<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098349180784688038</id><updated>2012-03-04T00:21:50.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life and its Perks</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Sun Moon Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07541132271210560885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>415</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098349180784688038.post-3374195516517651262</id><published>2012-03-03T22:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-03-04T00:21:50.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one that got away by Amanda Liew</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In another life, I would be your girl, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We keep all our promises, it will be us against the world,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And in another life, I would make you stay, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So I don't have to say you're the one that got away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We often confuse ourselves when the opportunity of love appears itself. How do we embrace it? Do we sit back and let it blossom? Or we take it by its rein and take control of it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm a naive girl. I have not yet experience great love, the love where you will be torn into pieces if it ended. I can even agree I have never fully love someone until, fate brought us together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This is not a typical love story. This is a story of unbalance love and the hardship I constantly face so that I appear not to be affected by it. I dunno whether it makes any sense. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But here goes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Many years ago, I've known this boy, now a man during my schooling years. We were close friends but not best friends. As years passed by, so is the friendship gap between us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After I entered college, I no longer think of him or categorize him as my go-to-friend. We still wish each other on festive seasons and birthdays but nothing further on from that. We don't even &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt;. That was how distant we were.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;On a fateful day, I think it was God's will, I suddenly thought of him. By then, I was posted as an intern at MAS and I only have data entry to do so to kill boredom, I was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;texting&lt;/span&gt; some friends in my contact list. I must have scrolled down the list and saw his name because that was how everything started.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I messaged him with a typical message that probably sounds like "Hey #! How are you? What are you doing now?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And he probably replied with silly response because I remembered he told me, he was a recent graduate and will be working for his first real corporate job in December. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I still remember how I message him asking how it was working in a ## and we did some constant &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;texting&lt;/span&gt; I guessed. One thing led to another and soon we were meeting up and going for movies and doing stuff together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now now... I wouldn't give a double hoot back then if you told me he would be my bf someday. I would even probably laugh at your face and say NEVER WILL I LOVE HIM MORE THAN A BROTHER!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Or so I thought....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Weeks and months passed by, we did a lot of activity together and something prompted my godparents to question our relationship status. They are always asking whether we are together...etc. My whole family knows him and his whole family knows me and bother our families know each other. That is how far back we go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;All the while, I said NO, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;NOOOO&lt;/span&gt; and NO! I told them he is gay, he is my brother, he is my best friend. Well, truthfully speaking, he isn't gay. He is as straight as a rod can be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I never explore on the idea he could be someone-more-than-best-friend. But with constant questioning from family and my girl best friend, even I was doubtful where me and him stand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So, I did what I thought was the right thing to do. By then, I've already developed feelings for him. I asked him 'The Question.' But not in a direct way or *clear* way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was on a Sunday night, we were out and I think it was Mother's Day. We went for late supper at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;KFC&lt;/span&gt; and I dunno what I ate cos I was sick and was puking on the way home. In my pocket, I wanted to give him the letter I wrote. (I'm that old fashioned, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But I chicken out the last minute. So typical of me. I was feeling sick and my heart was pounding like crazy.In the end, I can't even looked into his eyes and tell him. After my shower, I was feeling better and I received a text from him, stating his concern about me (because I was puking -_-) and I replied with the bold statement of "CAN I ASK YOU SOMETHING AND PLEASE BE BRUTALLY HONEST". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Again, my heart was pounding like crazy, my mind is thinking a million things at the same thing, my hands were shaking, I can't think straight not act straight. I was literally going crazy. I took almost half an hour to calm myself and send him the question. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Obviously it was already past midnight he could be asleep or pretended not to have seen or heard my message because I CAN'T SLEEP the whole night and the first thing I do was message him again in the morning. How sad am I? Obviously &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;kena&lt;/span&gt; rejected &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; and never talk about this again. We didn't even acknowledged this happened so whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Again with the broken heart, I did a stupid thing. I thought our friendship was over! but I received a message from him asking me can I do him a favor and I was so happy I got this because I really treasure our friendship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What was the real content of the message I sent to him? This is probably the only other time I'm speaking out of this. I feel like a loser, after all who doesn't after a rejection? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I asked him whether he is willing to take a step forward to be more than a friend or does he choose to stay as my best friend? Obviously he choose the latter and a spiral of craziness happened afterwards.