gt;Beauxbatons, die!&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/2421818807698886495-8227228613494083891?l=kelliekan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/feeds/8227228613494083891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2010/02/voldys-bad-romance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/8227228613494083891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/8227228613494083891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2010/02/voldys-bad-romance.html' title='Voldy&apos;s Bad Romance'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04612318311092900802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qYFKgg-qeIk/TolcIXN0oyI/AAAAAAAABVk/V9s64Nk8HPI/s220/IMG_9244edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2421818807698886495.post-8193509734157457421</id><published>2010-02-01T14:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T15:26:03.386+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='occasions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Mailee, you stalking me?</title><content type='html'>Just came back from Singapore. Was there for a couple of days with my family for my cousin's (Sandy's the name, because i have no idea what i should call her, really) wedding. The bridegroom looks &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;REALLY&lt;/span&gt; like Lee Chong Wei, but not as tall as him. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first day, we arrived at my uncle's house in Jurong. They were going to babysit Tara and Palden, Karen's kids. Tara is just beautiful! And Palden's so adorable with his antics and friendliness. :3 But still, babysitting is tough business, peoples. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to People's Park for a walk and then to Chinatown for dinner. It's pack with people because CNY's around the corner. /squeals with excitement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the next day, we went to my aunt's house (Wong Poah Dr or something? I had no idea where that is, but we could see a building with the NKF logo on the top on the far opposite of the block) where the tea drinking ceremony for the bride's side was held. It was quite fun since everyone knows, the bridegroom and his brothers will have to complete some "tasks" that satisfies all the sisters so that they can enter the house to get the bride. They came up with the usual "consumable" items:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sour - Concentrated lime juice&lt;br /&gt;Sweet - Ice cream (in the shape of a breast)&lt;br /&gt;Bitter - Bitter gourd with some other bitter stuffs&lt;br /&gt;Spicy - What better than the good ol' chili padi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were also required to shave and sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall skip the boring parts. The wedding dinner (in Park Royal Hotel) started rather late, and they served braised duck with freakin' sea cucumber. x_x But i shan't complain further, because i wasn't exactly starving. One thing i'm most displeased about though, is the presentation of the first dish in every single wedding banquet. The lights dim, music on, and in walks waiters and waitresses parading the food around tables before going up the stage to pose for a grandiose ending. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Then&lt;/span&gt; you get the food. Did i mention the ridiculous outfit they might wear? (Previous wedding in KL - Christmas light bulbs around their uniform.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that all necessary? What idiot came up with this idea? Can't they just play some nice soft music while the food is served? I'd ban any form of ludicrous "food presentation" like such and emphasize on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;proper&lt;/span&gt; attire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy said i'd fail if i studied hotel management.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2421818807698886495-8193509734157457421?l=kelliekan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/feeds/8193509734157457421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2010/02/mailee-you-stalking-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/8193509734157457421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/8193509734157457421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2010/02/mailee-you-stalking-me.html' title='Mailee, you stalking me?'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04612318311092900802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qYFKgg-qeIk/TolcIXN0oyI/AAAAAAAABVk/V9s64Nk8HPI/s220/IMG_9244edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2421818807698886495.post-7037874701708983052</id><published>2010-01-28T00:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T00:30:40.153+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>It's 12.00 am now,</title><content type='html'>and your birthday, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aiting&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're turning 18, hun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;18&lt;/span&gt; years you've spent on Earth, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;10&lt;/span&gt; of them was with the knowledge of my presence. And boy, am i glad of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I really missed those afternoon bike rides with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How very cliche, but, this world is thoroughly a better place with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Did you know, you were my idol? :3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a joy having you around; there was always laughter. Always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Being with you, i feel glorified.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just have to say, i love you for you being you. Happy Birthday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2421818807698886495-7037874701708983052?l=kelliekan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/feeds/7037874701708983052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-1200-am-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/7037874701708983052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/7037874701708983052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-1200-am-now.html' title='It&apos;s 12.00 am now,'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04612318311092900802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qYFKgg-qeIk/TolcIXN0oyI/AAAAAAAABVk/V9s64Nk8HPI/s220/IMG_9244edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2421818807698886495.post-4758056821869681130</id><published>2010-01-27T23:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T00:19:22.111+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>A belated post dedicated to</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Weishan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The love of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Haha joking, joking. Mind you, i keep my bisexual life very much private. :X&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, that was a joke. Don't go all prudy on me. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yes, i &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt; love Weishan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's rational.