tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-80354607730859115802024-02-19T01:56:09.579-08:00cowabunga!!life as it is comes with ups and downs... dont get me wrong.. im not like oprah who brags about all life issues and such.. just sharing about life in Marianne's eyes.. so im gonna quote "hope you guys like it, love it, hate it, whatever!! just enjoy it" from rin on the rox..Marianne Trahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02823767616699971846noreply@blogger.comBlogger22125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8035460773085911580.post-57812703451572783132010-11-16T20:48:00.000-08:002010-11-16T20:50:04.223-08:00Long awaited update...<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Been lazy on updating the blog... Have no clue.. I guess no inspiration???? Plus, I'm helping my mum with her club's blog... Do check it out.. :) </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Remember my wisdom tooth?? Extracted 2 of them already.. The bottom two... I don't think I'll extract the top 2 for the mean time.. Not causing any problem anyway.. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">So... I'm gonna TRY to explain the experience in a scientific way... Here goes.. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The reason why I need to have the surgery done is because both bottom wisdom tooths were impacted... Thus, infection occurs due to the trapped food particles in the jaw area behind the wisdom tooth where regular brushing and flossing is difficult and ineffective... Plus, the wisdom tooth caused crowding of the teeth which is the result of not having enough space on the jaw or in the mouth... </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The first extraction wasn't that bad... Anesthetic was given.. 3 times.. The dentist let it set for a while and we talked about politics... Then I started to talk really funny.. Sounded funny.. And I can't feel my tongue.. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">So she started the surgery... She asked her assistant to take something which is called an elevator.. And I'm like what?? The name itself is scary... The elevator is actually used to loosen the tooth or the roots of the tooth for extraction... It's not painful actually.. I just felt the pressure against the other tooth on the jaw... </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">It took a while for her to extract the tooth.. Throughout the whole time.. I was saying D-E-L-I-G-H-T.. Which was the name of the dental light.. Then out comes the tooth... Can really see that it's decay on the inside.. And I get to bring it home!! OOORARA!! Dr. Noraini didn't sew the wound.. Instead, she inserted some sponge and fibre tingee into the hole.. It's a big hole mind you..</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Went back home and sleep the whole day... Felt weak... And can't really eat.. Felt weird to chew because the gauze is still inside (to apply pressure to the wound).. Anyways, had soup for dinner and went back to sleep... </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The next extraction was after I came back from KL.. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Made quite a huge mistake for not having a heavy breakfast before the surgery.. When she injected the anesthetics, I felt dizzy... I thought the double vision only exist in the movies... It was REAL!! Its like looking at two things when in actual fact, there's only one... Dr. Noraini got me to drink a cup of tea with lots of sugar in it... Pretty sweet!! </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Then she began the surgery.. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Since the 2nd wisdom tooth did not experience any decay, it was bigger.. So she had to use the high speed drill... She had to cut the crown a bit in order to push up the tooth for extraction... It was BLOODY SCARY!! Like for real.. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Her assistant was holding the dental suction.. And when I look at it, the tube was filled with blood.. Thank God I'm not scared of blood and all.. I could have fainted.. But it was so cool to see... Anyways, there were 3 things in my mouth.. The dental suction, the elevator and the high speed drill... </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">It took her a longer time to extract the tooth compared to the 1st wisdom tooth.. She even told her assistant to get a bigger high speed drill.. It's pretty scary to sit there and listen to all the drilling and the names of the utensils used...</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">When she took out the tooth, I'm like WOAH! THAT'S HUGE!! And the battle is over.. Phew!!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">This time, it was harder for me to recover... The wound was bigger and it was more painful... </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Each extraction cost RM850.. So, altogether my mama paid RM 1700... The next dental appointment, BRACES!! The dentist said she gave my mama a special price which was RM10,500... The normal price was RM12,500... All at Dental Profile.. :)</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">XOXO..</span>Marianne Trahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02823767616699971846noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8035460773085911580.post-7158705053979046102010-10-28T01:21:00.000-07:002010-10-28T01:22:45.362-07:00Sparkly Twinkle Stars...<span class="body"></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Lions Club of Kuching Host did it with a bang as they celebrated their "45 Years Service in Lionism on the 9th October, 2010 at the Riverside Majestic Hotel... </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The dress code was formal.. I ain't got anything formal like a long dress so I just use a simple toga LBD... U can't go wrong with a LBD.. My mama wore a purple French designer long dress... She lost weight and got a chance to wear that dress.. Amazin!! </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I thought the dinner was gonna be just like any other dinner... Until I saw the performances.. Seriously, they're talented... The entertainment part of the dinner was coordinated well... Tou shey!!!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Grand entrance was lead by the traditional dancers... Followed by Lion Dignitaries... The dancers danced around the VIP table and head their way on stage on continued dancing there... The pace of the dance were kinda fast... But they were good.. All of them were spot on.. Two thumbs up.. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">There was a belly dance.. 3 of them were super slim.. My mum's friends laughed as they were joking about who would perform like them on their club's anniversary... Training, training and slim down!! That would do the trick.. I guess... </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">He's the Director of the Kuala Lumpur Symphony Orchestra... Mr Brian Tan.... He played the violin like there's no tomorrow.. A few of us didn't bother eating anymore.. We just watched him perform... He's full of life when he's playing his music.. Admire him to the max.. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">What is an Anniversary without cake.. Right?? </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">We get to eat the cake... Yum!! Chocolate and Vanilla cake with fresh cream... </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">All in all a glamorous event not to forget... </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">XOXO... p/s: Got the pictures from websites and friend's FB.. Thanks!! </span><br />
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</tbody></table><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">My eldest brother Gordon was uber kind to bring me and my mama for a trip to KL... Its actually an early birthday gift for my mama.. So his plan was to bring my mama there to unwind herself as she's been taking care of granny... And trust me, it ain't easy to take care of granny... A little bit of shopping and walking around the city was how we pamper our mama...</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">So, we left early in the morning... Early for me actually... We went on board the 8am flight to KL... It was sooo exciting because it's been awhile since I've been on a plane... My cousin actually booked the flight for us as me and my mama are like anti-credit card people... Once you think you got all the cash in one card, you tend to spend more than usual... Hehe.. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Okay okay.. Back to the story.. As we were checking in, I realized that my mama and Gordon were sitting together.. And I was sitting somewhere else.. First thing that came to my mind was.. "OH KEJAM NYER...."</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">While waiting for the plane... My mama and I start to judge on people's clothings just like Joan Rivers... We made this thing that when someone dress up to standard, we would say "DING DING DING!!" and when something tragic pass by, we would sound like freaking buzzers... </span><br />
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</tbody></table><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">So anyhoo, there's this one angmo couple wearing jammies to the airport.. Like, what are they thinking?? My mum said most probably they didn't have their shower yet.. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">And it gets funnier... Being away from my mama and my bro, I thought nothing would get worst.. Until... The jammy couple sat next to me and I was like... OH NO!!! Having a healthy nose (no more sinus) and able to smell everything, that was probably the last place I wanna be... The smell was HORRIFYING!! I wish I can open the window... Throughout the whole time, I wrap myself with my shawl and it smells 100x better...</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">As the plane landed, I was like OMG!! Thank God!! Reunited with my family again... Saw those AirAsia Cabin Crews and how I wish I'm them.. If I didn't get the offer to go study at KL, I would work my bum off to be an air stewardess.. Owh well.. You'll never know what the future holds...</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">My other cousin, Maatin picked us up with their new car.. The interior and exterior is FAB... Love it to the max.. The car is Peugeot 3008... </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">My mama and Gordon are like HUGE fans of IKEA.. My mama started loving it when we were at Holland and shopped for the first time in Ikea... Gordon however loved it when he lived in KL one time...</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Maatin and I thought that we were faster than both our mums and Gordon.. But actually we were waaayyyyy behind them.. Must be because we were fooling around with all the stuff...</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">After paying for everything, Maatin and I decided to stay back and head to The Curve to wait for Melina... But unfortunately, she didn't come.. Anyways, we head back to Ikea because it is just a SIN to not eat dem SWEEDISH MEATBALLS!! 10 pieces for RM10.. Inclusive of fries, gravy and jam.... OMG... That just made me hungry.. I think I'm gonna make myself a sandwich... Hold up...</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">BACK AGAIN!! Kaya and toast never taste this good..</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">2nd day... Its all about the shopping.. So we went to Lowyat because Gordon wants to get a laptop for himself.. But before that.. Time to charge ourselves.. Had chicken rice and to my shock.. The mamak stalls in KL do not sell GREEN TEA!! This is just unacceptable... </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Off to Lowyat.. Gordon thought us girls would get bored with all them tech stuff.. He asked us to head to Bintang Plaza.. The thing is.. We got lost.. Owh well.. Back to the boys..</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">We went into the HP Shop to look out for Gordon's Lappie.. At first, the workers practically didn't care about us.. Until Gordon said that he would buy the lappie.. Out of nowhere, the workers said "Oh! Come and have a sit"... Funny how money works eh??</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Had lunch at Bukit Bintang, bought a few items for my nephews and off to KLCC...</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">At KLCC.. It was a sad sad moment when I saw Topshop was closed for renovation... DANG!!! Went around... And saw my mama's face went blue.. I know she was worried that I was gonna spend a lot or something.. Kesian her.. So I didn't spend on anything.. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Walked around and I saw heaven in the form of PEDRO... Holy mother!!!! Their amazin!! Did I tell you that I have a passion for heels?? I love them! FAB!! Saw Ninna Ricci boots and their amazin!! You have no idea how I had to hold back the urge to buy them heels...</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Studio Tangs is my FAV!!! Awesome heels and handbags.. A little bleh on the clothes department tho.. Went around.. Pull and bear is so so so.. I can't put into words what kind of style it is.. Owh well.. Saw a few amazin shops... Walked around and was glad to see my mama smiling... :)</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Met up with Mel.. AWESOME!! My mama almost said "BOOBS" when she saw Mel.. Funny mama.. Went to Cotton On... Another fav shop... The clothes are super comfy to wear.. That got me thinking... "OMG.. I'm so gonna be broke when I move to KL"... Lord help us all...</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Wanted to eat at the Japanese place selling Terriyaki.. or was it Teppanyaki... I don't know la.. Unfortunately, the place was closed.. Too bad.. Maatin suggested to go to some mamak stall nearby... Mel didn't know the way so she followed Maatin's car from the back.. I get to sit in her MYVI again!! Hee!! Owh ya!! Mel and I discussed about parking ticket prices in KL.. Such a mature topic I know but ITS BLOODY TRUE!! It's DANG expensive!!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">So we head out of Pavilion.. Love that place... Owh ya!! There's an LV boutique opposite it... AMAZIN!!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">We went to some weird place.. On the way there, both of us wondered where Maatin was taking us... The place didn't look like there's any place to eat nearby.. Anyways, we found the place.. Ate Roti Nan (have no clue how to spell)... DANG!! Things aren't cheap in KL.. Eating those stuff cost us RM50 (rounded up)... Exclusive of drinks..</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Time to head home and part ways... Will see you again Melina Lynn Minos.. :)</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">3rd day.. PARAMORE DAY!!! But first.. National Institute of Ophthalmology... I told Ms Laila, Marketing Executive of NIO, that I would come and take a look at the place... Its practically next to the Tun Hussein Onn Eye Hospital... </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Glad that my mama and I get to meet her.. She's such a doll I tell you.. And she told me that the intakes are in a small scale.. Thus, the classes are smaller... Great!! More attention given by the lecturers... And the staff there treat the students like their own children which is even better... Love the place and I can't wait to start studying there.. Ms Laila told me that the dress code was formal.. The first thing that came to my mind was Ms Pepper Pots from IronMan.. :)</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">While my mama and aunt went out to continue shopping.. Gordon, Maatin and I get ready for the concert..</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">So the train arrived.. And I heard the lady from the speaker said that the middle coach is specifically from ladies only... And I wondered why.. I said "CIS!! SO SEXIST!!"... Until... I went on the non-sexist coach and regretted throughout the whole time.. The place stinks like crap!! Smelled like pee and bad bad bad BO.. I just wanted to die!! There is no aircond... Its so so freaking slow.. And there's sweaty smelly people everywhere... I didn't wanna hold the pole because God knows what kind of germ is on that thing... But I had to because if I didn't I would trip and fall on the sweaty people.. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">To make things worst... The electricity got cut off when we were half way to Bandar Tasik Selatan... I said "OMG!!!!" Maatin and Gordon just laughed at the fact that I was freaking out.. I mean for real.. Who knows what can happen.. Started to imagine some zombie outbreak or something... The electricity came back and all was fine... </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Reached the exchange station to RapidKL... </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">RapidKL was okay because got aircond and so so spacious... And we got more and more excited as we were 2 stops away from Bukit Jalil... </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Where are we going??? BUKIT JALIL!!</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Where's the next stop???? BUKIT JALIL!!</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">What's the name of the next stop??? BUKIT JALIL!!!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Excitement in the air and there it was... Bukit Jalil... </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Then we saw the line... Mama mia.. The line was long... </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Lots of them can't use their DSLR Cameras because they took away the batteries.. I wonder why.. So I hid my camera in my pocket... </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Started off with Ignorance.. Awesome!! Coz they had the curtain in front of them.. And spotlights at them back of them... You can only see their silhouette... Everybody screamed like crazy!! Then the curtain drop and the head banging session started... </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Words can't explain how awesome the concert was... And pictures are worth a thousand words... </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Onn (Maatin's brother) picked us up.. And we went to Burger King... WAJIB!! </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Had a nap and get ready to leave KL... </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Onn droves us to LCCT.. Were worried that we can't bring Gordon's tabletop... It's huge... Fortunately, there was another baggage entitled for check-in... Instead of paying for RM15 per 1kg excess weight.. We get to pay for one baggage title which cost RM40 for 15kg.. We were lucky enough to have only 15kg excess weight.. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Family time was amazing.. Made me realized that there's always time for family bonding and loving every minute of it... Thanks so much to Gordon for everything... :)<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>"The family is a haven in a heartless world" </i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>-Attributed to Christopher Lasch-</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><br />
</i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">XOXO... </span></div>Marianne Trahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02823767616699971846noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8035460773085911580.post-86479881238922008322010-10-14T01:23:00.000-07:002010-10-14T01:23:43.719-07:00Peeing is pain...<div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Well well well... It's been awhile since I've posted anything in my blog.. Been busy doing God knows what... Family problems, health problems and of course problems relating with my future studies.. What a life.. So here's another quote...</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><i>"When you feel like giving up, remember why you held on for so long in the first place." </i></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;">-Anonymous- </div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Shit happens...</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">My dad told me the other day that he didn't expect me to get sick all the time now.. Coz I used to be the swimmer, squasher, runner and blablabla in the family.. Let's just say I'm the active one.. Always out and about.. Till I reached the age of... I dunno... I just got sick..</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">My 1st wisdom tooth was extracted on the 23rd of last month.. Awesome!! But that's a story for another day.. Haven't took any pictures of the tooth yet.. Looks like a dinosaur's tooth when it's upside down.. Hehe...</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Then, theres the sinus.. It's not so bad now.. Under medication using the nasal spray... At least I can smell stuff now.. Last time, I can't even tell when someone fart in the car or something.. Or maybe someone died in the house?? I wouldn't have smelled that for sure.. My grandma is around 84 years old? And as usual, old people got this shitting problem right?? I didn't realize how smelly it was until I got back the ability to smell.. DARN!!! I wished I had my sinus back at that time.. Why do we want long life in the first place?? Would you rather be an old, cranky, babo, shitting machine??? I guess we gotta be thankful for what we have right???</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Recently, I got problem with peeing.. Felt like I was that dude in the movie "The Green Mile"... The dude had a hard time peeing.. And so was I.. No joke missy.. Hurts like crap!! Everytime I had to go to the loo, I was like "Oh God here it goes *yikes!!!!*".. The peeing process is just dreadful.. You can pee properly.. It has to stop immediately when the pain kicks in.. So, you gotta wait till the next time to empty you freaking bladder..</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"> I told my mum about it and she immediately send me to Dr. Nadia the next day... She gave me some powdered tingee in a packet and some antibiotics.. Both of them worked wonders I tell you.. I've googled and wiki about UTI and I hope it helps for those of you who are concerned about your vahjayjays... </div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;">Urinary Tract Infection </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"> <i>"is a bacterial infection that affects any part of the urinary tract. The main etiologic agent is </i></span><i style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Escherichia coli</i><i><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">. Although urine contains a variety of fluids, salts, and waste products, it does not usually have bacteria in it.</span><sup class="reference" id="cite_ref-0" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span></span><span></span></sup><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"> When bacteria get into the bladder or kidney and multiply in the urine, they may cause a UTI."</span></i></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;">-Wikipedia-</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i><b><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Here's a picture to let you what is what in our Urinary Tract</span></b></i></td></tr>
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</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">What causes UTI??? </div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">One of the most common cause of UTIs are bacteria from the bowel that live on the skin near the rectum or in the vagina, which can spread and enter the urinary tract through the urethra. Once these bacteria enter the urethra, they travel upward, causing infection in the bladder and sometimes other parts of the urinary tract. </div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">How can someone get UTI??</div><ul style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><li> <b>Sexual intercourse</b> - the female anatomy can make women more prone to UTI. Thus, during sexual activity bacteria in the vaginal area are sometimes massaged into the urethra. </li>
<li><b>Being too active in the sexual department</b> - Women who change sexual partners or begin having sex more frequently have a higher chance of getting UTI.</li>
<li><b>Waiting too long to go to the loo for business time </b>- The bladder is a muscle that stretches to hold urine and contracts when urine is released. Waiting too long can cause the bladder to stretch beyond its capacity. Over time, the bladder muscle is weaken. When this happens, it may not be emptied completely and some urine is ledt in the bladder. Thus, increasing the risk to have UTI. </li>
<li><b>Pregnancy</b></li>
<li><b>Menopause</b></li>
<li><b>Diabetes </b></li>
</ul><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">How do I know whether it is UTI??</div><ul style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><li> stron urge to pee </li>
<li>sharp pain or burning sensation in the urethra when the urine is released.</li>
<li>most of the time, very little urine is released and the urine that is released may be tinged with blood.</li>
<li>wants to pee ALL THE TIME</li>
<li>soreness in the lower abdomen, back or sides.</li>
</ul><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">So ladies, good luck when you feel any of the above.. Trust me, you'll be sweating in the toilet... When you're cured from this, you bet you're gonna be more thankful for being able to pee.. </div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"> </div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"> I googled on how to prevent UTI.. Here are 10 of 'em... Hope that helps... </div><ol style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><li><b>Drink plenty of water</b> - Water help flushes your urinary tract </li>
<li><b>Don't hold it when you wanna pee (A girls gotta do what they gotta do)</b> - Holding it in can help any bacteria at the anus from entering the vagina or urethra.</li>
<li><b>Wipe your vahjayjay's after peeing</b> - This helps to prevent the bacteria at the anus from entering.</li>
<li><b>Taking showers instead of baths </b></li>
<li><b>A</b><b>lways wash your vahjayjays before and after sexual intercourse</b> </li>
<li><b>Avoid using feminine hygiene sprays and douches, paricularly scented douches</b> - It can irritate the urethra and cxan cause other infections and irritations. </li>
<li><b>Drink cranberry juice</b> - This can help to prevent and also speed up the recovery process of UTI.</li>
<li><b>Take Vitamin C supplements daily</b> - This increases the acidity level of the urine which helps to reduce the number of harmful bacteria that may be present in your urinary tract. </li>
<li><b>Always wear panties with a cotton crouch</b> - This fabric lets moisture escape instead of trapping it. Trapped moisture can create a potential breeding ground for bacteria.</li>
<li><b>Read the kamasutra</b> - Changing positions during sexual instercourse can reduce the risk of UTI as it reduce the friction on your urethra. </li>
</ol><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Silly and kinky I know... But we're only human.. I'm a Bio student and this really freaked me out that time.. Especially when I pee fresh blood... </div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"> </div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"> So cheers to UTI and hopefully it doesn't happen again.. </div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">XOXO... </div>Marianne Trahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02823767616699971846noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8035460773085911580.post-37897828739812148132010-09-07T03:33:00.000-07:002010-09-07T03:33:38.076-07:00Ouch!<div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Unfortunately for some people.. Their wisdom tooth ain't so wise after all... </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Few years back, I realized that I had frequent toothaches.. So, when I check my teeth.. I saw this odd looking tooth emerging out and pressing the last molar tooth... </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Wisdom tooth are a type of molar.. What are molars??? </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Molars are the chewing teeth found furthest in the back of the mouth.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">A person's third molars are their wisdom teeth. </span></em></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">A person's third molars will erupt (come into place) right behind their second molars (if there is room for them and they are aligned properly).</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Usually appear between the ages of 17 and 25.. Most adults have four of them.. But it is possible to have more.. And that is called supernumerary teeth.. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
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</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">An "impacted" tooth refers to a tooth that has failed to emerge fully into its expected position</span></em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">This happens </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">because there is not enough room in the person's jaw to accommodate the tooth, the tooth's eruption path is obstructed by other teeth or because the angulation of the impacted tooth is improper.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">As the teeth develop, it usually affects the other teeth... So, extraction is needed.. This happens when the wisdom teeth has already been impacted or the wisdom teeth</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> could potentially become problematic if not extracted...</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
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</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Cavities have the potential to form on any area of a tooth where dental plaque is allowed to remain undisturbed for prolonged periods of time.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><i>Tooth decay due to the wisdom tooth</i></b></span></td></tr>
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</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">This means that if the positioning of a wisdom tooth is such that it is difficult to clean (which is quite often the case), then it will be at increased risk for developing tooth decay.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Those are just one of several reasons why it is important to extract the wisdom tooth.. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">So, I went to the dentist the other day.. And she told me that my gums were badly swollen.. Because of that, she can't immediately extract because if she does, the swollen gums will bleed more than usual and that will cause more problems... In fact, she will do a surgery just to extract it... She gave me medications to reduce the inflammation for the mean time.. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">23rd September 2010.. The day I'm going to remove that nuisance out of my mouth.. The dentist said that she needed to remove one side first.. Because it would be too painful for me to extract both sides at one time.. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">To make things worst.. The upper wisdom teeth were way to high up the cavity.. If that teeth were to cause a problem in the future, my face would be so puffy that people would think that I'm fat.. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Hopefully, all goes well on that day.. Will update more after the surgery.. :) </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div></div></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Till then.. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">XOXO..</span></div>Marianne Trahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02823767616699971846noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8035460773085911580.post-20149445109864779682010-08-18T02:05:00.000-07:002010-08-18T02:07:04.299-07:00MEOW!!!<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Today.. I'm gonna talk about dem pets I have at home.. I gotta admit that they're so cute and sometimes, they even sense that you're feeling down.. A furry best friend... </span><br />
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</span></div></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Cutie of the year goes to... ANIEW!!! </span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