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After the rejection, I went to this primary school gathering and I met with some of my classmates. We kinda stayed connected with the gathering hype in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; and hold and behold, the next thing I did was agreeing to be some one's girlfriend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Was there sincere mutual feelings? I like to think so on my part because I didn't want to get into a relationship based on partially getting revenge and to forget about #him. But things wasn't going well. I kept comparing #him and the unfortunate to be my so called bf.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;During that month, #HE went to Korea for a couple of weeks and I thought lesser of him I guessed. I did have a bf and school and life as a couple. But obviously, deep down, I know I will never let him go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After #He got back from the trip, we hung out again and I remember it was the first time in weeks I meet up with him. He had his blue office shirt on and new funky specs. He was totally jet lagged, he went to work straight from the airport. So we hung out at this cafe I always frequent and I still remember the door slamming making him pissed off. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I told him my relationship was rolling downhill and we did bitch a lot like a couple of old ladies. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;. I guessed, #HE was the main reason I broke up with :*). I can't stand being placed in a position where I had to choose, and not getting what I wanted because I feel obstructed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So I did what I have been thinking for some time now. I broke up with :*) and hung back out with #HIM. Life was getting better after that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*My whole family felt violated that I was dating :*) and not being with #HIM. My family was clearly happier than anyone else when I broke it off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For his birthday, I wanted to do something special for him but! technically I am not NO#1 in his friendship list and NO#2, his friends planned an actual birthday for him. I'm not invited if you're wondering because we don't share mutual friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So, I was clearly very upset I didn't do something special for him. I was even planning on asking him for the second time. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haiyoh&lt;/span&gt;! And I did probably the most stupid thing. I blanked out in every virtual world. Not in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;FB&lt;/span&gt;, not in phone. My motto was I SHALL BE THE LAST TO WISH HIM on his birthday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;One would thought I was being lame but seriously, I was in agony! I wanted so much to call him, to message him, to tell him the truth. I kept my promise though. I waited until almost midnight to message him, and again! NO REPLY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I typed a very long and heartfelt message and I got 0 response. I was like &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;FML&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Fast forward few months later, I started my second posting as an intern. I was in a new environment, with new people and zero background history. So I started a little lie, and eventually it got into a web of lies. It was some what, a term called reinventing myself with ideas that isn't true. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, honestly speaking, I wasn't telling lies that are far fetched. I just kinda exaggerated of some truth. I was fearful my colleagues will one day find out the truth and think Amanda is being nasty. Till today, I'm still fearful because I have &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; access with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Being an intern was awesome. I loved working life because I felt like a grown up, having real responsibilities, friendship ties with older people, the taste of freedom. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Our friendship survived after almost a year of reconciliation. I threw a party, actually the main purpose is to invite #HIM, (I'm that lame) and we had great times. It sometimes makes me wonder whether it was worthwhile throwing away this special friendship just so I can satisfy my small girl's dream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;On NYE, it was probably the best awesome time of my living life. I regretted not taking the leap, the risk, the chance to proved to him that I can be better than just being friends. But I didn't, and the opportunity closes, disappeared into the night sky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wise people always say, "Opportunity doesn't knock twice. When it appears, take it."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, our friendship probably progressed after some natural &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;succumbtion&lt;/span&gt; to natural instincts. We are still best friends to today this post is dated. On my birthday, I mainly cried because I wanted him so much. I wished he knew the real reason but he only thinks my tears are because of something my family is going through right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;On my birthday, I cried in front of him. I expected a lot but got nothing in return. In fact, on 24&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; he got so drunk he blacked out and I was so upset that he is so carefree and having the time of his life and why would he want to be friends with me anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After all, I'm not special. Anyone can replace me. Even more brutally honest, I can disappear from this world and not be missed. I was so afraid of losing him. He is my hope to everything. He can make my wishes come true. Literally speaking!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lately, he goes drinking and clubbing with his colleagues most of the time. I stalked his &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;FB&lt;/span&gt; and saw upsetting pictures of his nights. I don't mind if he goes drinking with a bunch of dudes, but when females are included, obviously I felt extremely threaten.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Plus, the ladies was dressed up like ****** I don't even wanna say it here. I don't wanna self pity but seriously, I can't rock any outfit. I don't even looked like a freaking 21! My boobs are a disappointment to me minus the part where I'm stick-skinny. I have to wear my glasses because I'm bat shit blind without them and I'm physically afraid of contact lens. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So, why should he still wanna hang out with me? I'm a loser compared to his awesome friends. I can't go drinking, I can't go clubbing, I've a curfew. I'm survived on my weekly allowance, which doesn't really give me the luxury to go do awesome high end stuff. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So, again, why would he even want to associate himself to me? I'm afraid that one day, reality actually takes place and the above question is no longer, just a question. What would I do if I lose him? I would be miserable, upset, thoughts of dying might entered my mind. But I think dying is a bit extreme and I think it is an act of attention seeking. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You know, till this very minute, I loved him with all my heart. I can dropped everything else just so to be with him. I dreamt of my future with him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My *girl best friend always advice me to be not so stupid and be blinded by love. She said I'm sacrificing a lot for him and he isn't worthwhile. If he is a true man, he would have get it on with me or say something to stop leading me into a fantasy I'm &lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;indulging. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;stubborn&lt;/span&gt;, I'm naive. I can't stop loving him because it feels like I can't see other guys except him. It's like fishing for a guy is no longer a habit. My heart is set on. The sword has been set into the stone. I can't imagine anyone else but him to be my true love, my first love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I can only wish time and love will heal this half broken heart of mine. Which is worst, &lt;strong&gt;loving someone you know will never love you back&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;or&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;not able to love again&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;P:S :: If :*) is reading this, don't be offended by this. I guessed you were &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;expecting&lt;/span&gt; this all along.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;P:S:S :: I know this is a long post but it is what it is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;P:S:S:S :: This is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;possibly&lt;/span&gt; my last entry for this blog. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;With sincere love to my best friend, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;we leave it to fate. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;AMANDA LIEW&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To have hope is to have a little faith.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6098349180784688038-3374195516517651262?l=amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/3374195516517651262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2012/03/one-that-got-away-by-amanda-liew.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/3374195516517651262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/3374195516517651262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2012/03/one-that-got-away-by-amanda-liew.html' title='The one that got away by Amanda Liew'/><author><name>Sun Moon Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07541132271210560885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098349180784688038.post-1144862895835832429</id><published>2012-02-28T20:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-28T20:30:35.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'>21st Birthday cont..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z4D4hscQ0kA/T0zG-NoblSI/AAAAAAAABfU/kW-NdZwdWjQ/s1600/21st.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 237px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5714160799339746594" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z4D4hscQ0kA/T0zG-NoblSI/AAAAAAAABfU/kW-NdZwdWjQ/s400/21st.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z0YTtPFQTPI/T0zG9xE60LI/AAAAAAAABfM/69izmyHeSyQ/s1600/3%2Bbffs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5714160791674605746" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z0YTtPFQTPI/T0zG9xE60LI/AAAAAAAABfM/69izmyHeSyQ/s400/3%2Bbffs.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ones that made it happened&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A bunch of us college mates gather at this Korean restaurant at Desa Perdana to celebrate my none other, birthday! PS managed to book a room so we were so gleeful to be crazy without people staring. Only bad thing was we really need to amp up how to attract attention of the waiters because basically we were hiding inside the room. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Meanwhile...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;During the actual birthday, I celebrate with my family. Dinner, cake, home-made muffins (from me!!!) and floating tanglung. The usual boring routine. Except, I got awesome pressies! Mostly heirloom and cash. Meh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My birthday is kinda boring. TA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZUx-ndlSRRU/T0zG9sSwafI/AAAAAAAABe0/XR-NQqG_y1k/s1600/21st%2Bcake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5714160790390467058" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZUx-ndlSRRU/T0zG9sSwafI/AAAAAAAABe0/XR-NQqG_y1k/s400/21st%2Bcake.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6098349180784688038-1144862895835832429?l=amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/1144862895835832429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2012/02/21st-birthday-cont.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/1144862895835832429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/1144862895835832429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2012/02/21st-birthday-cont.html' title='21st Birthday cont..'/><author><name>Sun Moon Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07541132271210560885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z4D4hscQ0kA/T0zG-NoblSI/AAAAAAAABfU/kW-NdZwdWjQ/s72-c/21st.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098349180784688038.post-6824266561875621292</id><published>2012-02-27T09:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-27T10:08:34.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'>21st birthday</title><content type='html'>I recently celebrate the big Two One in the weekend. I guessed I had too much expectation thats why when everything failed to go according to plan, I felt like beingna loser on my big day. The misery dragged on for the whole weekend but I'm determine to turn things around starting today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being 21 is not much different from being any other age. I surely did not grow wings, hit a jackpot or I went clubbing. I'm the same old me, only aged by problems. I felt like I aged another 20 years or so after hearing some issues we're currently facing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I know I shouldn't be such a drama queen. I realised it when you said it to me. Sure, it hurt like fuck but it was true anyways. It was a wake up call. I love you. You are my everything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So excited to finally read my horoscope in CLEO mag March issue. My love match was definitely my one and truly love of my life! And apparently I'm impossible because I get emtional when I feel unappreciated. Happy Birthday Pieces!