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's caring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's loyal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Weishan&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's why we all love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;A Happy 18th Birthday to you, dear.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2421818807698886495-4758056821869681130?l=kelliekan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/feeds/4758056821869681130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2010/01/belated-post-dedicated-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/4758056821869681130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/4758056821869681130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2010/01/belated-post-dedicated-to.html' title='A belated post dedicated to'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04612318311092900802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qYFKgg-qeIk/TolcIXN0oyI/AAAAAAAABVk/V9s64Nk8HPI/s220/IMG_9244edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2421818807698886495.post-5152972903203445750</id><published>2010-01-27T14:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T23:39:50.383+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Thrill rides? Hell no.</title><content type='html'>Just got back from Genting Highlands yesterday. Been there for 3 days and 2 nights with my family. Won't go on about the little things that happened there since i'm in no mood for blogging, but i shall say this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I hate thrill rides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm acrophobic, but i don't think that's the reason for me being so terrified when i'm falling down from a high place. I should say it's quite serious - i can't even stand being in a vehicle moving down a slope at a normal speed. Obviously, i have problems. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And did i mention, the thrill rides weren't even those highly dangerous roller coasters; Viking Ship. Flippin' Viking Ship had my feet trembling. Every - single - oscillation. Oh, and the Spinner. I never opened my eyes during the ride. It's the Spinner for god's sake! Spinner for little children! It's so embarrassing, i don't even feel like telling other people.  ;_;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, i was with Dajie only, and not some adventure-addicted psycho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Solero Shot was on maintenance on that day. Praise &lt;strike&gt;Allah&lt;/strike&gt; God. x_x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2421818807698886495-5152972903203445750?l=kelliekan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/feeds/5152972903203445750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2010/01/thrill-rides-hell-no.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/5152972903203445750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/5152972903203445750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2010/01/thrill-rides-hell-no.html' title='Thrill rides? Hell no.'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04612318311092900802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qYFKgg-qeIk/TolcIXN0oyI/AAAAAAAABVk/V9s64Nk8HPI/s220/IMG_9244edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2421818807698886495.post-684687843381448735</id><published>2010-01-20T16:10:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T16:32:56.455+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>It's not April yet! Don't do this to me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.reelzchannel.com/movie-news/3028/robert-pattinson-replaces-tobey-maguire-in-spider-man-4" target="_blank"&gt;W.T.F.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just wrong, okay?! I can really cry at the sight of RP in a Spidey suit. I can &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cry&lt;/span&gt;. And if this has to be true, i'm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; crossing Spider-Man 4 out on my list of movies to watch. You have my Daeji Toki for that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2421818807698886495-684687843381448735?l=kelliekan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/feeds/684687843381448735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-not-april-yet-dont-do-this-to-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/684687843381448735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/684687843381448735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-not-april-yet-dont-do-this-to-me.html' title='It&apos;s not April yet! Don&apos;t do this to me!'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04612318311092900802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qYFKgg-qeIk/TolcIXN0oyI/AAAAAAAABVk/V9s64Nk8HPI/s220/IMG_9244edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2421818807698886495.post-6051540323457893781</id><published>2010-01-18T14:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T14:41:25.364+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>ZOMGASDFJKL;RICKASTLEY.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wL-hNMJvcyI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wL-hNMJvcyI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Rick roll. EVER.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2421818807698886495-6051540323457893781?l=kelliekan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/feeds/6051540323457893781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2010/01/zomgasdfjklrickastley.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/6051540323457893781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/6051540323457893781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2010/01/zomgasdfjklrickastley.html' title='ZOMGASDFJKL;RICKASTLEY.'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04612318311092900802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qYFKgg-qeIk/TolcIXN0oyI/AAAAAAAABVk/V9s64Nk8HPI/s220/IMG_9244edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2421818807698886495.post-6182267650956391559</id><published>2010-01-18T00:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T00:51:01.970+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>I knew it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KlaxSkWgV2Q/S1M-rrM58eI/AAAAAAAAA1c/SVTtS9Yif2I/s1600-h/Barney.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 294px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KlaxSkWgV2Q/S1M-rrM58eI/AAAAAAAAA1c/SVTtS9Yif2I/s320/Barney.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427750895963730402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Toldjya, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Teletubbies&lt;/span&gt; rules.&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/2421818807698886495-6182267650956391559?l=kelliekan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/feeds/6182267650956391559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-knew-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/6182267650956391559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2421818807698886495/posts/default/6182267650956391559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliekan.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-knew-it.html' title='I knew it.'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04612318311092900802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qYFKgg-qeIk/TolcIXN0oyI/AAAAAAAABVk/V9s64Nk8HPI/s220/IMG_9244edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KlaxSkWgV2Q/S1M-rrM58eI/AAAAAAAAA1c/SVTtS9Yif2I/s72-c/Barney.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
