<?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-4443896298919159146</id><updated>2012-02-16T18:06:36.114+08:00</updated><category term='anger'/><title type='text'>Idling...</title><subtitle type='html'>Thinks that manga should be one of world's wonders. or maybe the entire world of imagination</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idlin.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4443896298919159146/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idlin.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11262166096097041611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f8dopuT11oM/TtiVG_25XWI/AAAAAAAAAEc/W2YQOvfThIM/s220/IMG_0315.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4443896298919159146.post-6298860551731307292</id><published>2010-08-14T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T22:18:20.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thai food!</title><content type='html'>Thai food Thai food Thai food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I've been craving for Thai food so much I think about it whenever its almost time for a meal! And so much that I dreamt that I was already at Thailand ordering ต้มยำ (tom yam). *drools*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely love oriental food with the mix of spices and blends of fragrant herbs that creates an irresistible dish which will leave you craving for more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to think that the tomyam I had @Cheras was good. I was such an inexperienced kid, aren't I? Because, I went to Thailand and had ต้มยำ gong, and OMG the soup was such a sin!! The spiciness &amp;amp; sourness &amp;amp; those large prawns swimming in it!! Absolutely delish oooh! Spicy &amp;amp; sour food stimulates my taste buds like no other! Since then, I've found this Thai restaurant over @Pandan indah with really good tom yam gong &amp;amp; steamed fish in cili padi gravy that tops the one @Cheras. Am itching to go there again soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's also this chinese food seafood restaurant that serve mouthwatering steamed assam fish! When served, the fish is placed in a fish-shaped metal tray and heated by a stand with charcoal under it. OK, so the main point is the oh-so-good-and-not-overcooked fish, with its spicy and sour clear-coloured gravy. That's probably the best dish I had there, apart from the herbal chicken. Others are just so-so. If you would ever want to visit there, its opposite the fire station at Pudu (not far from Majestic).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lack of photos is frustrating, isn't it? Well, everyone started to dig in when food was served, and I didn't want to be left with sticks and bones to eat if I'm only busy taking picture! Can't blame me :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4443896298919159146-6298860551731307292?l=idlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idlin.blogspot.com/feeds/6298860551731307292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4443896298919159146&amp;postID=6298860551731307292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4443896298919159146/posts/default/6298860551731307292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4443896298919159146/posts/default/6298860551731307292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idlin.blogspot.com/2010/08/thai-food.html' title='Thai food!'/><author><name>Ange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11262166096097041611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f8dopuT11oM/TtiVG_25XWI/AAAAAAAAAEc/W2YQOvfThIM/s220/IMG_0315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4443896298919159146.post-7965701917317522913</id><published>2010-07-28T02:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T02:54:51.877+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anger'/><title type='text'>Anger Danger</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Wow, I probably just came across what could be the biggest drama since the semester started. Some of my friends are involved, and are apparently wrongly accused, so serious that it could actually affect their results! But after hearing the entire story, its painfully obvious that the entire thing was caused by technical errors or 'scheduling errors on umisisweb' which is oh-so-common. What snowballed into drama was dissatisfaction, misunderstanding, ignorance and the I-am-right attitude. Instead of resolving the problem among those involved directly, it was brought to the face of the higher-ups, which sometimes make things more complicated than they really are. But, anger is danger! (haha the best i could do to rhyme) Well, its quite surprising at how people change due to anger, how irrational one can become, how blind and stubborn, and in some cases-denial! AND!! at this point of a person's emotionally clouded mind, there are those who would stand by the sidelines to watch, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;naughty little people who will be fueling the flames!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think some do know, that its important to keep a clear mind when you do anything, and even more so when you are in a tight situation. Of course, its hard to be rational when we're angry, but I'm sure that a little effort in dousing the flames clears the smoke and leads us to see clearer, the root of the problem. But of course, And if our friends are in these kind of position, we would naturally want to support their views. But sometimes, don't you think its actually the most crucial time for us to voice our views impartially, so that our friend won't make the wrong judgment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People think just because that they're angry they can just say and do anything they want, well sure they can, but WE must remember that we can't just take it back afterward and say all shall be the past and is well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4443896298919159146-7965701917317522913?l=idlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idlin.blogspot.com/feeds/7965701917317522913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4443896298919159146&amp;postID=7965701917317522913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4443896298919159146/posts/default/7965701917317522913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4443896298919159146/posts/default/7965701917317522913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idlin.blogspot.com/2010/07/anger-danger.html' title='Anger Danger'/><author><name>Ange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11262166096097041611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f8dopuT11oM/TtiVG_25XWI/AAAAAAAAAEc/W2YQOvfThIM/s220/IMG_0315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4443896298919159146.post-1381015955510193876</id><published>2010-07-15T00:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T00:09:04.