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is empty without you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6098349180784688038-6824266561875621292?l=amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/6824266561875621292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2012/02/21st-birthday.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/6824266561875621292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/6824266561875621292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2012/02/21st-birthday.html' title='21st birthday'/><author><name>Sun Moon Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07541132271210560885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098349180784688038.post-6022904579460745758</id><published>2012-02-23T03:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-23T04:00:45.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Boy</title><content type='html'>Do you know how sad a life can be for a love struck girl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving someone when you know there won't be hope. Loving that particular person till death. Watching him fall for anothergirl and settled down. Loving someone that is the pillar of your happiness but not getting the same considerationback. Being so close yet divided by a million miles. Loving so much till I'm obsessed with him. Falling so hard but not getting anything. Loving so much till my heart can't even hold it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missing you like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanting you is an obsession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing you is the pillar of my happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think of you all the time, in everything I do, in every fantasy I dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It shreads me apart you can't spend my special day with me. All I want is you. Not my family(I love them but compared to you, they don't stand a chance). Not my other besties. Not my babies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you. I need you. I will fade without you. You are my everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6098349180784688038-6022904579460745758?l=amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/6022904579460745758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2012/02/hey-boy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/6022904579460745758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/6022904579460745758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2012/02/hey-boy.html' title='Hey Boy'/><author><name>Sun Moon Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07541132271210560885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098349180784688038.post-3914616728035531996</id><published>2012-02-17T23:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-18T00:24:17.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot pink</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bNgd8AOyNkU/Tz5yRSCF-0I/AAAAAAAABeY/7QI5na50njM/s1600/double.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5710127018776329026" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bNgd8AOyNkU/Tz5yRSCF-0I/AAAAAAAABeY/7QI5na50njM/s400/double.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;fresh out of shower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;OKay I know it was weird to pose with a 'mushroom' but I really wanna show off how cute my tissue holder looks like. And maybe I wanna look all-pink today. Everything I'm wearing is in the pink or red color primer. Coincidence? Maybe... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I must confess, I adore PINK! Even my little snowflake jacket is Pink. I try to make everything at home, specifically in my room PINK because apparently to others, I don't give an impression of the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;girly&lt;/span&gt; type. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hmph&lt;/span&gt;. So I can only secretly pleasure myself while I'm in my room. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Over indulged in PINK is so good! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Since I'm just babbling about nonsense, might as well add in today I pierced my Snowflake &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; left horn. Some might go &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt; am I talking about. Let me introduce to you, my Snowflake, my lovely white S2 I bought a couple months ago. She has been wearing this &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; common pink horn monster rubber casing that TOTALLY matches white and the light of my phone setting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today I was cleaning my table and I found a little gold droplet charm that used to hang in my belt. So since I had nothing better to do and it'll totally look so cute with my phone, I pierced the rubber with my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sista&lt;/span&gt; geometrical pointy pointy tool and used tweezers to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;maneuver&lt;/span&gt; the iron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay I get that it is boring. Well at least I got a lot of compliments about it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Moving on to lesser boring, here is an updated picture of my baby boy, who got adopted many months back. Look at him. Chubby and so cute. Doesn't looked like he changed much. Maybe it has to do with the breed. Only a slightly longer muzzle hair but all in alll, so Adorable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gQaKt-iEfU0/Tz5yRXBVpVI/AAAAAAAABeM/ktR3EHle8rI/s1600/Rusty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5710127020115338578" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gQaKt-iEfU0/Tz5yRXBVpVI/AAAAAAAABeM/ktR3EHle8rI/s400/Rusty.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LINK : If curious wanna see his puppy face &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2011/08/past-week.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2011/08/past-week.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly, a funky picture of me holding a orange lantern from IKEA. I assembled it all by myself *pat on the head. Very hard one okay, you must own a briliant artistic mind like me; to understand the concept of the lantern. Or maybe I'm exxagerating. My family made me feel like I'm the most briliant assembler ever so of cos I'm a little out of my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wAFygct2KZ0/Tz5yipd0zbI/AAAAAAAABek/cTSeKanos68/s1600/ball.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5710127317124435378" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wAFygct2KZ0/Tz5yipd0zbI/AAAAAAAABek/cTSeKanos68/s400/ball.