Beautifully Imperfect.

It's been awhile, blog.

I keep on telling myself I'll sit down and do a proper update one day, and not steal moments in between working hours, or while I'm waiting to go out to lunch (like now) to hastily type a few words in your body and deem it a proper update.

Time just doesn't permit! :( Boo.

The past month has been pretty damn crazy. Planning the Managers' Conference for 1,300 pax - all staff from senior executive level to top management - took up nearly all my time at work. Colleagues said it was like another day job, and I fully agree. Some of my other projects took the backburner and I am fully feeling the effects of chasing up to meet deadlines and clearing all the backlog accumulated.

But work aside, I'm taking a break this weekend! I'm on leave the coming Monday and tomorrow is a full day of training (read: hotel food and leave at 5:30 p.m.) so it feels like a super duper long weekend. Yeay. The boyfriend and I are making a trip down the island down under (Singapore! Not Australia, thought I wish it was :p) to visit Universal Studios and the casino, so it should be a blast.

Off for lunch now, colleague is waiting for me, so it's time to go till the next hasty update. Ack.

Look, I know I promised to be better at the whole blogging thing, but I just seem to have lost the drive to blog. Words don't come as easy as they used to, and they don't string together as easily as they did before either. It was the one thing that I used to do with ease, and the one that felt truly therapeutic besides the sound of music (Shut up, I know you guys are probably saying, "Liar! Shopping is her therapy!". Heh.). Maybe it's the result of sitting in front of my laptop day in and out, using MSN speak. How detrimental to the writer's soul. The lols and omgs come naturally. I don't even read a tenth of what I read at home. Such a shame.

I used to write fictional pieces; little ficlets and long pieces. Poems, plays. Feature articles, interviews, event coverages. I haven't done most of that in a long, long time. I should join the mag team when I get back if Monash Malaysia has one.

The blog was supposed to be my way of connecting with the people back home. To convey that I am indeed, well and alive. Talk about mission: failed. Eep.

Come on blogging bug, give me a bite!

That aside, yes, results came out three days ago, and I am so, so relieved. I expected what I was going to get for some units, and surpassed expectations for the remaining ones, so...go, me. I have successfully conquered Taxation Law (with a lot of sweat and stress and muscles from lugging those bricks they call books to and fro every Wednesday and Thursday) and will never ever EVER have to endure deductibility of expenses, and fringe benefits tax, and franking credits and, oh god, let's not go through the whole list again, shall we? Just one more law unit to go in my degree, and it really can't be over quick enough.

In case you haven't already noticed, law and I? Not good friends.

Jia Yi said, in her blog, that we're now officially third year students. And omg, yes, we are officially third year students. Is that insane or what? I remember sitting for SPM as clear as yesterday. Wait, maybe even clearer than yesterday. All the twelve hour group studies with my best study bud, Chris; sitting on the terrace in between papers with the girlfriends, all the frantic good-lucks and all-the-bests before I begin the long walk down the aisle to my seat which was right in front of the stage.


We actually found time to cam-whore in between SPM papers. Imagine that. Lol.


Taken immediately after our last paper. Smell of freedom, and the beginning to the rest of our lives. And yes, I have heard from others that my eyes are extremely small in this picture. I do not need to hear it again from you and you and you.

Isn't it strange how time zips you by? I'm apparently bordering the end of my teen years, no matter how vehemently I want to deny that fact, more than half way through my degree and yes, that much closer to having to be a full-fledged adult.

Idon'twanttogrowup! *throws tantrum*

Meh, this post was not intended to be a nostalgic-looking-back-at-yester-year post. -____-" I'm still young and immature and childish, dammit. Hah.

Anyway, in between rounds of never-ending gossiping and trying to squeeze the products of my shopping into boxes and bags, we've been trying to complete all the things we said we'd do throughout the year in Melbourne but never got off our lazy laurels to do. The next week is going to be jam-packed with food and sights and must-dos.

Stalactites - which is apparently this fantastic Greek place which has awesome souvlakis on the corner of... erh, was it Lonsdale St and Russell St? I said that I've never heard of it, and Caryn, and later Ian stared at me like I was nuts. So yes, must-try.

Smith St - sporting wear factory outlets, Roxy, Nike, Adidas, the deal.

Chapel St again- window-shopping because I sure as hell can't afford the shops there, and I really want to try that cute American-style diner with booth seats and jukeboxes. Very 60's feeling.