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New leaf :D</title><content type='html'>OK so i wasn't so keen on blogging because i always thought its like telling the whole world how dramatic my life is when it wasn't all that. well, not that bad :P Anyway then I realized plenty of my friends blog and it can always be anything-random? interesting stuffs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, sorry to those who always bugged me to blog! probably almost a year since i've last posted anything, and good news :D Ima start again now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOOD! i realized people who don't come from KL tend to criticize food here. I'm thinking they're probably just have been eating at the wrong places! But then again, its probably just because I also sometimes think KL food is better than some other town's? The reluctance to add a little more dried shrimp, or the excessive ajinomoto they put into the food makes you go blah... Since I've been staying at KL, I've start to criticize the food I eat-whether its good or bad, but generally I'm not a picky eater though :P Would blog on things I love to eat around here sooN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm off to watch The Nanny haha! so til next time ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4443896298919159146-1381015955510193876?l=idlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idlin.blogspot.com/feeds/1381015955510193876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4443896298919159146&amp;postID=1381015955510193876' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4443896298919159146/posts/default/1381015955510193876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4443896298919159146/posts/default/1381015955510193876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idlin.blogspot.com/2010/07/new-leaf-d.html' title='New leaf :D'/><author><name>Ange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11262166096097041611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f8dopuT11oM/TtiVG_25XWI/AAAAAAAAAEc/W2YQOvfThIM/s220/IMG_0315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4443896298919159146.post-7857326599978622083</id><published>2009-07-12T00:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T00:28:54.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New haircut</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I was annoyed with my bangs poking into my left eyes! They were so irritating i got itchy eyes at least every morning! it was 2 months since i had my hair cut, so i thought, yeah, its time... then i got a name card for the salon (Kimmarie) KhaMun went to get her hair cut@ss2 and was thinking to go there, but on the same day e housemates decided to buy some stuffs @ midvalley. since im already there, might as well get a haircut from the same guy, salon i went 2 months ago. but this time i had a different hairstylist to do my hair. a lady in her late 30s or early 40s... something like that. i told her that i want my hair short. period. so she go snipping snip snip snip (macam fast forward pace! compared to the guy who did my hair b4) even the bear says that the guy b4 did it slowly and kept checking every angle as he cut my hair! this lady go mess my hair up mess har mess har, chop har chop har, halfway through the process i was SO shocked at the amount of hair falling to my laps. i mean, my hair is already short right? how much shorter can it get? i think i got so nervous i closed my eyes and just let her do whatever. while thinking "shit shit shit shit shit shit shit"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; so at the end of the process i think i left the store in silence? got to carrefour toilet to brush off the rest of the sisa sisa hair on my neck and as time pass by i get more n more shocked with my pixie cut! AAAAAArgh almost wana tell shiow, kim n yin i dun wana go their place that night. but i had a soothing ice cream cone so i forgot about my hair awhile. when i got back, zha keep laughing at my head... and i skipped friday class. partly because im lazy and partly because im not ready to meet everyone else yet. its been 2 days now. i think it looks pretty good once i let it grow abit lol.&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/4443896298919159146-7857326599978622083?l=idlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idlin.blogspot.com/feeds/7857326599978622083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4443896298919159146&amp;postID=7857326599978622083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4443896298919159146/posts/default/7857326599978622083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4443896298919159146/posts/default/7857326599978622083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idlin.blogspot.com/2009/07/new-haircut.html' title='New haircut'/><author><name>Ange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11262166096097041611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f8dopuT11oM/TtiVG_25XWI/AAAAAAAAAEc/W2YQOvfThIM/s220/IMG_0315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4443896298919159146.post-6064641573836044167</id><published>2009-06-08T21:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T21:41:41.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>They too, love</title><content type='html'>excerpts of what i've been reading&lt;br /&gt;from They too, Love&lt;br /&gt;a korean comedy manga hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OjGHHsT9-gg/Si0Q7AkFmTI/AAAAAAAAABQ/cdAYZz3Yfas/s1600-h/010p_twentythree_theytoolove.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OjGHHsT9-gg/Si0Q7AkFmTI/AAAAAAAAABQ/cdAYZz3Yfas/s320/010p_twentythree_theytoolove.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344946938708334898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OjGHHsT9-gg/Si0RHpk2rwI/AAAAAAAAABY/KJeOXrm4Dwk/s1600-h/011p_twentythree_theytoolove.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OjGHHsT9-gg/Si0RHpk2rwI/AAAAAAAAABY/KJeOXrm4Dwk/s320/011p_twentythree_theytoolove.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344947155875835650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OjGHHsT9-gg/Si0RMrbb0gI/AAAAAAAAABg/BdGcuWf5460/s1600-h/012p_twentythree_theytoolove.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OjGHHsT9-gg/Si0RMrbb0gI/AAAAAAAAABg/BdGcuWf5460/s320/012p_twentythree_theytoolove.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344947242272543234" 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/4443896298919159146-6064641573836044167?l=idlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idlin.blogspot.com/feeds/6064641573836044167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4443896298919159146&amp;postID=6064641573836044167' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4443896298919159146/posts/default/6064641573836044167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4443896298919159146/posts/default/6064641573836044167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idlin.blogspot.com/2009/06/they-too-love.html' title='They too, love'/><author><name>Ange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11262166096097041611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f8dopuT11oM/TtiVG_25XWI/AAAAAAAAAEc/W2YQOvfThIM/s220/IMG_0315.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OjGHHsT9-gg/Si0Q7AkFmTI/AAAAAAAAABQ/cdAYZz3Yfas/s72-c/010p_twentythree_theytoolove.