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</span></div></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Gosh I miss her.. She's this tortoise shell cat.. Totally fat and totally lazy.. Like garfield.. All she does is eat, sleep and grooms herself... Believe it or not.. She's 15 years old!!! Not in cat years... Human years... Totally amazing how a cat can live that long.. I guess she has 9 LONG lives... </span></div></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWWeuLG5b196a_q2agyraEln93V3W5cBKIIcv4CCajYbg2BRexm7XW8618ZmHnsawvc3u3ptZmmBv8I3X5Im4c0aB8lJwX7zmmMo4bZWzmqhrI5FBSeCjz7DTs4iHGOJMwq5tntQ5xQA/s1600/145.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWWeuLG5b196a_q2agyraEln93V3W5cBKIIcv4CCajYbg2BRexm7XW8618ZmHnsawvc3u3ptZmmBv8I3X5Im4c0aB8lJwX7zmmMo4bZWzmqhrI5FBSeCjz7DTs4iHGOJMwq5tntQ5xQA/s320/145.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Unfortunately, she went missing last year.. I don't know why.. But people said that when a cat gets too attached with the owner, she wouldn't wanna die at home.. She'll runaway to die... Or something like that.. I wonder why does Aniew wanna runaway.. I mean if she wanna die, why not die at home??? I can bury her and even make a tomb stone just for her.. That's how much I love her.. </span></div></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNR3SVq4mz24oI5QGTL8zyXizapiIiAMDibBL9ihEnKPssYrfKO-85hg1Nz-HQLTaVkze7zbjkDVd5VrfnC8Y718LAjnqy9bWlwrle-Ds1KoqBZfQWDyhygOL-SmqsU2_fm7BaUAdbXA/s1600/154.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNR3SVq4mz24oI5QGTL8zyXizapiIiAMDibBL9ihEnKPssYrfKO-85hg1Nz-HQLTaVkze7zbjkDVd5VrfnC8Y718LAjnqy9bWlwrle-Ds1KoqBZfQWDyhygOL-SmqsU2_fm7BaUAdbXA/s320/154.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The thing is, she wasn't really my cat to start with.. She's my brother's cat... Gordon's cat.. Sombong this cat I tell you... She wouldn't wanna be with anyone else but my brother.. She doesn't even want to mix with the other cats in the house... The only person who can go near to her was my brother and that's it.. We couldn't even touch her... She would scratch us if we get to close... But for my brother, he can even carry her.. </span><br />
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</span></div></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Too bad for Aniew, my brother moved out of the house... So she was left there with us, the last person Aniew wanna bond with.. I joke.. Hehe.. </span></div></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Slowly she bonded with me and my mum... But she preferred me over my mum.. She would sleep on my chest when I'm lying down on the sofa watching TV... She even sleeps in my room... She would either sleep next to me, near my face or between my legs.. And she gets easily annoyed when we move too much.. Aniew is totally a fussy puss... </span><br />
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</span></div></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">She's FAT.. Like garfield fat... She can't even groom herself without clinging onto the legs of the tables cause she can't reach certain parts of her body... She would eat whenever she wants to eat.. She would just sit near her plate.. She's a graceful cat.. The way she walk is so graceful and she won't do that annoying MEOW MEOW sound.. She would only do that to wake me up cause she wants to eat.. Yup!! We would feed our cats regardless of what time it is.. Aniew would go near my ear and just MMMMEEEEEOOOOOWWWW as loud as she can... </span><br />
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</span></div></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Owh ya!! She's a clean freak.. For real.. When she steps into the garden to poop, she would flick her paws cause to her it's so disgusting to step on dirt.... After pooping, she would immediately run into the house, so that nobody would know that it's her poop... Silly kan?? But amazingly cute... </span></div></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
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</div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">She grooms herself perfectly for her age... But one weakness, she can't groom her jawline... So I would clean it for her.. Either that, or she would rub her jaw against my books when I'm studying... That would leave a stain on the side of the books.. When I'm at school, I would see those stains at the side of my textbooks and I would go "AAAWWWW.. ANIEW..." Now, I look at those books and it would make me cry cause I totally miss her..</span><br />
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Smeegol actually didn't like us at first.. Just like Aniew.. Every time we go to my aunt's place.. He would runaway from us.. We can't even touch him... Most of the time we would only see this black thing passing by.... Or he would just lie down on top of the shelf... With his long black tail swooshing everything... </span><br />
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</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">When he came here, Aniew did not like him at all... Smeegol is like a threat to Aniew's throne or something... So, he was closer with my mum since Aniew was closer with me... And my mum found her long lost friend... Smeegol would greet her every time my mum come home... And Smeegol would purr when my mum is with him... </span><br />
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</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Plus, when my mum goes away, he would look for my mum... He would wait in front of the door till my mum comes back... There's this one time... My mum went for a conference at Santubong for the weekend... And when she came back, Smeegol practically ran to her and start doing that cat thing around her legs... And for the whole week, he would follow my mum around... Making sure that my mama won't go anywhere... Haha... </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">His habits?? Gotta be drinking cold water from the cup... Usually my mum's... Either that or he would just sit on top of the newspaper we're reading just to get our attention.. Not to mention he would scratch the rattan furniture... </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Okay.. The title sounds like we're spoiled brats who practically partay every night but but!! There's actually a reason why we partay like hell that weekend...</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Reason NO 1 --> </b>Maurice Ian Wee is leaving the next day..</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Reason NO 2 --></b> Melina Lynn Minos is gonna leave the following week</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Reason NO 3 --></b> It was Regatta Weekend</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Reason NO 4 --> </b>What the heck... We deserve to partay anyway...</span><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>6.00pm ------- CHURCH</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Yes, we need to cleanse our poor souls in order to fit in all the new sins we're about to do that night... Kidding..</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>7.00pm -------- Mel's place</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Miss Melina Lynn gotta do some costume change... So, we stopped by her house and while waiting the Trios (Capt. Moe, Sheila Majid and I) brain stormed for places to eat.. Bla Bla Bla???? The Junk??? Basaga??? But it was raining that night so we only got two choices The Junk or Bla Bla Bla... After the long awaited costume change we headed to our next destination using Mel's car... Trying to safe the environment here... </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>7.45pm ------- Ref's place</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">A quick pit stop to pick up this gibbon on board the PARTAY express... Next stop, The Junk.. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>8 something----- The Junk</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">We actually went to The Living Room first but the place was too crowded... Off to The Junk... Gosh! The food was awesome.. Just the way I remembered it.. YUM!! I had Lamb Shank... Mel and Sheila ate Fish and Chips... Capt. Moe had something with Salmon in it... and Ref..... URM... I was too busy eating my dish that I had no clue what he'd ordered... Sorry boss.. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Anyways, the food was awesome.. Great friends to laugh with... And a fantabulous ambiance to complete the perfect dinner... Words can't explain how much fun we had at that time.. The silly actions we made.. The camwhoring session.. Sometimes, I wonder if I could ever experience that again.. Hopefully, hopefully... </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>10 something---- Ruai Bar aka World's Worst Bar </b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">There, we met up with Esme!! Gosh, it's been a while since I've seen her... Anyhoo, I was suppose to pick up my bro from the airport around 12 like that... So, what better way to waste time.. DRINKING SESSION!!! Tuak is the specialty there at Ruai... </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">We started drinking and all.. Passing the glass around and bottoms up!! The faster the better.. Anyways, its funny how we ended up finishing one bottle.. So we got another, and that bottle was hilarious.. Coz I was in a hurry to pick up my bro.. Miss Melina, Mr Ref and Capt Moe down a full glass of tuak each... Dayummm... I would go PENG by then.. I have to admit that I got a low low low alcohol tolerance level.. compared to Mel.. haha!!! </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Next stop!!! Mel's place(since my bro's car was parked there)... On the way there, a dude actually flirted with Sheila Majid... haha!!!!!! We should have done something silly but but.. I guess we didn't have enough alcohol in us yet.. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>12 something ----- Kuching International Airport</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Picking my eldest brother up after a drinking session is not wise... I think he did smell the smoke and liquor... My bad.. Anyways, he said "TIPSY!!!" or something like that before he drove off.. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>1.00am ----- ME CASA..</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I know this sounds weird.. But I went back home and my grandma was still awake.. But thank God she went back to her room when I arrived.. I had my mum to talk to Capt. Moe while I packed my stuff to stay over at his place.. Sheila was actually in the car waiting at that time.. Kesian betul itu perempuan.. Dah la that time she wanted to pee so badly.. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Finished packing, came down and found Moe having tea with my mum.. SO, I invited Sheila in cause I don't her to die having Urinary Tract Infection or AEDES sitting outside the house holding in that pee.. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Tea time (bloody early in the morning) at my place.. with my mama.. Then, my mum started telling jokes.. Owh my... She can go on and on.. But if that makes her happy, I have no objections to it.. After hot tea and jokes, we headed off..</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>2 something----- Capt. Moe's House</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Finally, we reached his place.. Fortunately for Sheila, she get to lie down and actually fall asleep.. Should have taken pictures of her sleeping cause it was damn hilarious.. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Anyways, Capt. Moe started packing and I started looking pictures of him when he was little.. I can't imagine what would happen if I could post those pictures on FB... Darn!! He's still the same Maurice Wee.. He does the same butt-lifting pose when he was young and that crazy eye thingee that he would always do... So hard to explain... But but, the only thing that changed is that his wackoness had just reached a level that no one can ever expect from a human being.. Awesome.. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">We decided not to sleep since we had to to go to the airport by 6am (CRAZY IDEA)... Anyways, we wasted time drinking vodka, smoking and talking about life... The topics of conversation were damn deep.. Like for real.. Who would have thought that both of us would talk about those things.. I mean, we're both like this crazy wild child or something.. Anyways, it was an eye opener... And that showed what a real friend he is.. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Cheers to you dude..</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>5smtg ----- Kuching International Airport.... AGAIN.. </b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The MIA Miss Melina showed up with her sexy Myvi and brought us to KIA... Darn!! The cold morning air is just freakishly awesome.. The only sad part about that perfect morning is that Maurice was leaving to Labuan.. KMHELL... Darn you KMHELL for taking my friend away..</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">So, we had our last puff before we bid farewell to our dear friend.. And then, the unexpected happened... I actually cried!! It kinda scares me how my dearest friends are leaving me all alone here... But thank God for technology, I can still can get in touch with them.. But still feels different.. I wonder how those people who have loved ones in Iraq or something.. Saluto Mundo.. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Thanks to Patty's BF Kedu, I got myself a free hot caramel macchiato... Nothing better to have a warm drink when you feel down and lifeless... OFF TO THE NEXT PIT STOP.. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>6 something ----- Some kopitiam opposite Grand Continental Hotel</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Breakfast time.. Seriously, the only thing I wanna do is put my head on that table and just doze off... The last thing on my mind is to eat.. Although, that spring roll looking thingee taste damn awesome.. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>7 something ------ Melina's pad</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Time for this missy to take a bath after that MIA action last night... And I get to sleep.. Finally... Due, to Sheila Majid's chattyness, it was a challenge for me to fall asleep.. But she went to take a bath.. THANK GOD.. I get to sleep for about half and hour and that's it.. Time to freshen up and head out... </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>9 something ------ Regatta Bazaar</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Time to shop! But first, we had to add another Missy to our pack... Miss Patricia Ivy... Since Mel is leaving to KL the next week, she gotta bring some Sarawak trinkets... So, we scouted for keropok and all those food that remind her of Sarawak.. Not to forget those tribal bracelets... Awesome!! </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">After quite some time going up and down the bazaar, we need some food woman!! </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>12 something ----- BDC Food Court</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Some where in BDC, we met up with one of our senior... Diana..... Still feeling sleepy, I just had to chow down the food... Too hungry perhaps.. Luckily, Refian was there who's always the one who would make us laugh... We played this game where you had to say the first initials of the name of an object/food.. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Like for example, Kolok Mee... I'll say KM and the rest would have to figure out what it is... The clues are the signboards around them.. Fun game to play with.. Especially in a food court with all the sign boards and different food names... </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>2 something ----- Funky Gibbons</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><br />