DFO again - whaaaaaaaat? *looks innocent*

Lygon St for the gazillionth time - I refuse to leave Melbourne without a scoop of Roche at Freddo's. :'(

Brunswick - for the chocolate-dipped churros and the most amazing salmon pizza in the world.

St Kilda - the beach, the quaint shops, and apparently a latin festival.

Vic Market - which holds a summer night market on Monday and Wed nights.

Chadstone Shopping Centre - where I've spent so much of my time working and shopping. Sigh. I must go back there one last time.

Grandma Kimchi in Carnegie - I'm going to miss the Korean food here so badly and am going to hunt for a good Korean joint when I get back. The best steamboat, bibimbab and bulgolgi ever. Sigh.

Uzu in Caulfield - Best sushi in Melbourne and where I spent all my Thursday lunches with Joachim in the first sem and with dear Tricia throughout the entire year. Memories and good food.

Christmas in the Park at Malvern Road - Apparently there's this Christmas celebration nearby in Stonnington where they perform Christmas songs in the evening and there's like a carnival, with food and drinks and crafts for sale.

Eep. Have I left anything out? Imagine that, eight (techinically nine, but I'm sure the last day will be frantically spent trying to squeeze in more things into my poor old bag passed down from generations ago) more days and so many things to do! And so many things to eat. :-S


I've actually been doing quite well so far in terms of making the best of my exchange. I've been to places I wanted to go, done things I've never thought I would ever do, experienced a bit of Aussie culture. It's been great. And I'm going to miss this place.

Marked off yet another thing we've been looking forward to doing since the beginning of the year on Saturday - cherry picking!

Mel and I went along with her friend, who was her senior at work during her internship at EY last year. Him, and a humongous bunch of his friends, and a few of Mel's cell group members who came along. The cherry farm, Chappies, is in Dandenong, which is about over an hour's drive from Melbourne.


The cherry orchard flanked by tall pine trees behind.


Ladies and gentlemen, that is what a cherry tree looks like.


Mel, Stephanie and Wei Wen before we left to pick.


The cherry farm.


Yum. We were so excited to see the cherry trees, and almost attacked them. Seriously, picking a cherry fresh off the tree and popping it into your mouth - very fun. And, they were so sweet and juicy.


As you can see, we were very excited to spend a day with the cherries.


Super-cherry-picke-and-lover Mel in action.


Cheery. Cherry.


A branch of cherries. They look a tad like grapes.


That looks...kinda obscene. Heh.


The reddest ones we found, which later we found out the hard way that the redder, the less ripe they actually are.


Oh my family is going to be so, so jealous.


For some reason, this picture makes me feel like I'm in Malaysia. Strange.


Mel and Wei Wen.


:)


Cherries make Wen a happy girl.


A pair of cherries. It reminds me of what you feed your fluff pets with in Facebook. Heh.


Row after row of cherry trees. Heaven.


Don't they look so pretty and juicy?


On the way back from the orchard to the cherry farm reception. Yes, we are very proud of our cherry picking skills.


All cherried out.


The cherries for sale at the reception. Did you guys know that not all cherries are red? There are those yellow ones too. Interesting, eh?


Rows of raspberries. I never knew there were so many types.


Raspberry trees, or rather, bushes.


Raspberries up close. Ehh, give me cherries any day. Raspberries are kinda sour-ish and... hairy.


The famous Pie in the Sky!


The Pie Floater, which is a specialty, and apparently a "Gold Medal Winner". Heh. It's actually a steak pie in pea and bacon soup, topped with mashed potatoes, and was really good. Mmm.


The quaint little shops there.


Cupcakes, but not your yummy butter and frosting cupcakes, but made out of...soap.


Us lazing around on a lazy Saturday evening. Boy, am I gonna miss this.


I still couldn't stop taking pictures after we got home. Our dear cherries. Heh.



See you all very very soon. Loveeee, Wen. :)

So, the purple pretty layout has stuck with me for more than over a year, maybe? *pets purple layout for being so loyal* But we-ell, time for a spiffy change.

I still love my purple like no other, but it's back to the blue. All-time favourite colour. Colour of the seas and skies. Peaceful. We'll see how long I stick with this blue, neither here nor there, narcisstic layout.

The alignment seems all rubbish-y with my laptop, though, don't know if it looks that way for anyone else.

Drop me a line, guys!

Psst: Hands up, people back home who were very pleasantly surprised at pasar malam yesterday! Hee. I was soooo tempted to let the cat out of the bag.

Okay, that's enough with procrastinating and back to work.