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4443896298919159146.post-7387886659771914113</id><published>2009-05-20T01:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T02:18:19.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Viva jdrama!</title><content type='html'>Recently I've continued reading manga from where i left off, and since now i'm back at home i get to download jdrama n anime again! it sucks to be jobless, makes u feel like ure leeching at home. well, not really since i've got the maid-mode switch turned on. plus, im glad to be home, eating my mom's cooking, rather than the cafe at college- where the food seem to be in an oil wading pool. my meals are healthier now, and on the best side-im losing weight heeheee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My leeching days are ending with this month. Got work to do next month, but til then, i'd better have some fun now! I think i was probably reading Hotaru no Hikari manga when Adila told me there was a live action made out of it. "Buchou wa kawaii!! daisuki ne!" somewhere along the line... haha anyway i just finished the series few hours ago and the story was soooOOO cute!! haha the main actress- Hotaru cracks me up. Buchou's repartee was really cute too! she had genki na~ gestures and bubbly personality! "viva friendship!" or "boil tea on my stomach" or the part where she rolls around the tatami mats or when she sleeps under newspapers. just like what Adila says, everyone has a little himono-ness in them. but its that way when u know that person is most relaxed. its when u can do that then u can call that place a home, right? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i've finished watching Hotaru, im moving onto Atashinchi no Danshi. Horikita Maki!! &lt;3 wot a cute gal! keeps people questioning why she got the creepy role in NobutaWP, hiding her cute cute facial features. but, it was good anyway x) i've only gone through epi1 and i saw slight similarities between her Chisato in AnD and Mizuki in HanaKimi! tomboyishness.... well we'll see in the coming episodes eh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to start on my photoshop-mastering plan but my eyes get tired staring into the little details im trying to fix on a picture. the tutorials online don't really have a flow line or something - like ure supposed to learn this then u can move on to that or whatever. too bad, nantonaku i'll get it done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yosh, waiting for shin to finish her exams then i can go help her taste whatever she's got baking in her oven. x) and i've got to fix ee-chan's lappy... n thought of visiting some friends in different states, but nobody's enthusiastic enough about it, due to certain circumstances? nothing serious i hope ;) well, have a happy holiday everyone- chillax yah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4443896298919159146-7387886659771914113?l=idlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idlin.blogspot.com/feeds/7387886659771914113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4443896298919159146&amp;postID=7387886659771914113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4443896298919159146/posts/default/7387886659771914113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4443896298919159146/posts/default/7387886659771914113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idlin.blogspot.com/2009/05/viva-jdrama.html' title='Viva jdrama!'/><author><name>Ange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11262166096097041611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f8dopuT11oM/TtiVG_25XWI/AAAAAAAAAEc/W2YQOvfThIM/s220/IMG_0315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4443896298919159146.post-5737151523361458670</id><published>2008-12-20T15:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T16:14:44.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Puke puke barf barf</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Absolutely the worst week. ever. i woke up on Tuesday, with my room spinning out of control, and i had to crawl on the floor to make sure im actually static. Had my breakfast and they came out the same way they went into my system. Nice way to start a day and until today i feel like barfing after a meal. but the tendency to twist my head out of my body when the world starts spinning had lessen. except when i try to bend down and pick something up or check under my bed. then i go wooooooooo wheeee again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, there was my birthday, which i really had no mood for, except at 12 til 2am like that, when i was really hyper. i even announced i would stay up all day just to bask in the wonderfulness of turning 20. my birthday! once a year! when suddenly i just felt like barfing again and went to sleep to kill the urge, and my birthday can go to hell. my dad kept asking, what u wana eat? what cake u wana get? i couldn't be bothered and said whatever was okay. well... im not a choosy person so whatever was really okay! but u know, having a deformed cake isn't really what i had in mind as "cincai". Can you imagine? i opened the cake box lid, and there it was, half of it smashed to the side of the box. I was stunned, and roaring laughter followed. lol! it looked so funny, gotta put the pic up soon. Then my dad said he got the cake too early, and it kind of melted in the car, then with his driving style all the way home, i don't think the cake would be safe anyway. all the zig zags and sudden brakes, and the i.must.overtake.everyone. wahahaha thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i wana thank all the well wishes from everyone, even those who didn't remember, i shall forgive! because i'm bad at remembering people's birthdays. sorry heehee. Thanks to my lovely friends etc etc for the really really nice bday picnic &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and mosquito bites&lt;/span&gt; =D thanks to all. really. have a nice christmas and new year&lt;br /&gt;here's my thanks list&lt;br /&gt;Chia, Raymond, Linz, Aili, Shin, Karee, Sayee, Weipeng, Yinyin, Sandy, Kahyin, Siewmei, Sarina, Wengseng, Chuansheng, ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOPQRSTUVWXYZ and dats ur initials for the rest of you. i may not remember but in sum corner of my heart ur lingering existence, im thanking u all out there. really. believe. =P&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/4443896298919159146-5737151523361458670?l=idlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idlin.blogspot.com/feeds/5737151523361458670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4443896298919159146&amp;postID=5737151523361458670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4443896298919159146/posts/default/5737151523361458670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4443896298919159146/posts/default/5737151523361458670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idlin.blogspot.com/2008/12/puke-puke-barf-barf.html' title='Puke puke barf barf'/><author><name>Ange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11262166096097041611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f8dopuT11oM/TtiVG_25XWI/AAAAAAAAAEc/W2YQOvfThIM/s220/IMG_0315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4443896298919159146.post-1526869345346167758</id><published>2008-10-03T14:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T14:52:24.