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</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Regatta time!! Time to watch dem paddlers row those boats!!! AND... We got booze to spice things up.. The unfinished vodka was poured and drank "Russian Style".. That's what our friend Laing said... All we did was to pour the vodka into shooter glasses and bottoms up!! </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The drinking session continued with rounds and rounds of beer.. And as I watch the race at the balcony, I told myself that that was the life I wanted.. No boundaries, no worries, nothing... It's all about being me.. It was all up to me whether I wanted to drink or whatever.. And my actions were not questionable.. Oh well, at least at that moment I felt that way.. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">We continued drinking even after the race had ended, we didn't even know who won anyway... Then, I realized that I told my dear friend Andre that I would visit his mum that night.. Another destinations awaits... </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>7 something ------ Mel's pad again</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The funny thing about this part is that, Sheila took Mel's parking ticket and she left with her parents... So we had to call her and ask her to come back... Silly missy... Another pit stop just to get Mama Melina's dinner.. Then, off to send Ref back home... AND ALAS!! Mel's pad.. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I think we both rushed and took shower like freaking mad people... Since Mel can't send me to Andre's place, I had to ask Sean Tan to do the favor.. So, he was actually waiting for us while we took our sweet time taking bath and all that prepping process... When we were still in the house, Sean called and Mel said "On the way, on the way"... Typical Malaysian eh??? </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">We met up with Sean at BDC Siang Siang Corner... And that is the last time I get to see my dearest Melina Lynn Minos before she left to KL... </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>10 something ----- Andre's place</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Still can't believe how I still have the energy to even talk to Andrew Norman and Sean Tan in the car... I guess it's cause I haven't seen them in a while, so it's like I'm excited to even talk them... Odd but true.. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">We arrived at Dre's place and get to see his mama... Poor aunty.. She got spinal problems and was taken to the General Hospital the night before... But, she was discharged and was advised to take pain killers as it was too risky to undergo operation... </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">She told us that she felt better that time, so that's a relieve... </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">And there I was... Sean Tan, Andrew Norman, Song Ee Rong, Martin Tan, Andre's Friend (Totally Forgot) and of course Andre... Gosh... It was a bit weird cause I was the only girl.. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">But!! There was food.. The comfort of food... Amazin'... It wasn't that long until I ended up lying down on the couch where I puked last year.. Embarrassing I must say... </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Andrew and Sean ended up having red eye for God knows what reason.. They had this theory saying that they had that red eye because I was having my monthly visits from my red aunty... Silly... Not long after those two silly boys finished explaining their theory... We headed home... FINALLY!!!!!!!!</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">That weekend has replaying in my mind over and over again since then... It's tough when you don't have your close friends around you especially during times like these... But that's the time where you appreciate your friends more... Miss you both Melina and Maurice... The M&Ms in my life.. :) </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Watched the movie Remember Me yesterday and it made me cry... Like for real... Although the movie is quite a slow paced one, but it has a lot of lessons to learn from character.. Each character has their own story to tell.. A romantic drama directed by Allen Coulter who also directed some of the Sex in the City episodes... A MUST WATCH!!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">This movie actually gave me ideas and I can't wait to let it all out on my blog.. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Then why regret doing things in life?? I used to ask myself why did I ever rejected the offer to University Malaya... What it would feel like to be in one of the prestigious university in Malaysia.. But then, I turned down the offer and when to St Joseph's School for Form6.. And guess what?? I didn't regret it at all.. I met new friends, new interest and experienced new things... Maybe I wouldn't had that much awesome friends if I entered University Malaya.. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">But, when something is put right in front of you... Just DO it... You'll never know what it would turn out to be.. I thought I would fail STPM but I didn't.. Although I don't have any University to go to now, I'm not afraid of what's gonna happen in the future.. Things happened for a reason.. A good reason altogether.. It may not look awesome and cool now but there's something waiting for each one of us as long as we're all willing to wait... </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">So, now I'm gonna challenge myself to do the things that I like even though my parents or other people might judge me... Coz you only get one chance to do something and one life to live... We ain't cats with nine lives you know?? So we gotta make full use of it kan?? I'm gonna put up a list of what I gotta do and hopefully I can fulfill them all... </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Life is short.. Like seriously.. When you reach your 80s like my granny, you gotta be thankful.. Not many people can live that long and stay healthy.. Which reminds me of the late Michelle Helen.. Lord, I miss her.. We all thought it was a joke or a prank when we heard that she passed away.. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">It happened when I was in Form4 (2006).. 1st March (Ash Wednesday)... We planned to go to church together.. So I messaged her and told her to meet me at the entrance of the church.. I waited for her to come but the mass started so I messaged her, telling her to message me when she arrives.. Then, the mass started.. Still no Michelle... So I thought she can't make it or something.. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Till I got a call from another friend, Grace Lulo... First thing that came to my mind was maybe Michelle's hand phone ran out of credit so she would use Grace's hp to contact me since Grace goes to the same church too.. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">So I answered the phone and I heard Grace sobbing (I thought she was laughing at first).. And she said that Michelle had passed away.. I actually couldn't believe what she said so I asked her to call back again.. After I hang up the phone, I had no clue what was going on and I'm in shock (for real).. It's like your heart was pounding really fast and you have no clue what to do next.. I just turned to my friend and told her the news.. Grace called me again and I asked again... And she said she wasn't lying and that Michelle's sister called her and told her about it..</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Immediately, I called my dad (who was at church at that time) ans ask him to meet me outside the church.. I ran to him and told him.. Even my dad didn't believe what I said.. So, he allowed me to follow Grace to Michelle's house.. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Grace's parents picked me and Tasha and we went straight to Michelle's place.. The funny thing happened in the car was Grace's mum's attempt to cheer us up.. Which failed... She said "At least Michelle don't need to go through SPM".. Not funny at that moment btw... </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Anyhoo, we arrived at her place and there she was.. Lying there.. Pale... As other friends came, we all stared at her thinking she would suddenly wake up and say "GOTCHA!!!" or something like that.. As days passed by, we finally accepted that it was a prank or a joke.. It was real.. Our dear friend is gone... Gone to a better place.. Who would have thought that at the age of 16, you would actually attend your friend's funeral?? </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Four years later, it still feels like she's there every time I visit her grave.. I still wonder from time to time how would she look like now.. Who's her first boyfriend?? Where will she continue her studies?? It would be different.. Way different.. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">That made me think, don't wait to do the things that want to do.. And when you love someone, don't be afraid to show it before it's too late... Back to the movie Remember Me, it took the father the death of his two sons to make him closer to his daughter who apparently was the only one left.. SO, lesson learnt?? Yes? No? </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">XOXO... </span>Marianne Trahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02823767616699971846noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8035460773085911580.post-79222288781431854422010-08-02T22:08:00.000-07:002010-08-02T22:08:11.600-07:00berTERIMA KASIH...<div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Be grateful for the home you have, knowing that at this moment, all you have is all you need."</span></i></div><span class="body" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">-</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Sarah Ban Breathnach-</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br />
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</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><i>"Look at all the good things going for us.. We're young.. We're healthy.. We're bachelors.. " </i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">And I'm like.... Damn.. That's so true.. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Being healthy is like awesome.. I mean.. Can you imagine if you're sick and you can't do what other normal can do??? Like for example, you can go out cause you get tired damn fast and you faint all the time. So, you go to cool events like Rainfest and all that. Kan??? </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br />
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</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">And what about food?? Thank God for food.. and MCD... I have a friend who actually said "I've never been to McD".. And I'm like "NO WAY!!".. So I had to bring her to McD... Well, maybe that's okay but what about people in India?? Some of them don't even have plates to eat.. They actually eat from this huge kuali or something.. And not mention those in Africa... Poverty is like a disease... Spreading here and there.. I pity those kids who only eat once a day if their lucky.. While I have a cat who eats more than five times a day... </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br />
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</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Being young is another thing.. You'll miss those young days when there is nothing you need to worry about.. No bills... No jobs to think about.. Carefree and living the life.. Not to mention it's okay to do mistakes when we're young.. As we get older, we face more problems.. Especially health problems.. I remember last time I was like "I'm not allergic to anything" and I don't have to worry about medications and stuff like that... Im just 20 years old this year and I have acute sinus.. The irony.. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">The roof on top of our head??? Some people do live in boxes okay... And we shouldn't laugh about this matter.. Especially in the States where some people can't afford to pay their mortgages and they end up living in tents... Recession is getting worst and we should start being thankful no matter how small our houses can be.. </span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Last night, I talked to Capt. Maurice Wee and I actually said "A man with an annoying wife would wanna be single like us".. HAH! So true.. Commitment is crazy and hard.. Need a lot of guts to do it.. Kudos to those who have an amazing relationship... But some of us do think that being single with no strings attached is way better.. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Oh well, I can go on and on about this.. We're just gonna cross our fingers and just thank the little things we have.. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">When parents nag, thank God that their still alive.. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">When food taste like shit, thank God that you can even hold or even see food..</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">When you look into your closet and you don't know what to wear, thank God for even having a closet...</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">And when you wake up feeling down and sad, thank God for even waking up and having the chance to have another day.. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Owh ya.. When you feel alone and life sucks at that moment of time... Remember this.. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><i>"So now, alone or not, you've got a walk ahead. Thing to remember is if we're all alone, then we're all together in that too."</i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">-P.S., I Love You-</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Til next time.. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">XOXO... </span></span></div></span>Marianne Trahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02823767616699971846noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8035460773085911580.post-76988432328597666402010-07-31T00:52:00.000-07:002010-07-31T00:52:59.405-07:00Sinusitis.. *gasp*<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Hello people.. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Today I 'm gonna talk about something that I'm gonna live with for the rest of my life. I've accepted it as a part of me and actually I think it's rather funny coz it is as if my nose have a life of its own or something. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">It started off with a migraine. I thought it was one of those normal migraines because I heard a lot about it from my mum. Days goes by and the pain had gone form bad to worst. Half of my face was swollen and my eyes were watery. It even scared my friends because they had never seen anything like that related to migraine. It had affected me a lot in my studies as the pain would get worst when I'm stressed out. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Even my Chemistry teacher didn't understand what I had to go through. There's this one time, half of my face was in so much pain that I had to cover it up with my hands just to make it feel better. I actually got scolded for that because my teacher thought that I was sleeping and not paying attention in class. I didn't bother to answer back since it was too painful.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">So, I told my mum about it and she took me to a family doctor, Dr Nadia. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Before that, my brother did a research and he told me that it could be aneurysm or sinusitis. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I was keeping my fingers crossed for sinusitis instead of aneurysm. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">What's aneurysm??? According to Wikipedia,</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>"Aneurysm </i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>is a localized, blood-filled </i></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;">dilation</span></i></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i> (</i></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;">balloon</span></i></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>-like </i></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;">bulge</span></i></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>) of a </i></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;">blood vessel</span></i></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i> caused by disease or weakening of the vessel wall. </i></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>Aneurysms most commonly occur in </i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;">arteries</span></i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i> at the base of the brain (the </i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;">circle of Willis</span></i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>) and in the </i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;">aorta</span></i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i> (the main artery coming out of the </i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;">heart</span></i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>, an </i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>aortic aneurysm</i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>). As the size of an aneurysm increases, there is an increased risk of rupture, which can result in severe </i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;">hemorrhage</span></i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>, other complications or even death."</i></span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;">One of the ways, to cure or reduce the magnitude of the pain is through surgery, which means they'll open up your head and try their best to remove the dilation in the brain. My brother even said that I wouldn't be able to study and do sports anymore if I have aneurysm.</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;">So... Dr Nadia told me to do an MRI scan at Normah Medical Specialist Centre so that she could identify the main cause of the problem. </span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;">I gotta say that the staff of Normah Specialist Centre are really helpful, kudos to them. Plus, I'm a "Normah baby" so I'm given some kind of priority and better services. YAY! </span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;">So, I got the MRI results and went straight to Dr Nadia.</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;">According to Wikipedia, </span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;">So, I started using nasal spray. When the first bottle of nasal spray was finished, my nose felt better and I thought that it was healed. It was practically the worst thing I've decided to do. I stopped using the nasal spray for a while. </span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;">Recently, the pain at the cheek area relapse and it was worst. I had this thick greenish-yellow discharge coming out from my nose which block the nostrils and became hard for me to breathe, especially at night. </span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;">The sinusitis got worst when it started to bleed. </span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;">"My dear... Why didn't you continue using your nasal spray??? You have very bad allergies so you shouldn't stop using it.. So I'm gonna give you some pills to reduce the inflammation and a nasal spray okay??". </span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;">This is how it looks like...</span></span><br />