Have a wonderful Easter, everyone. :)

I can't see my blog. Where are you, oh bloggy? All I see is 'Cannot Find Server', and I'm getting pissed off.

Okay. *holds breath* Hopefully this post goes through. I've been having problems with posting to Blogger for the past few days because of the earthquake, but this one might go through? Crap. Now I've gone and done it and jinxed myself, probably.

Anyway, incessant rambling aside. The point of this post?

HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE! Have an amazing 2007, may it be filled with fun, love, joy and truckloads and truckloads of laughter, and a gazillion dreams fulfilled! Wen loves you all. :)

Hopefully my photo uploader works soon, because I've got dozens and dozens of photos of Christmas and New Year and Penang which I'm going to dump here. Heh.

Oh, and also? It was my blog's second birthday on the 28th of Dec! Wow. I can't believe I've been writing here for two years already. Good times.

Be back shortly, love you all!

Okay, so Blogger has their whole system upgraded and now you can have tags for each post. Sorta like bookmarking your entries with a certain categories. Like for example, if I tag this post with football, you can click on the football category and all the posts with football in it will come up. Or rather, I think that's how it's gonna work. Livejournal has had this feature for a long time now, and Wordpress too. I tried to do it with HTML myself, but blah, I gave up because I am techonologically challenged.

Haven't really explored the new stuff, but apparently you can make your blog private now. I don't know how to do it, but I'm wondering if I should. It's not that I blog a whole lot about very personal stuff and I don't get spam stuff except for that bitch that one time. I don't know. Safe than sorry?

Anyways. I. WENT. SHOPPING!

It is the best thing to do. I haven't really been REALLY REALLY shopping since exams were over, so it was so damn fun. Plus, I went with parents. So, uhhh, heh. They paid. >.<

Picked up this really awesome dress for my mom because my parents are go for this fancy dinner every year at the Penang Turf club in December. It's pretty low-cut, and my dad kept on grumbling about how my mom needs to wear something inside because everyone will be looking at her. Hee. And my mom, who obviously knows she's gonna wear something inside, just lets him grumble on to irritate him. :P

It is the awesome Ms. Ng Siok Kwan's 19th birthday tomorrow so make sure you buy her a super duper big present wish her. It's the thought that counts. :D

I somehow seem to have lost the drive for blogging. Strange, isn't it? I was so super gung-ho about it in the beginning. I don't know how Sheng does it, seriously.

I still want to blog. I still like the idea of blogging. I still love to blog. But I just can't bring myself to do it at this time. Probably because I really don't have much to say, except that long-overdue birthday post. It's been classes, day in day out. Monotonous. Nothing to scream and shout about. Nothing to blog about. I really doubt you'd like to hear about my four hour Macroeconomics lecture on a Saturday. See?

So, just bear with me while I try to get the blogging wheels back in motion.

It's 5:13 in the morning. I'm waiting for my hair to dry, and yes, I seriously need to invest in a bloody hairdryer. I don't know why I don't have one, but well, at least now I know I need one. Downside of long hair- it's going to take me at least another hour before I can sleep without wetting my pillow. With my wet hair, of course. What were you thinking?

If this post seems awfully random and pointless, bear with me. I just came back from Q-Bar with the gang and I'm knackered. Loads of fun. It always is. Would have been better with good music (and if they didn't overkill the Tokyo Drift song which just grates on your nerves after 3 spins), but the company made up for it in more ways than one. Ran into a couple of MUFY friends, surprisingly. Them and me both, hah. Met a bunch of Monash people as well. It's crazy how we're all in the same university, and yet have never seen each other before tonight. Shows how big-assed unis are.

Speaking of uni, this reminds me of a crack Yeong Kok made in a lecture:

Lecturer: (talking about some lady who's apparently after him) Lady A was sexy, mannn.

Yeong Kok: (turns around) He said Lady A is a sexy MAN!

Me: -_-" *giggle giggle*


Random-ness, don't you plain love it?

For some strange reason, when I don't blog, I don't blog for ages. And when I do start to blog again, I blog very frequently, sometimes even two posts in a day. I really don't know how people do it every day.

So, why haven't I been blogging? I wish I could give you a reason, but it's probably due to me being sloth-like and pushing it away to the bottom of my to-do list. Not that my to-do list has been fulfilled much, actually, come to think of it.