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My first post after what seemed to be a looooong time</title><content type='html'>Occasionally, i hear the same thing from people around me, "hey, what happened to your blog? why not update it?" i just smile and say "one day... one day... i will" hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          There were moments when i wanted to write so many stuffs, like the time i went to Redang, i wanted to complain about the new towel i brought there... threads came off and stick to my body while drying myself, i had little maggot-like stuffs all over my body. eventually they come off when i jump around after im dry. then while snorkeling i was so tired, paddling my little (my feet's not small... but whatever) feet around, i just pretend i don't know how to swim and cling on to the guide. its so comfortable, not needing to move, the fellow just pull u around, showing u the corals and fishes XD . The beach at our resort was really steep, so while playing volleyball, if it falls on the sand, it will just roll into the water. since most of us cant play volleyball, we end up picking up the ball than hitting it =c .Then the kayaking part, the water near the resort is really shallow, as the tide is low in the evening... I think feeling the sea breeze is nice, but when a speed boat passes by.... it just make waves, then rocking our little kayak and we go "oooh ooooooh OH" Other than having our little kayak stuck because we went to really shallow place.... nothing much to say. The funny part of that evening was when we buried Shin in the sand. She was saying, "hey dont get it in my pants!" and stuffs like that, but we can't really make a barrier so that the sand don't go down into her shorts... so in the end she gave up, added some shape to her sand armor, and took pictures. too bad i wasnt there when they took pics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          and now, im in my house typing on my new lappie. im happy im back, even forawhile, since i get to SHOWER WITH WARM WATER!! and i could use the toilet seat. heh it may sound silly, but i never use the toilet seat outside. i would rather have leg cramps while squatting ! anyway, having water heater is really a blessing. You just don't realize it until you don't have it. The only reason my house is so much more comfortable is because of my parents :) I mean, almost everything I "own" is thanks to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          I have this coursemate, whose money sense amaze me, she'd look at price tags first before anything else, at lunch her mix rice would cost about 1.50-2.50, when we go shopping she'd say "xian zai chi dao mama xin ku" and stuffs like that. We'd usually go to midvalley since its the nearest (only 10mins more or less), and there was this one time where we walked everywhere, window shopping, then eat free samples of bread and cakes at the bakery near jusco, and also watching Shakira's concert at a home theater system exhibition near the exit. and whenever we have time, we'd play badminton together, and watch downloaded movies/animes. its all nice, since im saving money this way too! now we need just another person to make 2 doubles pair. i can't believe i left my racquet in my hostel, i wanted to string it again argh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          i went skating twice, in less than a week! the first time we skated for 5 hours or so, then we took the wrong bus, had a tour around KL, waited for taxi drivers to finish buka puasa and fetch us back from the LRT station, ate self made meehoon tomyam in the room, and the only one who could move afterwards was AiLi. Me and Chia we just became like 2 crippled old woman sitting on the mattress, only able to move our fingers on the laptop. Hah! Chia still can't skate! =P  Then the 2nd time was Shin's birthday, where i panicked when i got on the ice, forgetting how to skate. i get used to it eventually and i didn't fall once! i thought i gave up on skating after that Friday, but on Tuesday, i think its not that bad to go again. as long as its the weekdays, since its when the rate is cheapest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4443896298919159146-1526869345346167758?l=idlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idlin.blogspot.com/feeds/1526869345346167758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4443896298919159146&amp;postID=1526869345346167758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4443896298919159146/posts/default/1526869345346167758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4443896298919159146/posts/default/1526869345346167758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idlin.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-first-post-after-what-seemed-to-be.html' title='My first post after what seemed to be a looooong time'/><author><name>Ange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11262166096097041611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f8dopuT11oM/TtiVG_25XWI/AAAAAAAAAEc/W2YQOvfThIM/s220/IMG_0315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4443896298919159146.post-4000971260248473222</id><published>2008-05-05T10:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T10:50:59.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Homedec</title><content type='html'>I worked until the end of March at that company, which distributes (John Langford, Valentino,  Inner Express) underwear, singlets, socks etc basically men's accessories. The only thing my eyes could feast on was the huge poster of a male model xD labuleh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway i was jobless for like a month until i got a part time job introduced by Shin, for 4 days at HomeDec exhibition at KLCC. i thought 4 days isn't bad, and the working hours was 9am-8am. UNTIL i got to work there... i was pretty hectic on the first day, typing furiously so that the queue would clear, which seem to be longer than the last time i looked up from the laptop. and on the 2nd day, i had a runny nose. shit. i was so desperately trying to inhale my snot or the watery goo back into my system while saying "hi sir, may i help u?" (snif snif) . the little devils were threatening to see the light of the world... zzzzzz then at night i got home, ate my dinner, took a tablet of i-can't-remember-what and clonked onto my bed. didn't even do my online game PW daily quest. i sms'd someone to do it, but my head was in another painful dimension i didn't get my username right. 3rd day was as usual, printer problems, but my head didn't give me any problems.