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</tbody></table><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;">I actually thought that I lost my sense of smell because of the nasal spray. But, Dr Nadia told me that it is because of the sinus itself. The inflammation was so bad that it block the upper nasal cavity, so I can't smell anything not even ammonia. That was how bad it was.</span></span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">This is actually how you use a nasal spray</span></b></i></td></tr>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;">AND I CAN SMELL!!!!!!!! Finally... </span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;">I can't expose myself to dust and all that because I'm allergic to it. Like yesterday, me and my mum cleaned my brother's house. I started to have flu-like symptoms but I thought it was normal. Not till I came back and found blood in my nose. </span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;">I guess I do have a valid reason not to take TEKNOLOGI INDUSTRI KERATAN KAYU after all. I wouldn't wanna wear a protective suit everyday... </span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;">XOXO</span></span>Marianne Trahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02823767616699971846noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8035460773085911580.post-62106422683827154362010-07-27T23:35:00.000-07:002010-07-27T23:36:54.730-07:00You got me thinking....Holla!!!<br />
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So.... My mama is a member of the Lions International under the Lions Club of Kuching Ixora... They are actually an NGO group with missions and vissions to improve the lives of the poor and the needy... So, recently my mama got elected as the Club Secretary... AGAIN...<br />
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One of their topics during their meeting is the Fund Raising Project... So THAT got me thinking of ideas and such (Maybe I should become an event planner)... One of my ideas is to have a charity ball... Like one of those grand charity ball and Kiss on the Lips Party in Gossip Girl... But what theme???<br />
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So I put on my thinking hat...<br />
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TADA!!! A halloween party!!!!<br />
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Why not right?? I mean.. Halloweens are vastly celebrated in Kuching already and it's no doubt a big event...<br />
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So... Invite those awesome DJs from KL... And provide good food and entertainment... Have the dance groups perform "thriller"... Since Michael Jackson is still a hot thing in Asia... I won't be surprised if teens, young adults and sporting adults would come and enjoy their Halloween Night...<br />
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It would be so memorable as you would see people in awesome costumes... It'll be so much fun if we can have sponsors from different companies and hav the dining hall amazingly pimp out Halloween style..<br />
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It'll be even better if the food and drinks would also have the Halloween theme... Like Eye Ball Cocktail or Spider Chicken.. There's so many things that you can think of when it comes to Halloween...<br />
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Idea Number 2?????<br />
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Masquerade Charity Ball!! Open for man and women of ALL AGES!!! It'll be a classy event.. With amazing dresses and black tie suits... Not to forget.. MASKS!!<br />
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There'll be DJs and amazing aerial ribbon performers... Darn!! It sure cost alot... :) But what the heck.. When there's a will, there's a way!!<br />
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This idea is actually from Gossip Girl.. AGAIN... It's amazin'.... <br />
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But the main problem??? Selling the idea to the Board of Directors... You'll need FULL SUPPORT from the Board and a GOOD COMMITTEE to handle this project... But then, it'll be an event that Kuching would surely remember if it happens.. :)<br />
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Finger crossed...<br />
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Phew!! Just needed to let that idea out..<br />
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If the event does happen???? I would dress up as Barbie Doll for the Halloween Party (Everything PINK!) and dress up like Blair or Serena for the Masquerade Ball.... And i just watched a make up tutorial from Michelle Phan on Youtube.. She's amazing.. And so is the make up... Totally FAB...<br />
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Barbie Doll Make up ==> http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J4-GRH2nDvw&feature=related<br />
Masquerade Make up ==>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W245_LgsJpc&feature=related<br />
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Till then..<br />
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XOXOMarianne Trahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02823767616699971846noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8035460773085911580.post-89686197631365625932010-07-22T00:59:00.000-07:002010-07-22T00:59:50.452-07:00Oh My....<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Yesterday was like a disaster... For real.. I got news that the result for the University intake would be out around 12noon yesterday... So i was like "Orite... Bring it on Mister!!".. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I logged on into the UPU website... My heart going like dub dab dub dab throughout the whole freaking time... Then... </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">TAHNIAH!! ANDA TELAH DITAWAR KURSUS SARJANA MUDA TEKNOLOGI INUDSTRI KERATAN KAYU</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">And I was like "You gotta be kidding me"... "MAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">My mum quickly saw the post and she was like speechless... Damn! The fact that I didn't apply for that stupid course made me uber angry... I specifically stated that I don't want any other courses besides Medic (or any course with Bio in it)... </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">So... I got rejected twice from UiTM.. Right now, I'm lost for words.. Got no clue what to do.. It's like a dead end.. I just have to find another way and build a new path... </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">One of my friend told me to look out for other courses like Law??? Architecture?? Wowwee... </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">But yesterday was horrible.. Cause I know I am capable of achieving greatness.. Unfortunately, not in the Uni that I wanted.. Plus, I wanna go to and Ivy League University just like my brother... Sigh.. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I got through yesterday.. One step at a time.. But one song kept me going and got me thinking about other options.. "Believe" by The Bravery.. I actually heard that song through Gossip Girl... :) Big influence in me.. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Oh well..</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">XOXO</span>Marianne Trahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02823767616699971846noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8035460773085911580.post-34201690684810869092010-07-16T08:54:00.000-07:002010-07-16T08:54:16.216-07:00A new beginning??? i don't think so...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Im back!!! </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Well, most of my friends are of to college or university by now... Me?? Still stuck at home.. Not to worry.. I have just found my new hobby.. The best so far... Drum rolls please... </span><br />
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</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">From Serena Van der Woodsen to Blair Waldorf.. I just love love love the scandals and of course I can't help but love the way they live in Manhattan's Upper East Side... Totally my new dream and goal... Not to forget the fabulous clothes that they wear.. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
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Her style is "classic, preppy and polished". Forget about jeans when it comes to Blair Waldorf. She would prefer well-tailored classic dresses with tights and of course her legendary headband. Blair wouldn't be Blair without her signature Queen headband. Plus, her super smooth hair. Perfection is key.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: auto;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Miss Serena however is said to have a "Kate Moss Inspired" look with a pinch of boho-chic and rocker look. Her signature piece??? Well-cut jackets is a must and not to forget skinny jeans and a fabulous handbag to go with it. Even if she's spotted with a dress, i bet it'll be with studded details. Bangles and layered necklaces also her defines her. Oh! That hair! Gorgeous messy blonde is the way to go. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
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Hands down. Georgina's style is totally FIERCE!! How can you not say that when you see her with those leather jackets, studded details, bad-ass shades and not to forget dem killer heels. Awesome to the core and my idol. Quote from Blair "Jesus dumped you coz he found out that you're Satan", there's no doubt she has the wicked fashion on GG. Oh fyi, fashion tips include dark-eyed makeup and black nail polish.</span><br />
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</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Presenting <b>Chuck Bass, Nate Archibald and Dan Humphrey</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Who do I pick?? The bad boy of course.. Chuck Bass... Oh how I love to hear him say "I'm Chuck Bass" </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
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</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Sexy voice, killer eyes and that bad boy attitude is just irresistible don't you think?? </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Owh heck.. I've just started on Season 3 and I'm so excited for Season 4. The things that'll keep me busy. I loike! </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">went hiking at Paradise Santubong...</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">when we arrived... we registered Mau's car plate number and paid the entrance fee.. cheap!! RM8 all together...</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">anyhoo.. the owner of the place was like "hati-hati ar dik... marek ada orang patah kaki.. ya la tek.. nya terjun kak ya hempas batu di bah waterfall ya.. malam baru dapat masuk ambulance.. ingat ar dik.. hati-hati"....</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">honestly.. that kinda creep me out.. but what da heck.. ON JAK... so we started hiking.. at first.. there's like walkways and stuff.. so its not that bad.. until the walkway came to an end n we gotta walk on rocks n </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">dirt.. but fear not.. there's marker on trees that leads the way.. less than 10 minutes of hiking.. "omg.. this is tiring".. the result of staying at home being a couch potato all the time... my bad.. </div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">it's just beautiful.. the water is just so refreshing i tell you.. after the long tiring and sweaty hike.. u just wanna jump in with whatever you're wearing.. haha!! </div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">then.. we decided to make a video of me and my cousin singing "dan sebenarnya"...</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">owh ya!! Maurice got bitten by a huge ant.. the ants there are like huge! like freakishly huge.. took the liberty to kill one.. hehe!! im just scared that it'll bite me too.. survival skills konon..</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">then then.. there's like a canopy walk looking tingy that is attached to trees and all.. one of the trees fell and landed on the suspending walkway.. but the walkway was not damaged in any way... wait.. ada la.. but abit ni.. heh.. wth?? im talking crap.. kay kay.. we went on the suspended walkway to take a look.. i admit i have a fear for heights.. but Maurice and Maatin were no help at all.. they start shaking the railings.. being me, i started screaming.. if i wanted to pee, i would pee right then and there.. hah!</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Maurice: come let's go this way..</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Maatin: What??</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Me: What?? this way la.. </div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Maurice: I go this way.. u go that way.. see who reach first.. </div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Marianne: What? u gila zit?? </div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Maurice: come on la.. adventure!!</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Marianne: Fine.. </div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">(the 3 Ms walked into the unknown route)</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Maurice: LOOK!! mushrooms!!</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Marianne: See!! we're not suppose to take this way la!!</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Maurice: How would you know? </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Marianne: Coz there's muchrooms?? which means nobody ever walk through this way.. </div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Maurice: *sigh* Fine...</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">(the 3 Ms took the other route)</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">once we reach the bottom.. Maurice and Maatin decided to go to Camp Permai... so OFF WE GO..</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">listening to "Life after you" by Chis Daughtry.. Mr Maurice Wee drove his sexy tequila to Camp Permai..</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">paid the stupid entrance fee and voila!! the beach!! awesome mengosome!! i don't know why but i just love the beach.. it's like my personal therapy tingee.. when i'm stress out o smtg.. i just sit there and think.. very calming.. awesome place... </div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">anyhoo... Maurice rented a boogie board.. but unfortunately there are no mega waves.. just mini waves yang tidak guna.. so we make full use of the boogie board and do silly stunts.. that left my cousin Maatin falling on his butt most of the time..