I've been (slowly) easing back into my uni schedule. I've only got three days of classes a week this semester, which I think will make me into an even lazier person than I already am. I feel the pressure this sem, for some unknown reason. The first assignment is due in about a week from now, which is precisely, a day before my birthday. -_-"

So, I'm going to be stressed out AGAIN. My hair's going to be oily, I'm going to have breakouts of acne, super deluxe eyebags and horrible horrible skin- all before my birthday. Which means I'm going to look like crap on my birthday. Damn you, macroeconomics.

I just had to have that superficial girly moment there, forgive me.

Psst- A very happy birthday to my old Sunday School friend, Nikki, and to my darling second brother who still looks as young as he did fifteen years ago. :D

PPS- To make up for my not blogging so often, I promise the GUYS a very interesting feature post up next. Hee.

Wahhh. My blog naik harga. :D

This program, Technorati is based on how many people link to your blog. The more, the more your blog is worth. Not bad, considering it's a Blogspot blog, compared to Xanga where they have subscriptions and therefore, more links.

Previously



Currently

I realise that I mostly blog these days at the comp labs. It's fast and it's convenient. And I don't freaking care if people are looking over my shoulder to see what I'm writing. It's like, I've seen people very blatantly blogging in the labs, and very blatantly trying to block what they're typing. If it's THAT private in the first place, you probably wouldn't even be blogging about it now, would you? Unless, well, your blog's private. I haven't figured out how to do that yet, but at the moment, I don't feel any need to anyways. Don't make me make my blog private, all you lurkers! Y'all don't wanna lose your source of entertainment because I'm such an interesting person now, do you? Blah.

So anyways. I digress. Like I always do.

The opportunity cost of today's post is a missed Management lecture. Bryan and I have decided to talk about everyday ongoings in academic terms i.e. opportunity cost, scarcity, debit/credit, all that shit la. It's supposed to help us get by (and also I think it makes us feel more intellectual, that's why). I woke up at 7.0o SHARP to the sound of my alarm clock blaring and blaring like there's no tomorrow. So I turned over and did the 'smart' thing: I turned it off, flipped over and went back to snoring like an old man (I think I can join Wei Soon's Snoreharmonic Orchestra already). So lazy-bummy me was very late for the very boring and very long Management lecture. Lazy-bummy me skips Management lecture to complete Business and Econs Stats assignment. The rest, as they say, is history. Here I am, blogging and blasting music through my headphones to wake me up.

I'm blogging because the internet connection here is heavenly. I tell you, if my dad ever eases up on me and finally gives me the advantage of broadband, I think I'll blog pretty often. Because it's fast like *snaps fingers* that!

So again, anyways. What was the point of today's post? I think i forgot. Whoops.

Oh yes, bloody spammers. Dieeeeeeeeee. Not like my chatterbox has ever been polluted with anony-spammers but I know of people who do. So spammers: die. Or us big-bad-bloggers will come hunt you down and smash your head with a meat-cleaver. Oh yeah, we can see your IP addy and stuff like that. [Not like it really makes a difference to me, but I just like saying that for the sake of saying that]

I was going to type out a whole rant about spammers and their disturbance to the existence of this world, but I'm lazy. So there. Pfft.

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The song of the mo- All American Rejects' Move Along.

Thought of the minute- Lucky I came early and managed to snag a comp for myself. The ratios are like 7 students to one comp. Usually we have to prowl around for comps and once an available one surfaces.. we all attaaaack!

Wish(es) of the day- To go back to form five.

Thing(s) I should do- Stop blogging for this week, at least!

Thing(s) you should do- Play some netball. I so wannnnnnaaaa play. After watching all the Commonwealth Games. Let's go, someone, pretty please?

My favourite quotes since the last time I blogged:

Plagarised from dear Shengs: "True friends are ppl who let you know what, where, when, who, how and why things happens with absolute truth..even if you may not like it.."

She says she doesn't know if such a quote exists, but heck care. I like it.

As usual, it takes a lot more to drag myself out from bed on Mondays. Psychologically, Mondays seem to be one hell of a day, and I mean that in the worse possible way.

Monday is the day where I have two hours of a Business and Econs Stats tutorial sitting in the cold, cold computer lab with Mel, not understanding much that comes out from our tutor's mouth, while Bryan and Zhen Han play Yahoo! Pool.

Monday is the day where I feel like I'm carrying weights because I have to carry two heavy, heavy textbooks to class.

Monday is the day where I always fail to wake up on time because my body miraculously adjusts to sleeping in late during weekends, but miraculously resists waking up early on weekdays.

Monday is the day where I have to be in uni from 9 in the morning till 5:30 in the evening.

Monday is the day where the roads are jammed up.