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THe worst was day4, when at 6pm or so my head started to bang loudly again. Probably because the exhibitor in front of us had the vacuum on at high the whole day, or something. Or because i was staring at the laptop the whole day. Now i have Mavis, and Julie (biscuits) contacts, which will probably land me more pt jobs :P Those 2 reli beh tahan lol 1 molester another is a bully &gt;_&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4443896298919159146-4000971260248473222?l=idlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idlin.blogspot.com/feeds/4000971260248473222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4443896298919159146&amp;postID=4000971260248473222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4443896298919159146/posts/default/4000971260248473222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4443896298919159146/posts/default/4000971260248473222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idlin.blogspot.com/2008/05/homedec.html' title='Homedec'/><author><name>Ange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11262166096097041611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f8dopuT11oM/TtiVG_25XWI/AAAAAAAAAEc/W2YQOvfThIM/s220/IMG_0315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4443896298919159146.post-3649414544304654035</id><published>2008-03-25T16:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T16:58:46.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'>They Don't Know Maths!!</title><content type='html'>OK every item is bought from the supplier at the cost price which is about 20-40% off the retail price. Then when these items have discounts, during fairs etc, their price go down another 10-20%. Example, an item is RM20.00, at cost price (40%) its RM12.00, and with discount (10%) its RM10.00 with the discount amount counted from the retail price. Right? Another item is also RM20.00 at retail price, cost price at RM12.00, and with the discount 10% counted from the COST PRICE, the price becomes RM10.80. There is a difference right? Imagine when there are hundreds n thousands of that item. The difference isn't going to be "aiya 80cents oni ma!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    I've been trying to explain that the way they key in (and asking me to key in) these datas are wrong. And that colleague of mine (Ms A) just don't understand. She just said that it doesn't matter as long as you just enter the amount at "Sales Adjustment" to balance them, following the total in the invoice which she already made (you'll be shocked at the silly mistakes she made). I just need to let it off somewhere and i'm doing it here. Anyway, so her logic is this-key in all data, if its not the same with the one in invoice, just add/minus accordingly to match them at the Sales Adjustment. I've been adding/minus the total which don't match because she's too lazy to check the openings and balances like she should. Instead she just copy whatever the supervisors feed her. Argh. Well, since I'm leaving this company which have a sucky system, i shouldn't care!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    The arrangement for transports for deliveries and returns have another stupid long process. My other colleague which started work with me at the same time (Ms.B) had to copy 1 thing to 3 different books to keep a record of what going in and out.  Example, returns for 1 book, deliveries for 1 book, transport company name 1 book, transport by our driver 1 book, and another 1 for the number of cartons/offer bins. They can't just use a log book to record them all. Don't know why. OR!! just use the computer dumbass. Amazingly, the same colleague which her wise logic (Ms A) , suggested to record in another book for every in and out with outlets. and the manager agrees with her saying its a great idea. Poor Ms B.... as if the other books don't already have them. Imagine when there's 5 deliveries n 5 returns, she gt copy each of them in more than 3 books..... -_- what a waste of time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    Im shortening my life working here, trying to point out their mistakes by acting the dumb one, like, "what's this? i don't know how to do it, it can't be balanced..." rather than, "wei.. why this thing all wrong wan? how u do geh... check properly la... see ur report i oso vomit blood... think i very free correct for u meh? u know how to do ur work anot? work so long already still dono how to do properly? other people few weeks also seng mok already... what is that inside ur head? nothing? i feel this job no suit u la! change other job ba."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4443896298919159146-3649414544304654035?l=idlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idlin.blogspot.com/feeds/3649414544304654035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4443896298919159146&amp;postID=3649414544304654035' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4443896298919159146/posts/default/3649414544304654035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4443896298919159146/posts/default/3649414544304654035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idlin.blogspot.com/2008/03/they-dont-know-maths.html' title='They Don&apos;t Know Maths!!'/><author><name>Ange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11262166096097041611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f8dopuT11oM/TtiVG_25XWI/AAAAAAAAAEc/W2YQOvfThIM/s220/IMG_0315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4443896298919159146.post-4590403175281643108</id><published>2008-02-21T22:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T22:24:28.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where do brains grow?</title><content type='html'>I have never been pissed off SO many times at one work place. Here I am, thinking whether to switch jobs (if i can find one anyway) or stick to it like i always do with my past jobs until i get accepted into Uni. THERE IS A SERIOUS ABSENCE OF COMMON SENSE. shit. there i go again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started my Japanese class, together with Shin and KarEe. The first class was alright, everything was going well... Until my 2nd class. I told the person in charge on Tuesday morning (1st class was on Monday) that i have classes on Monday and Thursday so i'll need to leave work earlier 30minutes, and i'll just have my lunch break for 30minutes instead of the usual 1hour. So, on Thursday evening,half an hour before my time to leave early, she told me to leave work as usual, because she wanted to inform the boss about my leaving work early. So much for telling her my schedule early! (Where did Mr Common Sense go on Tuesday and Wednesday and Thursday entire morning and afternoon?) OK, so I thought maybe in half an hour she'll inform the boss so i could leave in time. Dreams on a castle made of glass... they talk and talk and boss went home, and she tells me, OK u can leave work early next week :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't have my dinner, i rushed to KL Plaza, i ate my sandwich during a 5min break...AND I still have no idea why am I so patient with my jobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people I think is sane at work is down to 2, when it was 3 before. Damn it. Praise to the Lord for those who has a peaceful work environment. Lucky bastards...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These people is at WAR to show who's the boss! When the boss is not around. Especially that storekeeper... and don't get me started with the pregnant lady... I swear, its not the hormones!