</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">i got nothing else to do but to menjemurkan diri.. hehe.. then.. i ask Maurice if i can use the boogie board.. as usual "ada udang di sebalik batu".. he pulled me deeper and deeper into the sea.. i kept screaming because reality check, im short and boys are just tall.. so ya.. i don't wanna die or drown o something.. when Maurice took away the board from me.. i realized that its not even deep.. blonde moment..</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">it was time to go home.. so i decided to shout "RACE!!!".. so the two boys obviously ran faster then me.. then KEDEBABOOB!! Maatin fell again.. i guess that was just one of his clumsy days.. so we had shower and head home.. made a silly video about pork leg but i can't post it tho.. controversial betul... </div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Maurice however, went out to have dinner with Nurel.. an hour later.. my phone vibrate.. "Incoming call... Maurice Wee"...</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Marianne: Hello..</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Maurice: Sent Nurel home edi..</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Marianne: Where u wanna go now??</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Maurice: I wanna watch DISCOVERY CHANNEL</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Marianne: Ok... come la..</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">my mum laughed at the fact that he drove all the way to my house just to watch DISCOVERY CHANNEL.. it tell you... when he watch that channel.. he's in his own world.. you can't even talk to him.. once things get a little boring.. we decided to go online and wanted to webcam with ppl... but mission failed.. next mission.. look for cool hairstyles for Maurice.. Maatin and I wanted Mau to cut his hair like Einstein.. That'll be cool..</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtBIAtzp6-xEYWz6_usZFS-0x4sPqaR0V5-ubojDHk7Vz23YCjCumuCf9v-IFykDbdFxqz6e0_T7fF3I-nusRyh7S1bpH-whReXqkvCajFOECDPdFX3iw5z5Wijc3DNO3sDnngPbmluQ/s1600/DSC00230.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtBIAtzp6-xEYWz6_usZFS-0x4sPqaR0V5-ubojDHk7Vz23YCjCumuCf9v-IFykDbdFxqz6e0_T7fF3I-nusRyh7S1bpH-whReXqkvCajFOECDPdFX3iw5z5Wijc3DNO3sDnngPbmluQ/s200/DSC00230.jpg" width="150" /></a>Mau had enough of Discovery Channel.. so he went home.. and I had to send Maatin home.. all in all.. it was a fun day.. awesome day.. can't wait to have another adventure.. btw.. im planning to go hiking again.. this time.. i wanna hike for 4 hours till i reach the summit... Marianne the explorer is my name.. till then.. TATA..</div>Marianne Trahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02823767616699971846noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8035460773085911580.post-60693704709356693092010-03-22T10:29:00.000-07:002010-03-22T12:11:27.747-07:00a year older...<a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh29JJcYCIPB5O0Sl4rtFNFuVV_GuoMfeoLPakZs1eMSAnC3-dynmKu88esC9c1uhXdDRXU5I8kxc6G8WLNUAf0b8Yqn8C1tY35JxqOG1hjWAhF14lH6BjzbFkw_lWB-CRpUnz3QVJg6Q/s1600-h/25195_378512823370_574763370_3947268_7249887_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh29JJcYCIPB5O0Sl4rtFNFuVV_GuoMfeoLPakZs1eMSAnC3-dynmKu88esC9c1uhXdDRXU5I8kxc6G8WLNUAf0b8Yqn8C1tY35JxqOG1hjWAhF14lH6BjzbFkw_lWB-CRpUnz3QVJg6Q/s320/25195_378512823370_574763370_3947268_7249887_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451525898313801698" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;">this is a post for my </span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;">dearest cliffy</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">.. he has been one of my</span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"> closest cousins </span><span style="font-family:verdana;">ever since God knows when.. i still remember those times when we used to take bath together.. don't get me wrong tho.. we were so young that we both didn't care about the fact that </span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;">he's a boy</span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> and </span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;">i'm a girl..</span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> haha...he celebrated his </span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;">23rd birthday</span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> at his house the other day..</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;">owh ya!! which reminds me.. his birthday is on the </span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;">13th March</span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> and mine is on the </span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;">31st March</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">.. super easy for the both of us to remember each others birth date.. </span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;">awesome mengosome!!</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;">so ya.. we had a gathering at his house.. i tell you.. </span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;">jam pack doe!!</span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> haha... he invited </span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;">close family and friends</span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> for dinn<span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4boBCRmWpodABFDRjTOQ6iyp5uSsG6RjlBdLjpa4x7QS9LYBPs7mRHX2q6ujPaybjxaBpy3Tzf6J7LZRdNNCGeIVJU4VvNeYjtzn2u12CX0dN49j5Ng3ibGdxWbplkfufPMk41uNMAQ/s1600-h/25195_378513073370_574763370_3947309_5831590_n.jpg"><br /></a></span></span>er after church... his mama cooked </span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;">awesome dishes</span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> which made everyone going for 2 to 3 rounds of servings.. </span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;">fatness</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">... haha..</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5g0X4gLMGp0XCABZLXUIGk0jnqwe8GjtIWHSWczIRGoePLey0TKM4Lfhm9Te2yUR2ZrP2FsEJxHElVpYsDEKpAQ-YoqfZjXrz3zkJFAgKHmCKJKhGGNeAdUEh_zscKle6VLsi6kxyiA/s1600-h/25195_378512853370_574763370_3947274_5344796_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5g0X4gLMGp0XCABZLXUIGk0jnqwe8GjtIWHSWczIRGoePLey0TKM4Lfhm9Te2yUR2ZrP2FsEJxHElVpYsDEKpAQ-YoqfZjXrz3zkJFAgKHmCKJKhGGNeAdUEh_zscKle6VLsi6kxyiA/s320/25195_378512853370_574763370_3947274_5344796_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451527458584171330" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">the HTC youth clan singing happy birthday</span><br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEFFm_QFOg8jfWakPXqTeUGS0ihS-3e6iwT7rBdVciGEIx6jWN-0u6AnWSgkyRpEh9SqPhxCfVMS7D2H6WgUUVIhCU6lIU-ameN1THSJy_PBBdo6jpt50W6j5qC88EZc47uLoRsU5Zxg/s1600-h/25195_378512873370_574763370_3947278_4283337_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEFFm_QFOg8jfWakPXqTeUGS0ihS-3e6iwT7rBdVciGEIx6jWN-0u6AnWSgkyRpEh9SqPhxCfVMS7D2H6WgUUVIhCU6lIU-ameN1THSJy_PBBdo6jpt50W6j5qC88EZc47uLoRsU5Zxg/s320/25195_378512873370_574763370_3947278_4283337_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451525928262252658" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">Cliff and a bunch of his silly friends<br />(Justin Yeo, Desmond, Mark, Cornelius, Sean and Cliff)<br /><br /><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWe0JMIOy3FBLo6LqtrYz1aV59ovrDjG4CfN3Y2mb0CCr0QZn_ER94fZLRbZhZPnc6c11WBkA4kUz489q_zfsHuZ3HkavrZhuL24zNOkVcZ7acL6WqY-TtIjqrAZtlwF4v6AYoH7TlLA/s1600-h/25195_378512858370_574763370_3947275_2901445_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWe0JMIOy3FBLo6LqtrYz1aV59ovrDjG4CfN3Y2mb0CCr0QZn_ER94fZLRbZhZPnc6c11WBkA4kUz489q_zfsHuZ3HkavrZhuL24zNOkVcZ7acL6WqY-TtIjqrAZtlwF4v6AYoH7TlLA/s320/25195_378512858370_574763370_3947275_2901445_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451525918703702754" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">Cliff cutting his bunga-bunga cinta birthday cake<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYnlx3YL_yjOObMoz3wx_0ViqmOTN3fI603JSBcHTV3X0gRRpvuY4yApgXyV9Oo6ciwLMXQv4SCmN0GIMqXYNnBBf441JhYcCFcCLyXjlwGS4d9M3FQ4N4IuGZVleLEIqHiE9DYddvLA/s1600-h/25195_378513013370_574763370_3947300_4109949_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYnlx3YL_yjOObMoz3wx_0ViqmOTN3fI603JSBcHTV3X0gRRpvuY4yApgXyV9Oo6ciwLMXQv4SCmN0GIMqXYNnBBf441JhYcCFcCLyXjlwGS4d9M3FQ4N4IuGZVleLEIqHiE9DYddvLA/s320/25195_378513013370_574763370_3947300_4109949_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451529232849130274" border="0" /></a>Cliff and his Swinburne friends<br /><br /><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi714VizarQ94srjgerpJXHCgEcOpzgVnfhywx1FASuK8i1wBSvfFiLbSQ9olQ3moArtFE3WZlKLKBsk9czdDIVfFMd3c8MOFlLFRgu4rZr7luPOuFV3yelQ5tWDwr0GY0EKx6Dhs9_-g/s1600-h/25195_378512828370_574763370_3947269_6717362_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi714VizarQ94srjgerpJXHCgEcOpzgVnfhywx1FASuK8i1wBSvfFiLbSQ9olQ3moArtFE3WZlKLKBsk9czdDIVfFMd3c8MOFlLFRgu4rZr7luPOuFV3yelQ5tWDwr0GY0EKx6Dhs9_-g/s320/25195_378512828370_574763370_3947269_6717362_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451525903186953490" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">awesome mengosome food</span><br /><br /><br /></div><span style="font-family:verdana;">after eating.. u surely wanna drink kan?? here comes all the </span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;">hard liquor</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">.. there's vodka, red wine, white wine and whiskey.. really funny how our faces </span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;">slowly turn red</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">... and our voices seemed </span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;">louder and louder</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">.. haha.. one of cliff's friends, </span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;">shyrone</span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> took a wee bit too much of everything that she eventually</span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"> ended up in the toilet inverting her stomach out</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">..<br /><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4boBCRmWpodABFDRjTOQ6iyp5uSsG6RjlBdLjpa4x7QS9LYBPs7mRHX2q6ujPaybjxaBpy3Tzf6J7LZRdNNCGeIVJU4VvNeYjtzn2u12CX0dN49j5Ng3ibGdxWbplkfufPMk41uNMAQ/s1600-h/25195_378513073370_574763370_3947309_5831590_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4boBCRmWpodABFDRjTOQ6iyp5uSsG6RjlBdLjpa4x7QS9LYBPs7mRHX2q6ujPaybjxaBpy3Tzf6J7LZRdNNCGeIVJU4VvNeYjtzn2u12CX0dN49j5Ng3ibGdxWbplkfufPMk41uNMAQ/s320/25195_378513073370_574763370_3947309_5831590_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451537542377355666" border="0" /></a></span></span></span><span style="font-style: italic;">best friend of the night "Mr Whiskey"</span><br /></div><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"><br /></span> <div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrG_fhoH6827DOATzm14VU8mQKMocedyrqW6ZNY_wLnmRzEeusaHZ8bojqTRTP4n8R3sbqJM-UUHZAuP85FOMJ1T2kVD23yMKM2Jsof80BJVIK1lfFLKczteAzhxfPs_4cD3GwVvKT6w/s1600-h/25195_378513018370_574763370_3947301_2978725_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrG_fhoH6827DOATzm14VU8mQKMocedyrqW6ZNY_wLnmRzEeusaHZ8bojqTRTP4n8R3sbqJM-UUHZAuP85FOMJ1T2kVD23yMKM2Jsof80BJVIK1lfFLKczteAzhxfPs_4cD3GwVvKT6w/s320/25195_378513018370_574763370_3947301_2978725_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451529247797085442" border="0" /></a>and the drinking session goes on and on....<br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn84481A4lHdgqXaHWaw7ip0sou0zH5FHFSLXVQrj41dJ4bx8NZKRpW9ze6-J1DEvHczqeUVPe2TriAUCnGw2SH_YqJWb9oToUorKoTmnnMEcNEM19ppnbxwuPccDcCufMBYxI2P-BvA/s1600-h/25195_378512973370_574763370_3947294_8010475_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn84481A4lHdgqXaHWaw7ip0sou0zH5FHFSLXVQrj41dJ4bx8NZKRpW9ze6-J1DEvHczqeUVPe2TriAUCnGw2SH_YqJWb9oToUorKoTmnnMEcNEM19ppnbxwuPccDcCufMBYxI2P-BvA/s320/25195_378512973370_574763370_3947294_8010475_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451535868327070562" border="0" /></a></span></span></span>the 'ngirup' group</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-style: italic;">(Justin Martin, Cliff, Shyrone, Mark, Sean and Me)<br /><br /><br /></span></div><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0X6LIYyzkgN7S7j9UteiIPNwbhFqbL7JjKYAHfzstcw3jZjeHijr11dtBNxZcY8eBPZmrOJMn3K_uUhE8DbKjTNF2IJGA7j_qQOsfIMKLSS8bdphvD0p8OJ7uNY2a7cJLi-8GVgpY0w/s1600-h/25195_378512968370_574763370_3947293_387501_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0X6LIYyzkgN7S7j9UteiIPNwbhFqbL7JjKYAHfzstcw3jZjeHijr11dtBNxZcY8eBPZmrOJMn3K_uUhE8DbKjTNF2IJGA7j_qQOsfIMKLSS8bdphvD0p8OJ7uNY2a7cJLi-8GVgpY0w/s320/25195_378512968370_574763370_3947293_387501_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451533395037138226" border="0" /></a></span></span></span></span><div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-style: italic;">ketua "ngirup"<br />(Mark and Sean)<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtQRKspYfKKqBr2oDNTRLr9Pe-BceioqqJwYpESaAiFuY54QtXFwxMWoIMd16mVmOGSIMrk2rQWY6ah6Ou9geJKpBuvVzKXI-uFTh5FQNSHBTXBWORhuy-SRlRGjDG95pGWmp7ERgElg/s1600-h/25195_378512988370_574763370_3947296_2274870_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtQRKspYfKKqBr2oDNTRLr9Pe-BceioqqJwYpESaAiFuY54QtXFwxMWoIMd16mVmOGSIMrk2rQWY6ah6Ou9geJKpBuvVzKXI-uFTh5FQNSHBTXBWORhuy-SRlRGjDG95pGWmp7ERgElg/s320/25195_378512988370_574763370_3947296_2274870_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451527497291746210" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">this is how you look like after a few drinks.. you just don't care how you smile for the camera</span><br /><br /><br /></div><span style="font-family:verdana;">it goes of as cliff going </span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;">"anne... shy muntah"</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">.. then i 'rush' to the toilet and saw </span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;">purple colour goo in the sink</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">... to make things worst.. the sink was </span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;">block</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">.. so i bodoh2 become </span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;">'super woman'</span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> and take a paintbrush and stick it into the sink.. it worked but the paintbrush didn't survive the battle.. poor little paintbrush.. then.. victim number 2... </span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >the toothbrush</span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> (i have no clue who's toothbrush is it).. haha! i keep on sticking it into the stupid sink hole.. n </span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >voila!! </span><span style="font-family:verdana;">it worked..</span> <div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3bjLRflKMxcvzAG777VmomhNwJG6FOUqKL9TuNR6S2kNQL_e0By62s2QabzWGlRlpLUrxDtjUNqJ4TUfSy7eCe7xnHp-v3qHuI0oYiE0N04Rd25Pe94aBv5zf6IYAKyfZFijEXdxf2g/s1600-h/25195_378512933370_574763370_3947287_2796600_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3bjLRflKMxcvzAG777VmomhNwJG6FOUqKL9TuNR6S2kNQL_e0By62s2QabzWGlRlpLUrxDtjUNqJ4TUfSy7eCe7xnHp-v3qHuI0oYiE0N04Rd25Pe94aBv5zf6IYAKyfZFijEXdxf2g/s320/25195_378512933370_574763370_3947287_2796600_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451527465456485986" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span><span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBAYkP75VVGz9RON8VtJR0c9zhs-_hn5ii_uFW8mjnSf6sRYRLBLmOskTXOPLyv78EiPXl9iSkN1u9eYrDf_FbXNOeMxmotTSw2GroZl7jVwt697bOSUubwn-Uh8Lr4YJnLpltl86bMA/s1600-h/25195_378513053370_574763370_3947305_2226175_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBAYkP75VVGz9RON8VtJR0c9zhs-_hn5ii_uFW8mjnSf6sRYRLBLmOskTXOPLyv78EiPXl9iSkN1u9eYrDf_FbXNOeMxmotTSw2GroZl7jVwt697bOSUubwn-Uh8Lr4YJnLpltl86bMA/s320/25195_378513053370_574763370_3947305_2226175_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451529259401513266" border="0" /></a>notice shy's face in both the pictures... hehe..<br /><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></span>shy was leaning onto me.. n poor little me.. i just can't support her.. cliff btw was just standing there at the door <span style="font-weight: bold;">laughing</span> at me with that tipsy look.. i still remember we had to bring her into desmond's car.. n she started to <span style="font-weight: bold;">puke again</span>.. in a <span style="font-weight: bold;">plastic bag</span>.. haha!!