Monday is the day where there are most people around on campus, causing the comp labs to be even more packed than usual.

Monday is the day where... ugh. Let's just stop.


Well, like they say, every cloud has a silver lining, so let's look at Monday's silvery lining.

Monday is the day where SS2 has pasar malam.

Monday is the day where I have three break hours in between classes, which very thankfully clashes with Ching's, Ming's and Xue's.

Monday is the day where... hmmm... I think that's all.

So yeah, I'm not fond of Mondays.

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Now, Fridays, there's a day I absolutely enjoy.

Especially Friday nights.

Went out with Manda, Sk, Elaine, Sharmo and her student-exchange friends, Izra, Chong Ern [I don't know if that's the spelling but Sharm calls her Chongers] and Sharon; and Marie, an exchange student from Greenland.

Or in Sharmin's terms: "That's me, The Lainey, The Mando, The Wenders and The Siokers, Kak Izzy (Swiss Jakun 1), Marie (AFS Exchange Student from Greenland), Kak Share (Swiss Jakun 2) and Chongers (Swiss Jakun 3)."

Notice how everyone has nicknames. I'm liking 'The Wenders'. Lol. Maybe I should use it from now on.

We went out for a night of let-loose in Bangsar which I so totally needed after stressing out about my management assignment for the entire week.

Did not spend a single cent. That's the best part. No cover-charge and free drinks; gin, whiskey, vodka; for ladies all night long. Aaaah. Not to mention that Castle always plays good music to booty-shake to. And the couple of vv-cute white guys standing around. Phwoar.

I always like dancing to RnB music minus all the meraba-rabaing shit from some guys who just do NOT get that we don't want to be touched. Esp that weirdo Thai guy who kept on using two very recycled pickup lines on Sioki and scary looking Indian/African dudes; that aside, it was a great night out, ladies. And as usual, mamak afterwards in the middle of the morning was fun too.

It's ALWAYS Sharmin's fault for making us idiots. I don't even remember why we were doing Rasa Sayang in the middle of the club, or why we were singing patriotic songs in the middle of the mamak. We just were. *covers face* Hopefully nobody recognises us!

It was great, great fun. It always is. Manda, next round soon, kay.

Thankfully, no discriminating pictures of us being intoxicated this time.

Psst!: Darling Sharmin left to NS today. She will come back more patriotic, nation-loving and... dark. And we will miss her so.

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Went to Leo IU on Saturday with the board of directors of our year. Ching, Sioki, Jo, Sheng. It was fun. I really enjoyed myself, and it's very nice to see them achieve something which we didn't get to do. All credit to them, but somehow, I would still like to think that we laid the foundation for the club that's helping it to rise. But of course, I'm terribly biased. :D

They put on a pretty good show: dances, bands, singing, a sketch, and shuffling, which we so liked. Lol. It was really impressive, DIFFERENT, which is key. Fantastic turn out too.

I'm really, really, really proud of them [and I also feel really, really, really old saying that]. I know how much effort goes into putting on a show like this. I've been there, I've done that. Of course there were glitches, of course there were flaws, but they did a great job, nonetheless. Although I didn't like some one/thing in particular and Sheng knows what :D

One downside? Seniors had to pay. They made their past president pay. What man.

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On my entertainment note: there's this new TVB drama coming out on Astro soon that I wanna watch. Bad timing. Being the horrible idiot-tube addict that I am, I will definitely watch every single episode of it.



It's called 'The Last Breakthrough', and it's about doctors who travel to underdeveloped, poverty-strickened countries to save people. Very different storyline by TVB's standards.

Plus, it stars this actor called Nick Cheung [I can hear Mary screaming already] in his comeback performance, and another guy called Raymond Lam [I can hear myself screaming already]. :D

Bad, baaaaad Astro. Not good for health.

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I can't NOT post about Malaysia's great performance, overall, in the Commonwealth Games. I love watching sports, and rooting for our own country. My entire family does. I remember watching weightlifting [yeah, I know, who watches weightlifting, right?] with my entire family and all fourteen of us were cheering. Imagine what noise that would be. We were ALL cheering for the skinny Malaysian dude who can carry weights that weigh more than 15 sacks of rice or 1 of my father. I personally thought he was going to snap, because he's a stick, like this --> !

But, he won, and we all went nuts in front of the TV.

Sports brings people together. As corny as that sounds.

And Malaysia has seven gold medals to show for their effort. Kudos. Four from badminton, two from lawn bowls [I didn't even know we had a lawn bowling team, let alone a gold winning lawn bowling team.], and one from weightlifting. Quite a number of silvers and bronzes. Not bad, eh?