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt my life has been shorten for a few years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4443896298919159146-4590403175281643108?l=idlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idlin.blogspot.com/feeds/4590403175281643108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4443896298919159146&amp;postID=4590403175281643108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4443896298919159146/posts/default/4590403175281643108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4443896298919159146/posts/default/4590403175281643108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idlin.blogspot.com/2008/02/where-do-brains-grow.html' title='Where do brains grow?'/><author><name>Ange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11262166096097041611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f8dopuT11oM/TtiVG_25XWI/AAAAAAAAAEc/W2YQOvfThIM/s220/IMG_0315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4443896298919159146.post-7308208221718106099</id><published>2008-01-30T19:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T19:49:19.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SHIT.</title><content type='html'>I have NEVER, i repeat, NEVER despised someone so much in my life. I say that, but I have lived for only 19 years. Who knows which bugger might top this bugger? Anyway, every time I see the storekeeper at the place I work at, I imagine myself reaching for ANYTHING nearby and launch it at him. When I started working there, I thought, well, he's not as bad as everyone is saying he is, he nags, but that is about it. Heaven knows I was SO wrong then. The events today made me reach my boiling point. Well, actually HE reached boiling point first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every outlets, whenever they want to return some goods, would issue a Goods Return Note (GRN), listing every items' code, price, whatnot. The GRN is something like what you would tear out from a receipt book, with a serial number, etc. Then, if the outlet is being supervised by one of the supervisors at the office, they might fill a form, again listing the items, together with the quantity, and there's 2 columns, one counted by the outlet, the other is for the store assistants (at office) to fill in, how many of the items are actually returned. Lets call this paper B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the store assistant that deals with returned goods is HIS wife. She has the nerve to complain to him about silly things (so that he would flame people for her), rather than talking to me, directly. So he spoked in an angry voice, "why no 'paper B'? if u get 'paper B' from supervisors u should give us. we have to write all over again referring to the GRN! blah blah blah (then comes the totally unnecessary shit.) what, u office ppl duno how2do work? dont want to do things isit? if u still duno hw2do this things, lets go to the BOSS office and talk". I wasn't the only one that gets the same shit from him, he likes to threaten (lets say, INVITE?) everyone to DISCUSS in the Boss' office, or the Finance Manager's. The girl that had worked there longer than me curses him each time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, in the evening, its the "CONTAINER GOODS" story. The lorry with the container reached our place, the goods replenish the ones we are short on. Goods are unloaded at the back door, the container can't be brought there because there are cars parking nearby the alley, so it was parked at the larger road. So HE complained about why is the lorry parked outside and argued that it can get into the alley, my colleague said the driver already explained that he can't get into the alley and he CALLED the finance manager(was at lunch :/) to ask us to tell the driver to get into the alley. wtf. then he complained that someone said it was goods coming in, but it isnt, it is a container. Goods or container or SHIT, he'd have to receive it ANYWAY. Well anyway everyone ended up having to help unloading from the container and fill up the LIFT to go up to the 3rd floor (i'm SO beat). Before the day ended, he went BALLISTIC because we loaded a different item onto the lift (he's at 3rd floor), before finish loading the other item (we have probably only 6 different items with no less than 20 CTNS each). So my colleague said the goods in the container wasn't arranged, so they were separated and some was too deep into the container. So he went screaming at everyone at how confusing things were getting (yeah, with 6 different articles only), and how he had to arrange them at the store, and shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah, it was shit. Next time i'll post about his argument with the boss. xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4443896298919159146-7308208221718106099?l=idlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idlin.blogspot.com/feeds/7308208221718106099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4443896298919159146&amp;postID=7308208221718106099' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4443896298919159146/posts/default/7308208221718106099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4443896298919159146/posts/default/7308208221718106099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idlin.blogspot.com/2008/01/shit.html' title='SHIT.'/><author><name>Ange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11262166096097041611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f8dopuT11oM/TtiVG_25XWI/AAAAAAAAAEc/W2YQOvfThIM/s220/IMG_0315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4443896298919159146.post-390083158588023023</id><published>2007-12-02T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T22:06:20.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reason behind habit</title><content type='html'>well, as u can see, i have a Plugoo box to the left of my blog entries, its connected directly to my MSN messenger, so feel free to leave a message. that is, if you don't want your comments to be known ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i resolved, that i was going to study (after reading another chapter of the manga) when i suddenly wanted to grab something to munch on ... so i went to the kitchen, scanned the fridge and my line of eyesight landed upon the pitted prunes (sunsweet). so i took it out, put it on a table near the basin. When i reached for the chopsticks, i looked up to the TV and saw Zhou Hua Jian/ Wakin/ Emil Chau. so i thought, wow cool i can listen to him sing! so i ate some of the prunes using the chopsticks because i don't want the sticky juice to stick on my fingers, and Emil Chau talked to the emcee the entire time. i was still standing behind the kitchen at that time, and the commercial came before he got to sing something (-_-)ll| ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my point is... the 4th prune was going into my mouth when suddenly i had a flashback of my mom asking me why do I eat like a maid. Meaning, i have this habit to eat behind the kitchen counter, away from the living room (actually more like, away from the view of the people sitting in the living room). Yeah, so at that time i suddenly realized why ... it was because my dad would always chase me away from the living room whenever i'm watching tv. so i was pretending to eat/drink behind the counter, hoping that my existence was not known there. so that i could watch more of the tv. here is an example of my living room/ kitchen space&lt;br /&gt; _&lt;br /&gt; ||&lt;br /&gt; ||&lt;br /&gt; LlD  .  .  .  D&lt;br /&gt;____&lt;br /&gt;OOD                                                                                                                   &lt;br /&gt;.  .  x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sofa  .  .         .  TV&lt;br /&gt;wallwallwall&lt;br /&gt;sink&amp;amp;counter&lt;br /&gt;.  .  x                                                                                                    'ol me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4443896298919159146-390083158588023023?l=idlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idlin.blogspot.com/feeds/390083158588023023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4443896298919159146&amp;postID=390083158588023023' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4443896298919159146/posts/default/390083158588023023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4443896298919159146/posts/default/390083158588023023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idlin.blogspot.com/2007/12/well-as-u-can-see-i-have-plugoo-box-to.html' title='Reason behind habit'/><author><name>Ange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11262166096097041611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f8dopuT11oM/TtiVG_25XWI/AAAAAAAAAEc/W2YQOvfThIM/s220/IMG_0315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4443896298919159146.post-6937749570848367362</id><published>2007-11-27T11:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T12:06:12.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exam</title><content type='html'>Well, I'm having my STPM now. I just finished my 3rd last paper an hour ago. I don't know why, but exam seems exciting, my heart won't settle down the night before, and i'll stay awake for hours, ending up not getting enough sleep for the next day. its crazy. You'd think I'm getting married the next day or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, shortly after finishing a test, the solution of a question would suddenly cross my mind. They have the WORST possible timing. "wow, you're so clever, you could do the question" (at last). yeah right, except it doesn't show on your results slip. I'm so frustrated i want to bite some ginger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aww, and my biggest disappointment in Mathematics T paper 2, is that there was NO question on relative velocity! After cutting out Mechanics and Kinematics in the STPM syllabus, then take out Relative Velocity, there's none but little Physics element in the paper anymore! for me, that's like, you get all nervous and excited to get married the next day, then at the church, you get the wrong groom. Not getting the things you anticipated for, sucksss ....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4443896298919159146-6937749570848367362?l=idlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idlin.blogspot.com/feeds/6937749570848367362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4443896298919159146&amp;postID=6937749570848367362' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4443896298919159146/posts/default/6937749570848367362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4443896298919159146/posts/default/6937749570848367362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idlin.blogspot.com/2007/11/exam.html' title='Exam'/><author><name>Ange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11262166096097041611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f8dopuT11oM/TtiVG_25XWI/AAAAAAAAAEc/W2YQOvfThIM/s220/IMG_0315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4443896298919159146.post-3923112670943721799</id><published>2007-11-05T18:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T12:11:06.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mukatsuku (irritated)</title><content type='html'>Its been 3 days since my mom went to China with her &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;heng muis&lt;/span&gt; (siblings), together with my sister, who is the youngest of the bunch, and probably still wondering over her agreement to tag along those middle aged people. well, at least she don't need to spend &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ren min bis &lt;/span&gt; on food, since i have an aunt who frequent China, and seem to know all the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lubangs&lt;/span&gt; for good food (plus, generous acquaintances).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                          Anyway, back to Malaysia, stuck as the only female at home, naturally i'm expected to cook for the remaining members of the family. i don't mind, as long as the ingredients i have are the ones i can identify. i don't know why, but i got super annoyed at the sight of the bunch of vegetables my dad just bought. to avoid taking out my frustration on the vege later, i'm writing to vent it all out. its not that i can't cook it, but the process of getting the vege ready to be cooked is tedious. its such a big bunch and without separating them, JAN! dad displayed them on the board and chopped them into half. I have no choice then... ;_; I'm looking forward to a husband whose career is in the cooking industry. preferably a chinese cuisine chef. well actually, as long as he can make edible stuff, i don't really mind. (though a pastry chef is good too!) xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                          Before logging off, i'm going to add the lyrics to the song playing in my blog. Its "Te wo Tsunaide" by "Younha". People would usually recognize this korean singer from the anime, Bleach's closing theme "Houki Boushi" which is awesome as well. Originally she was more popular in Japan for her japanese songs, but i guess now shes pretty well known in the region. Anyway, take a look at the lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Te Wo      Tsunaide&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p  style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Younha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;table  border="0" width="100%" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td width="50%"&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Romaji&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Kutsu wo nugisute hadashi            ni natta&lt;br /&gt;        Soshite atashi wa nami wo ketta&lt;br /&gt;        Futari tsukutta suna no shirotachi sawaranai you ni&lt;br /&gt;        Dakedo sugu nami ni kesarete&lt;br /&gt;        Atashi wa youyaku omoi ni kizuita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Looking into my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;        You will touch on my heart&lt;br /&gt;        Anata e no omoi wa kawaranai tashika na koto yo&lt;br /&gt;Baby I love you more every day and night&lt;br /&gt;        Te wo tsunaida naraba dokomademo ikeru ki ga suru&lt;br /&gt;        Te wo tsunagu aite ni naritai naa&lt;br /&gt;        Atashi to jaa nee dame desu ka? Onegai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tenki yohou ga “Ashita            wa hare deshou” to tsutaeru&lt;br /&gt;        Ame ga futara omoi tsutaeyou&lt;br /&gt;        Kedo mata yohou wa atatte&lt;br /&gt;        Atashi wa kyou mo omoi himete iru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Looking into my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;        You will touch on my heart&lt;br /&gt;        Samishii toki wa sugu ai ni iku yakusoku suru yo&lt;br /&gt;        Can you hear my song&lt;br /&gt;        I sing for you every night?