<br /></div> <span style="font-family:verdana;">next stop.. </span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >shy's house</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">.. but unfortunately she was not in perfect condition to go home.. we're scared that her parents go </span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >*@#^%&@*&#*@^#*%$!!!!!</span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> at her when she step into the house going all </span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >BLUEK</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">.... hahaha.. so we went to </span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >9898</span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> to wait for cliff and dian who sent my mama n granny home.. while waiting.. </span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >shy was zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz</span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> at the back of the car.. we waited for quite some time and we had our </span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >keji general meeting</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">..</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;">after the meeting of the keji people was adjourned.. we head of to s</span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >hy's friend's house</span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> because she cannot get sober.. haha.. </span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >poor soul</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">.. then!!!!! </span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >BLUEK!!!!!!!!!!</span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> this time it's not from shy... it was from the </span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >dearest birthday boy</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">.. haha.. fortunately he picked a suitable place to puke.. in the </span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >longkang</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">.. hehe..</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;">then then.. i decided to take a </span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >picture at the middle of the road</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">.. here's the scary part... there was </span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >something behind me</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">!! crapness!! totally</span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" > freaked </span><span style="font-family:verdana;">me out dude.. haha.. </span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >supernatural</span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> event..</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;">after a whole night of </span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >"WOOHHOOOO!!" , "YAAAAAMMM SEEEENNG!!", "BLLUUUUEEEEKK" and supernatural events...</span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> we finally head </span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >home</span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> and </span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >snooze</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">..</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;">here's to cliff!!! hope u </span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >enjoyed</span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> your birthday... :) and i hope and pray that you would have a </span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >wonderful and awesome year ahead of you</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">... </span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >CHEERS!!!</span> <div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span><span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIxvp-YWnKcTnoFkqzwLWx3oSn-JAOWhSmMX3Blygscr-njLlElxoFbt0o2rmn7d0cQTGRSgyrWFwPJClQoJ_Y-epRs419x9KYO2nkp4ajBf3pHgByYm2KWJewtlvfS13dV-AU5Kh02A/s1600-h/26129_333784083370_574763370_3818847_1060932_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIxvp-YWnKcTnoFkqzwLWx3oSn-JAOWhSmMX3Blygscr-njLlElxoFbt0o2rmn7d0cQTGRSgyrWFwPJClQoJ_Y-epRs419x9KYO2nkp4ajBf3pHgByYm2KWJewtlvfS13dV-AU5Kh02A/s320/26129_333784083370_574763370_3818847_1060932_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451531085411217682" border="0" /></a></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-style: italic;">me and cliff :)</span><br /></div>Marianne Trahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02823767616699971846noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8035460773085911580.post-21229051082492213422010-02-26T02:44:00.000-08:002010-02-26T03:00:40.996-08:00does life depend on a piece of paper???<span style="font-family: verdana;">went to get my </span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;">STPM results</span><span style="font-family: verdana;"> the other day... with my mama some more.. my biggest concern on that day was whether i failed any of my subjects (esp Maths)... kinda blame myself for </span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;">not taking STPM seriously</span><span style="font-family: verdana;">.. i really needed awesome results but what da heck.. gotta be </span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;">thankful</span><span style="font-family: verdana;"> for what you have right??</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">you see... its</span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"> kinda funny how your future is determined by one piece of paper</span><span style="font-family: verdana;">... i wanted to go for a </span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;">medic degree</span><span style="font-family: verdana;"> actually.. but with those grades.. phew.. its gonna take me a miracle to have a place in any uni for a medic program... heh..</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left; font-family: verdana;">lesson learnt??? <span style="font-weight: bold;">to prioritize yourself</span>.. and not the distractions around u.. it can be anything.. <span style="font-weight: bold;">from boys to toys</span>... anything dat can get ur mind off ur life-long goals.. its easy for me to say dat but actually its really hard to resist the fact that its <span style="font-weight: bold;">easier to have fun</span> than to be stuck in your room reading "Biology Volume 1" or "Pengajian Am"... u know wad i mean..<br /><br />so right now.. im trying my best to<span style="font-weight: bold;"> look for courses</span> that suit me.. i don't like the fact that you're gonna be <span style="font-weight: bold;">stuck with something that you're not even interested</span> with for the rest of your life.. its like you're sitting next to a guy with serious <span style="font-weight: bold;">BO problems </span>for the rest of your life.. how <span style="font-weight: bold;">annoying</span> is that?? well.. i hope i can find a suitable subject to study.. and hopefully i can get into a good uni...<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">oh God help me... </span><br /></div>Marianne Trahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02823767616699971846noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8035460773085911580.post-89752166202732792472010-01-31T17:29:00.000-08:002010-01-31T18:07:47.977-08:00kiddy meal<span style="font-family: verdana;">oooooweeeeeeeeeeeee...........</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">went out with my nephews yesterday and it was fun.... 1st up.. the spring... had ice cream at desserts since they x normally go to spring....</span><br /><br /><br /><a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyA4ya6j8m2dPiKZTpfkqba0OWqZLgBKkbVpgt7A7Pf4LCgTIbBMkZfdHwCvXnZ4KhTRE22caEKXPhi87jksY3TxF5Hy61noQQVTTO43y3XOzWY8-dy2H80HDdNgdZ33BGMrewykoHBA/s1600-h/Image207.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyA4ya6j8m2dPiKZTpfkqba0OWqZLgBKkbVpgt7A7Pf4LCgTIbBMkZfdHwCvXnZ4KhTRE22caEKXPhi87jksY3TxF5Hy61noQQVTTO43y3XOzWY8-dy2H80HDdNgdZ33BGMrewykoHBA/s320/Image207.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433083648892360690" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Eric eating his Choc Brownie ice cream<br /><br /><br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip3tBxgPRUGIRoZRm6wzZY9wrrDFKurw1w_TgMFfjUb6rub60IIiS17xEiurykkRlgbu21b-qB7jA3Z1SR9neP2zjh6EHkENF8gRj-dPoRDebDdMGxMHI_K-7IZFMp7Cg1p1OBNLTp3A/s1600-h/Image208.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip3tBxgPRUGIRoZRm6wzZY9wrrDFKurw1w_TgMFfjUb6rub60IIiS17xEiurykkRlgbu21b-qB7jA3Z1SR9neP2zjh6EHkENF8gRj-dPoRDebDdMGxMHI_K-7IZFMp7Cg1p1OBNLTp3A/s320/Image208.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433084132334070866" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">Max enjoying his Cookies & Cream ice cream</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjngU7RSZkUiyg9p9GKFuQt2zr76AMFFqSAGXB-eMCKa3oc2ckoUHGaIWg9kg18dyDULPWbI6kCGsvbdeHVhzLgotxzpDRgVEFupcpTjiIaksy5eeuIF2QQV1lC0r7YCUy6asSk7xUCg/s1600-h/Image209.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjngU7RSZkUiyg9p9GKFuQt2zr76AMFFqSAGXB-eMCKa3oc2ckoUHGaIWg9kg18dyDULPWbI6kCGsvbdeHVhzLgotxzpDRgVEFupcpTjiIaksy5eeuIF2QQV1lC0r7YCUy6asSk7xUCg/s320/Image209.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433084886522891442" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">Pipi munching her Choc Mint ice cream<br /></span><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;">as for me... i had Tiramisu ice cream... yummy...<br /><br />then we went to the gamer shop coz Eric wants some games for his psp... kids nowadays... wonder wad happen to playing monopoly or riding a bicycle?? haha..<br /></span></span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;">then all of them wanted to go to the hills since they haven't got the chance to go there yet... but actually they just wanna go see...<br /><br /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuWXUKj04LPNP3s08jtB7O7Qu27EQl9QfAtjtr0bK5UUk_1FCNrPNBKKIpMhlGoCMY3Wy_rGrytEh-i8WeOQpP05FahqU_3ekXdusu1yNhmqTlr9O2XCU5LGNNJUdAgpHDb_FswcImdg/s1600-h/toysrus.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 237px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuWXUKj04LPNP3s08jtB7O7Qu27EQl9QfAtjtr0bK5UUk_1FCNrPNBKKIpMhlGoCMY3Wy_rGrytEh-i8WeOQpP05FahqU_3ekXdusu1yNhmqTlr9O2XCU5LGNNJUdAgpHDb_FswcImdg/s320/toysrus.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433086882812674786" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">heaven for kids.. including me.. :)<br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><br />i always love the bubble tingee.. the wan that comes in a bottle with a stick inside.. the one that u blow n then got bubble go out?? ok.. this sounds wrong.. haha.. anyhoo.. they had huge bottles of those.. huhu!! i want that for my birthday.. :)<br /><br />the kids had the time of their life.. haha.. who wouldn't when they see that much toys in one store... huhu... too bad we didn't bring the youngest nephew.. Jac</span></span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;">k jack.. he would be extremely hyper n happy if he was there... nvmd.. there's always next </span></span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;">time.. :)<br /></span></span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;">before that, we had dinner at Marrybrown.. yummy yum yum...<br /><br /><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKGbyBXQnjFWft4hLU4QoFJn_bYkkFkDVgCyXVJelShrZgO3YpySrz36CF0GJblKl6quNZjOKbeMqBLW_Fzy8XP0fKT9_Z-ws7vx0Q6lC3Qkcd0ldef9yNVztOdYbd6KWAlKtHbQH6RA/s1600-h/Image212.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKGbyBXQnjFWft4hLU4QoFJn_bYkkFkDVgCyXVJelShrZgO3YpySrz36CF0GJblKl6quNZjOKbeMqBLW_Fzy8XP0fKT9_Z-ws7vx0Q6lC3Qkcd0ldef9yNVztOdYbd6KWAlKtHbQH6RA/s320/Image212.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433089510157782930" border="0" /></a><br /></div></div></div></div><div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-style: italic;">spoiler got Mawi's face...<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;">awesome food... great company = totally awesome outing..<br /><br />after that.. we went to bing coz we ran out of ideas on where to go... so we ended up going home coz Pipi got school the next day... feel so old when i had to send them back coz they got school n i don't.. haha.. hopefully i get to bring them out agn next week... fingers crossed.. :)<br /></span></span><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></div></div>Marianne Trahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02823767616699971846noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8035460773085911580.post-57332091448643511572010-01-17T03:07:00.000-08:002010-01-17T03:49:44.988-08:00tata boony boon boon....<div face="arial" style="text-align: center;">hey all... here's a post for my 3rd bro...<br /></div><div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih6qnH0zhshhEfHw5EiaoMddXP5ZHxyTSc17_VIeNpxreZkWBsRJH0opRsznr6ng1fgFb4k4PzI7HAcqlj6s63OP-Cyg0PU5kBo_3K_TXqlSwd3AkK67pCoFlC1C7sCf2I0L38UeZfzQ/s1600-h/DSC01080.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih6qnH0zhshhEfHw5EiaoMddXP5ZHxyTSc17_VIeNpxreZkWBsRJH0opRsznr6ng1fgFb4k4PzI7HAcqlj6s63OP-Cyg0PU5kBo_3K_TXqlSwd3AkK67pCoFlC1C7sCf2I0L38UeZfzQ/s320/DSC01080.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427672330119093218" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">CHRISTOPHER JOHANN JABAT</span><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">he's my <span style="font-weight: bold;">awesome mengosome</span> chomel brother who's gonna turn <span style="font-weight: bold;">26</span> this year.. ehe... tua...<br /><div style="text-align: right;">anyhoo... he's studying at UiTM now... Arau, Perlis branch... so not awesome...<br /><div style="text-align: left;">coz dis year he's gonna finish his degree and his gonna continue his practical...<br /><div style="text-align: right;">so most probably he's gonna stay put there for quite some time...<br /><div style="text-align: left;">he was back at kuching for the xmas holidays and it was a blast..<div style="text-align: right;">kinda miss his <span style="font-weight: bold;">annoying attitude</span>.. n his out of nowhere punches which hurts so bad...<br /><div style="text-align: left;">although he had <span style="font-weight: bold;">broken my leg</span> once and punch me a few times.. he's still my bro.. :)<br /><div style="text-align: right;">so here's to you... :)<br /><div style="text-align: left;">hopefully u'll do alright in perlis and get some awesome sis-in-law for me... haha...<br /><div style="text-align: right;">im so gonna miss our outing and <span style="font-weight: bold;">gila gila moments</span>...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkQyCr3ssehsI4UiZgCdw5-URS1x3VBMbE8oYCEXxmW4Vscv1iPrzqhHu_b9leDkulN8gc_jJpCbLEj8ITiDdG37Bp9LcX3Tt3M6q4g6jcxd_k_cRLd-3XcCsZExRhz5yZoYaemuMNvA/s1600-h/DSC01248.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 174px; height: 131px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkQyCr3ssehsI4UiZgCdw5-URS1x3VBMbE8oYCEXxmW4Vscv1iPrzqhHu_b9leDkulN8gc_jJpCbLEj8ITiDdG37Bp9LcX3Tt3M6q4g6jcxd_k_cRLd-3XcCsZExRhz5yZoYaemuMNvA/s320/DSC01248.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427668603875025330" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9fveKeQwpoBXUFWozO5gFEfeG2x8gNY9N_LckEMOemOXp4HdCadVS-3wr8KOiArm0VvEyqK3lr0OErV4y3gU81TwYw2xu-c2zFdT3_aL09BpaQrphpQGT0op0CiDVGd6aJLjtIT3qMw/s1600-h/DSC01108.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 168px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9fveKeQwpoBXUFWozO5gFEfeG2x8gNY9N_LckEMOemOXp4HdCadVS-3wr8KOiArm0VvEyqK3lr0OErV4y3gU81TwYw2xu-c2zFdT3_aL09BpaQrphpQGT0op0CiDVGd6aJLjtIT3qMw/s320/DSC01108.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427669499570563746" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjev905fW67Iv6XnkSnWqeCuQlEVCQ0CS2fz7STaOKNG03RkpxNkSz_TzwZcuDHGB3hUknxf7jRLMZqoNrNfjIZ2t67pxBFf6_-x6a7RPClYnzVB9PuZOmjGfPou4jNaxxjdy8qhW_Fpg/s1600-h/DSC01096.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 193px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjev905fW67Iv6XnkSnWqeCuQlEVCQ0CS2fz7STaOKNG03RkpxNkSz_TzwZcuDHGB3hUknxf7jRLMZqoNrNfjIZ2t67pxBFf6_-x6a7RPClYnzVB9PuZOmjGfPou4jNaxxjdy8qhW_Fpg/s320/DSC01096.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427670149080852610" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: left;">ur <span style="font-weight: bold;">super huge</span> apetite (ur so gonna have a hunger strike at Arau) :)<br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP_CBTrHvP_GQZSz_kykXnViXWmNmQnq0OD_brgFA9NpUs03rwFUhZLUBDEZpTCPHgyh9c37MBR9XTf1Gm3567GPMx-SyI9UJfYnbXh7_2yrxELirjJOBGjn31tbfiKvMjmHOxxyqUvw/s1600-h/DSC01123.