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I know I don't blog that often, and I don't blog systematically, with only one set thing in mind. I only blog when and because I want to, because I can't force myself to write when I don't want to. I don't want this blog to become JUST a recap of my daily activities, just another 'I woke up at 8 today, and pulled on my jeans, and packed my books in a hurry' kind of blog. Who cares, right? If I had my own personal, manual write-down journal, do you think I'd write about what makeup I slapped onto my face and which shoes I wore to class on a Wednesday? No way. Big waste of ink.

My system just shuts down when I'm not in the mood. So, forgive me if this post is rather random and sketchy, I'm blogging partically because Wenxue claims that he needs his entertainment from my blog. What type of entertainment he could possibly get from this, I don't ever know. So Wenxue? Nah, one sentence for you. And I also said if I get a daughter next time, I'll name her Xue Wen after Wenxue. We'll see if I keep to it. Although, what caused me to say that I don't know. I plead temporary insanity. Although, thank god, Xue Wen does sound nice, so I may be keeping to my word after all.

And also, another reason this may be awfully boring: I'm blogging with dry contacts on so my eyesight isn't the sharpest. Well, actually it's not usually sharp anyway, but it's less sharp. Right. Ignore me if you didn't get that.

And: My gigi-biru device cracked. Sigh. He was my best computer-thingy friend for awhile there. So, no pics for you guys.

In short, excuse this post if it was terribly boring. Unless of course, all my posts are boring.

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The song of the mo- Delta Goodrem's Last Night on Earth.

Thought of the minute- Must remove contact lenses. Now.

Wish(es) of the day- For uni to ease up a little on me. And to get a better tutor for Biz and Econs Stats.

Thing(s) I should do- You know what I should do if you've been reading all this while. Lol.

Thing(s) you should do- Try checking out this band called Jack's Mannequin.

My favourite quotes since the last time I blogged:

At Leo IU-

Emcee 1: So, what song are you going to sing for us?

Singer: Erm, I'm Feeling You?

Emcee 2; Chee Kong: [very softly into the mic, sounding deadpan] She's feeling me?

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At lunch today in Pizza Hut:



*Things you'll need to understand before understanding the conversation:
Note 1 for the sane: Ming and Wenxue have a deluded notion that I'll one day marry a guy with the surname 'Kok'. Don't ask why. It's not an interesting theory.

Note 2 for the ignorant: Gary Neville and Phil Neville are two footballers who play in the English Premier League. Gary Neville is this blogger's favourite football player.

Note 3 for the very ignorant: Lucas and Nathan are two characters from this blogger's favourite TV show, One Tree Hill.

Last note for the extremely ignorant: Kimi Raikkonen is this blogger's favourite F1 driver and also the most gorgeous F1 driver to walk the face of this earth.

There, you're all set now for the quote, lol.*

Ming: If you have kids, I think you'll name them Gary and Phil.

Me: Oh yeah. Not bad. Either that or Lucas and Nathan *laughs* Too bad Kimi's a terrible name for a guy.

Ming: Haha! Imagine if it's Kimi Kok!

Wenxue: Kimi Kok! *laughs hysterically* Gimme...Kok!

Everyone: *laughs like a bunch of lunatics in the middle of Pizza Hut*

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I decided it was time for a blog makeover. Started fiddling around with my photoshop program again last night..


..And yeah, I'm feelin' the purple!



So, yes, I suppose you've realised that I'm a geek. Deal with it.



=D

My goodness. If anyone ever told me how hard beautifying a blog was gonna be, I wouldn't even have done this in the first place. I am retardedly, spastically HTML disabled. No kidding. It took me ages to put up a FLOOBLE CHATTERBOX there on your right and change the ugly colours that came along with the template. It looks so much better now that the two hours spent are, well, not so wasted after all.

New Year's Resolution: LEARN HTML!

Lol. JUEN KIEM is an ego-booster. I'm telling you, people. He inflates your ego and makes you feel good about yourself. He could probably make an elephant feel like it could fit into a S-sized swimsuit. I'm not kidding. He made me feel like I could conquer the fears of HTML. Lol. It takes a brave young man to convince me that I can. *nods head vigorously*

If anyone can give me a crash-course in HTML, please do drop me a line. I'd be eternally grateful and I will gladly name my firstborn child after you. Unless of course, your name is Gaylord Focker. (Lol. If you've watched 'Meet The Fockers', you'd get this.)