&lt;br /&gt;        Hitori ja nai tte koto&lt;br /&gt;        Atashi ga nee oshiete ageru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Anata e no omoi egaki kami            hikouki tobasu&lt;br /&gt;        Tsuyoi kaze ga fuite nerai yori hazure&lt;br /&gt;        Ochite mienaku natta&lt;br /&gt;        Nanika shinakya hajimaranai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Looking into my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;        You will touch on my heart&lt;br /&gt;        Ima anata ni mukai tsutaeyou yuuki furishibotte&lt;br /&gt;Baby I love you more every day and night&lt;br /&gt;        Kotae ga dou de are ima dekiru koto wo yarun da to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Looking into my            eyes,&lt;br /&gt;        You will touch on my heart&lt;br /&gt;        Anata ga iru dake de zutto tsuyoku nareru ki ga suru&lt;br /&gt;        Looking into my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;        You will touch on my heart&lt;br /&gt;        Te wo tsunaida naraba dokomademo ikeru ki ga suru&lt;br /&gt;        Te wo tsunagu aite ni naritai naa&lt;br /&gt;        Atashi to jaa nee dame desu ka? Kotaete yo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;/td&gt;       &lt;td valign="top" width="50%"&gt;         &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I took off my shoes so            I was barefooted&lt;br /&gt;        And then I kicked at the waves&lt;br /&gt;        To keep them away from the sandcastles we’d built together&lt;br /&gt;        But the waves washed over them right away&lt;br /&gt;        And I finally realised how much I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Looking into my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;        You will touch on my heart&lt;br /&gt;        The one sure thing is that my affection for you wouldn't change&lt;br /&gt;Baby I love you more every day and night&lt;br /&gt;        When we’re holding hands it felt like we can go anywhere&lt;br /&gt;        I want to be the person holding your hand&lt;br /&gt;        Don’t you want me to? Please&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The weather forecast says            “It’ll be fine tomorrow”&lt;br /&gt;        If it rains I’ll tell you my feelings&lt;br /&gt;        But the weather forecast is right again&lt;br /&gt;        So my love stays hidden again today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Looking into my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;        You will touch on my heart&lt;br /&gt;        I’ll come to you the minute you get lonely, I promise&lt;br /&gt;        Can you hear my song&lt;br /&gt;        I sing for you every night?&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling you&lt;br /&gt;        You’re not alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I draw my love for you on            a paper plane and throw it&lt;br /&gt;        But a strong wind blows it off course&lt;br /&gt;        I can’t see where it landed&lt;br /&gt;        Nothing will happen if I don’t do something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Looking into my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;        You will touch on my heart&lt;br /&gt;        Now I’m going to get up the courage to tell you to your face&lt;br /&gt;Baby I love you more every day and night&lt;br /&gt;        Whatever the answer is, I’ll do what I can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Looking into my            eyes,&lt;br /&gt;        You will touch on my heart&lt;br /&gt;        Just your being here makes me feel like I can be so much stronger&lt;br /&gt;        Looking into my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;        You will touch on my heart&lt;br /&gt;        When we’re holding hands it felt like we can go anywhere&lt;br /&gt;        I want to be the person holding your hand&lt;br /&gt;        Don’t you want me to? Answer me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&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/4443896298919159146-3923112670943721799?l=idlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idlin.blogspot.com/feeds/3923112670943721799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4443896298919159146&amp;postID=3923112670943721799' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4443896298919159146/posts/default/3923112670943721799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4443896298919159146/posts/default/3923112670943721799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idlin.blogspot.com/2007/11/mukatsuku-irritated.html' title='Mukatsuku (irritated)'/><author><name>Ange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11262166096097041611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f8dopuT11oM/TtiVG_25XWI/AAAAAAAAAEc/W2YQOvfThIM/s220/IMG_0315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4443896298919159146.post-673431183575133219</id><published>2007-11-03T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T22:18:47.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FIRST POST!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Yeh... this is the first post of my beberapa'th blog. don't worry, i'm determined to keep this one this time. for now, at least, until i find some faults with google. which i don't think would happen anyway... and... i'd like to thank Ms Shin, my faithful blog reader. she's my bestie afterall! (considering that i don't post frequently ...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     So, to celebrate the occasion, i'm going to open a can of coke and play some PS2. so, until next time, when i can upload some song/review or something. Ja ne~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4443896298919159146-673431183575133219?l=idlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idlin.blogspot.com/feeds/673431183575133219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4443896298919159146&amp;postID=673431183575133219' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4443896298919159146/posts/default/673431183575133219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4443896298919159146/posts/default/673431183575133219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idlin.blogspot.com/2007/11/first-post.html' title='FIRST POST!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Ange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11262166096097041611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f8dopuT11oM/TtiVG_25XWI/AAAAAAAAAEc/W2YQOvfThIM/s220/IMG_0315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