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP_CBTrHvP_GQZSz_kykXnViXWmNmQnq0OD_brgFA9NpUs03rwFUhZLUBDEZpTCPHgyh9c37MBR9XTf1Gm3567GPMx-SyI9UJfYnbXh7_2yrxELirjJOBGjn31tbfiKvMjmHOxxyqUvw/s320/DSC01123.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427671432090135874" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">cheers!!</span> gonna miss you boony...<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe3IFFXD6Yds-4knqBs68vwiRHRpCKFFdAPWm2OcVG12K4wbMuxpzjKKzpQcBCSy-PLh1Rv-OEav7j84GRVOwwPKzZxw02CCt7By9A1_5Zn40F6z7PGq8coPmkJ-KdnngNcRcpUrFM5g/s1600-h/DSC01258.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe3IFFXD6Yds-4knqBs68vwiRHRpCKFFdAPWm2OcVG12K4wbMuxpzjKKzpQcBCSy-PLh1Rv-OEav7j84GRVOwwPKzZxw02CCt7By9A1_5Zn40F6z7PGq8coPmkJ-KdnngNcRcpUrFM5g/s400/DSC01258.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427674310605810610" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Gordon (super tua), Christopher (tua), Me (muda giler) and Shenton (boleh la tua)</span><br /></div><br /><br /><br /></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Marianne Trahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02823767616699971846noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8035460773085911580.post-77834018339402133432009-12-19T11:59:00.000-08:002009-12-19T12:32:21.432-08:00listen up!!<span style="font-family: verdana;">here's a post to all you stupid stalkers...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">first of all.. what's up with all that cheap and lame pick up lines??? can't you do any better?? gosh... </span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;">quote from stalker A: "hey u cute girl.."</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">wtf right?? i mean.. i x even know you.. what makes you think you can say that?? thanks for calling me cute and all but come on la... what in your right mind would wanna talk to a random person in that manner... right??</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">if you need a friend then fine but don't la talk like that.. so noob... so desperate...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">and another thing.. the only topic they talk about is sex... feel like i wanna suggest them to go to petanak or haji taha or somewhere... either that or counseling.. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">attention stalkers out there.. please have some respect for us ladies... we're not just some piece of meat ya... you don't just meet a girl and suddenly talk about sex... how sick is that??? all you can think about when you look at a girl is only for your personal pleasure ka?? man that's sick... </span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;">quote from stalker (freak) A: i thought you're open minded.. (talking about sex)... just delete me from your friends list.. i don't like closed minded chinese girls... i prefer malay girls cause they're open minded..</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">i was so pissed off cause of two things that time..</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">first of all... i'm not chinese.. and what's with the comparing between races?? i thought we're living in a civilised world.. or maybe he's in the uncivilised society... what pitty.. total loser... and it comes to show that he don't even know me yet.. right?? and this leads us to the next point..</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">secondly... why would you wanna talk about sex to a person who just knew in less than an hour?? is that all you're looking for?? get a life dude... so pissed off la...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">anyhoo... to all you weirdos.. not to worry.. there's a explaination for the sex addiction.. you know how our body is controlled by hormones right?? so there's a neurohormone called dopamine which is in control of this addiction.. the difference between sex addicts from other normal people is that they are unable to control themselves... "mind over matter" don't get me wrong though... dopamine is also related to other functions of the body.. like muscle contractions and all... </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">i'm just hoping that i would not go through this experience again.. it's just disgusting.. truly disgusting... </span>Marianne Trahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02823767616699971846noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8035460773085911580.post-85085038205459418202009-12-15T11:29:00.000-08:002009-12-15T11:43:31.938-08:00bing!!<span style="font-family: verdana;">yup.. a sudden click in my brain... was gazing away while watching a movie... thinking about someone.. what would he be doing in this hour... sleeping??? drinking away??? i don't know... i guess its hard to let someone go..</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">so here's the thing... which one would you prefer?? being dumped because that someone has found someone new?? or being dumped cause he's just not into you (or any other girl.. but have a chance of liking someone)??</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">hanging out in the same group of friends as ur ex-boyfriend is definitely suicidal... have to admit its really tough.. the thing that scares me the most?? the day he comes hand in hand with another girl... its like the past repeating itself.. but with another girl (i hope)... friends were there to always support you.. but at the end of the day.. it comes down to you...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">"so what are you gonna do now??"... i ask myself that very same question every time i wake up... funny how a simple sentence like "this is it.. its over" can absolutely alter your life... and poof.. there he goes... gone.. like all the other boys.. they just come and go...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">don't get me wrong.. this topic is just about moving on.. i guess.. or simply just babbling along.. some of my friends said "don't worry.. u'll find a better guy one day".. sorry guys but this shop is close... no more vacancies.. if u get what i mean..</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">"that excitement that i had with you was too good to be true... "</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">thats all i can say.. so cheers to all you ladies who are lucky enough to find someone special to love.. for those who haven't, its alright.. you can always call it quits like me..</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">bon voyage love game...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">you've hit me real hard...</span>Marianne Trahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02823767616699971846noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8035460773085911580.post-7896869101940129782009-12-11T05:35:00.000-08:002009-12-11T06:48:35.093-08:00back again..<span style="font-family: arial;">ola!!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">just finished another phase of my life... STPM!! it stands for Sijil Tinggi Pelajaran Malaysia.. really afraid of my results tho.. didn't do my best.. anyhoo.. form 6 life is full of surprises.. and it really did change me in a way... can't see any reason why i should turn back time and not enter form6.. looking back, it was an awesome one and a half years of my life..</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">my first day in form 6 was kinda akward b'coz honestly, i wasn't close to anyone in the class... as days go by, became friends with my fellow classmates... it was interesting.. coz there were boys in the class.. 3 of them.. ben, ches n saf... d top 3 alpha males in class..</span><br /><br /><a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV-hPbwrOrLuzq9fDWjX2U8EwcvgTbvnMz0YpyEgifakAsBpDQoLAntB_xf0OzgfdbcznjvA6CWr0FMOYs9ELn0Hcq7brk6-JZvAvq5YmKhK_kZuBw7Mp_bP5exJIbfXAHOJKZtaftgA/s1600-h/IMG_0316.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV-hPbwrOrLuzq9fDWjX2U8EwcvgTbvnMz0YpyEgifakAsBpDQoLAntB_xf0OzgfdbcznjvA6CWr0FMOYs9ELn0Hcq7brk6-JZvAvq5YmKhK_kZuBw7Mp_bP5exJIbfXAHOJKZtaftgA/s320/IMG_0316.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413989645441769634" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">another awesome fact about lower 6 is that we had festivals in class... food festival of course.. *nom nom nom*... hehe... it was an awesome class of 19 kids.. not to forget our dear teachers.. well some of them are dear to us.. but the others are just some kind of deco.. sorry.. heh..<br /><br /></span><a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4V3IZDfNahtG_SaiYNzLXZkImK3t8zymNgG4sJtBXar1BVWL-hurQ-Af9Fd_MEnr03TqWpmbqB1619yIiMzoVKITlVLsATG186JP6xoQib4gga7FokrMNZjua8VP3OywrQOkejK_SCg/s1600-h/5019_1113502249209_1576525873_252352_4665604_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikNoMAFgN6xQVqYQvXzm-UW9Lg_AGXiOtKYdTttXyWddd4dcvv30oMEimQtcdptCE8kWns_Ych14Rr3mPLCNqUxWuJeYbImZsCJe4AOWWgnTKdFuJwUrUNprVcRBcc7y0V0y2q1ySAiA/s320/9023_1052033001466_1845016943_109574_6387831_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413986983664919298" border="0" /></a><a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQrlz6oHC8lsBao35B7TONsjJeAG0SBKT9Sk9ElemvZuIqNo5iaVJin-76gqXv9BXzGIZ9wZlI6GrCsZbZ8Q-2Cy-0pLbuhhJUipHHfU4JIY6y9FSE3V0o9YugpchmUU4twQu8lCKGbA/s1600-h/5740_1188565708324_1053759077_30616635_8388378_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQrlz6oHC8lsBao35B7TONsjJeAG0SBKT9Sk9ElemvZuIqNo5iaVJin-76gqXv9BXzGIZ9wZlI6GrCsZbZ8Q-2Cy-0pLbuhhJUipHHfU4JIY6y9FSE3V0o9YugpchmUU4twQu8lCKGbA/s320/5740_1188565708324_1053759077_30616635_8388378_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413987680331742306" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">then there were 17... n only one alpha male.. ben lau..</span><br /><a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4wjygiPFxaVQUFZsqqrLZujQk_92dTT0rA1CpsZ-ndr6RkhmoFTowX9Jbv6b5zXH4kdKIf5EawlDzJtWRdb0Sm0dZzv7jFPFg8yt_HjX0ZPYHwFgJnSwZ-dgoUWNS8YAwoqH7QXVOQg/s1600-h/5489_97880158476_610028476_1987857_670748_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 217px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4wjygiPFxaVQUFZsqqrLZujQk_92dTT0rA1CpsZ-ndr6RkhmoFTowX9Jbv6b5zXH4kdKIf5EawlDzJtWRdb0Sm0dZzv7jFPFg8yt_HjX0ZPYHwFgJnSwZ-dgoUWNS8YAwoqH7QXVOQg/s320/5489_97880158476_610028476_1987857_670748_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413986455727101266" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">upper 6 was a whole new chapter all together... we were toned down.. n d kiasu geng comprising of Philu, Joanne, Delie and Ah Song were getting more kiasu.. exams were extremely hard n we we had to focus on STPM.. owh ya!! the disection!! brutal acts of bio students...</span><br /><br /><a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjKkpGMfy_Us5XzeJvNwf-4dyMjjqEX4V2nfMCp454zxpQTFRD9C-TuQCOORy2V8JVTrZLOPflRY7BSPd0-SOwR5m5CKm-fZMppgiSxxMzNmOA-93sSY6xk4AeGLfRpVAVpgtX4hNESw/s1600-h/4963_1105250322916_1576525873_230043_519824_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjKkpGMfy_Us5XzeJvNwf-4dyMjjqEX4V2nfMCp454zxpQTFRD9C-TuQCOORy2V8JVTrZLOPflRY7BSPd0-SOwR5m5CKm-fZMppgiSxxMzNmOA-93sSY6xk4AeGLfRpVAVpgtX4hNESw/s320/4963_1105250322916_1576525873_230043_519824_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413984785238963010" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">words cant explain how upper 6 was... the moments in class with friends.. the rough times being a prefect... new friends.. shocking menyoking moments.. its a chapter of my life that i will cherish..</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">goodbye form 6..</span><br /><br /><a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX-FfBaOzDcZPHbx9Xv30D6OwkQ0PXV_EUOCRKDlEov-fShxZUHAUa7DphUA5hrZzDtlo-axn1aNZfgjGDxWOXArL9zpRyjNyQxokZF-SGxwXFBxfb8bbqtIGCQ_jCn0fVKfSC5goDQA/s1600-h/15351_163935203476_610028476_2715942_8339371_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX-FfBaOzDcZPHbx9Xv30D6OwkQ0PXV_EUOCRKDlEov-fShxZUHAUa7DphUA5hrZzDtlo-axn1aNZfgjGDxWOXArL9zpRyjNyQxokZF-SGxwXFBxfb8bbqtIGCQ_jCn0fVKfSC5goDQA/s320/15351_163935203476_610028476_2715942_8339371_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413980838623877666" border="0" /></a>Marianne Trahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02823767616699971846noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8035460773085911580.post-1516200495449136172009-06-21T07:07:00.000-07:002009-06-21T07:43:40.741-07:00Happy Father's Day!!<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:georgia;" ><br /></span><br /><div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: normal;font-family:georgia;" >first of all... HAPPY FATHER'S DAY!! to all you dads out there... i must say that even though mums do all the "push push" and the mummy job (which is alot), dads are always there to somehow encourage you and pick you up when you fall...</span><br /><br /> <span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: normal;font-family:georgia;" >today, i went to a funeral.. it was my dad's cousin's funeral... on father's day... and it made me wonder how the kids would feel and think to see their dad being buried on father's day... and when i look over to my dad and his big belly... and suddenly feel lucky that he is still here with me.. and my mum too... i cannot imagine myself without them..</span><br /><br /></div><div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqOoBHuckMT7oFJ1ICcYQ9spdem6caurnffTs-OjTz9WhyphenhyphenoOOJmGQOwhJogjESXLaMiV9pkE5KuuwoLIc1zXnprs5VycVcw4d65sAOGCh7mva8LkBk_mlBdy72_4JOBEIndAJWEXSmZg/s1600-h/DSC00616.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqOoBHuckMT7oFJ1ICcYQ9spdem6caurnffTs-OjTz9WhyphenhyphenoOOJmGQOwhJogjESXLaMiV9pkE5KuuwoLIc1zXnprs5VycVcw4d65sAOGCh7mva8LkBk_mlBdy72_4JOBEIndAJWEXSmZg/s320/DSC00616.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349786150101615266" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Family members praying over my uncle...</span></span><br /></div></div><div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:georgia;" > <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">then... i visited my grandpa's grave... he was buried next to a YB which was funny cause... my grandpa was an ordinary guy who lived his life with just a simple mission to raise his kids and ensure a healthy environment for his family... not like now.. everything is about position and wealth... and THAT made me think...</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">no matter what post you held when you're alive.. no matter how much money you make.. it does not matter... it's about how many lives you've touched... like that YB.. lord bless his soul.. but he was way off compared to my grandpa... but he was buried just next to my grandpa.. THE IRONY...</span></span><br /><br /></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYHYpND5Ot8shUY4yr3eVyc71Y_WLcdY5UQ0FDMBR66dJSofcwo8wCpXp18J7jiyyWrMzMc8HKrJ8Epumj_EZeh5wI1XmVIoqSH5_9jMov8s5pLYO-rspmD5yyq7aYfhaoTOy44T4yxA/s1600-h/DSC00621.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYHYpND5Ot8shUY4yr3eVyc71Y_WLcdY5UQ0FDMBR66dJSofcwo8wCpXp18J7jiyyWrMzMc8HKrJ8Epumj_EZeh5wI1XmVIoqSH5_9jMov8s5pLYO-rspmD5yyq7aYfhaoTOy44T4yxA/s320/DSC00621.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349787473531013522" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">My grandpa's grave on the right and the YB on the left..</span></span><br /></div><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"><br /><span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:georgia;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">nevertheless... i managed to wish him happy father's day.. hehe... so here is to my daddy.. beer belly... lazy bum bum.. and a whole lot of fun to bully... hehe... </span></span><br /><br /></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIVTjLsxq7UnZR9CZaKz8_Re8WOlNiM5-RTgSoBtInzTEI1CnKjJxqYy7GLqTvbpSYEJ5adhUhTFSsjxha8ssJKv2harQUXzFevAdEuQ_UDCe3X0IuHDtB-dOnOb_RijdEQ4z8DefJpQ/s1600-h/DSC00163.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIVTjLsxq7UnZR9CZaKz8_Re8WOlNiM5-RTgSoBtInzTEI1CnKjJxqYy7GLqTvbpSYEJ5adhUhTFSsjxha8ssJKv2harQUXzFevAdEuQ_UDCe3X0IuHDtB-dOnOb_RijdEQ4z8DefJpQ/s320/DSC00163.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349790137169546482" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">HAPPY FATHER'S DAY PA!!!</span><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"><br /></div><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /></span></span>Marianne Trahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02823767616699971846noreply@blogger.com0