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Did you know how boring it is to be a UCSI-an sometimes. Drove all the way to schooly to attend ECA300 briefing for like 15 min on a no school day &lt;em&gt;and have to spent RM2 on parking, petrol cost and the milk drink I bought cos I was way to thirsty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6098349180784688038-3914616728035531996?l=amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/3914616728035531996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2012/02/hot-pink.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/3914616728035531996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/3914616728035531996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2012/02/hot-pink.html' title='Hot pink'/><author><name>Sun Moon Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07541132271210560885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bNgd8AOyNkU/Tz5yRSCF-0I/AAAAAAAABeY/7QI5na50njM/s72-c/double.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098349180784688038.post-4577533810715767995</id><published>2012-02-12T22:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-14T23:22:13.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hair cut</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2T8H4RDRznY/Tzp79bsV9oI/AAAAAAAABeA/aefVssq8qJQ/s1600/labelbox_20120209162621.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 329px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709011772981507714" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2T8H4RDRznY/Tzp79bsV9oI/AAAAAAAABeA/aefVssq8qJQ/s400/labelbox_20120209162621.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; *not much difference, but certainly it feels lighter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I recently got my hair cut, which I had to do because "Words are Poison". My parents kept remarking my hair is so messy, so long, so frizzy. In the end, I too felt it was messy, long and frizzy. Although I love the long part, my hair was really thick and messy. Felt more like a wig and so, I finally got the courage to cut it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last known whole head hair cut was in 2010 so I guessed my hair was untrimmed for more than a year plus. Went to saloon with my bestie JY and she and me got our hair cut by male hairstylist who unbeknown to them, JY is furious cause she really hates her current hairstyle. I, on the other hand, am loving it. Love love how it is still long yet it is layered and frames my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*My hair used to be a one-length cut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On plus points, my hair which is naturally curly is showing the curls more obvious than before. I get comments like did I perm my hair.. etc. NATURAL BEAUTY IS THE BEST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to have my hair straighten when I was in high school. Pretty much everyone did that, cause we are stupid bitches who don't realise natural hair potential. Hair gets under torture chamber every year and my hair wasn't even black because it was so bleach and toxicated that it some what turn brownish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to get into trouble because teachers and perfects don't believe me when I told them it was my natural hair color and yet they still insist that I dyed it. My dad had to write a letter to the school to declare my innocence. LOL. Memories, aren't they amusing sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, back to my current, beautiful natural hair (kinda not so AL natural tho cause I also dye it every few months or so -_- ) nobody notices my new haircut. Booooooo.. Most comment I received was, it is still the same length.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG, they don't understand what is called trimming is it? I don't need another 2009 fiesco to prove my point. It hurts me nobody NOTICES MY HAIR!!! &lt;strong&gt;I can spot a haircut within the first 5 min I see someone&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;I have the eyes of an hawk. Or a stylist; so to speak. Teehee&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6098349180784688038-4577533810715767995?l=amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/4577533810715767995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2012/02/hair-cut.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/4577533810715767995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/4577533810715767995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2012/02/hair-cut.html' title='Hair cut'/><author><name>Sun Moon Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07541132271210560885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2T8H4RDRznY/Tzp79bsV9oI/AAAAAAAABeA/aefVssq8qJQ/s72-c/labelbox_20120209162621.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098349180784688038.post-5115406882018601199</id><published>2012-02-07T19:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T20:05:22.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chap Goh Mei - 15th and last day of Chinese New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LU_PF0qaI3M/TzEOonESXbI/AAAAAAAABdw/hsqbiNAe4xA/s1600/c2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706358293699648946" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LU_PF0qaI3M/TzEOonESXbI/AAAAAAAABdw/hsqbiNAe4xA/s400/c2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2mUPLmiU_m0/TzEOoeu7mlI/AAAAAAAABdo/r_9y-Rnq6lY/s1600/c3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706358291462593106" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2mUPLmiU_m0/TzEOoeu7mlI/AAAAAAAABdo/r_9y-Rnq6lY/s400/c3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Look at how stupid they looked with plastic bags over their heads because they're afraid of a little drizzle. Pfffff...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The last day of CNY also known as Chap Goh Mei, Chinese Valentine, the day where all holiday mood is declared over after 15 days of merry making and celebration. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So how did you celebrate the last day? Did you follow the custom of mandarin oranges being thrown into the lake? Because for the first time in my 21 years of living, I celebrated Chap Goh Mei. I honestly do not know the existence of this particular event until like recently where I read in the papers the customs of Chinese Valentine. How sad am I?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So, since it was yesterday, the memory is as fresh as an oven baked cookie. I was so excited about throwing mandarin oranges that I did not see how stupid it looks. Apparently you have to write your name and phone number on the orange and throw it into the water and guys will scoop it up and whoever happens to scoop it up will end up being your life partner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So, in the end, I did not do that because 'seriously'... I don't think it's a safe way to meet new people. And I don't need to throw An Orange since my heart has already been locked up, key thrown away type of forever love. Teehee. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But I still went to Chap Goh Mei event in Taman Jaya Lake. And behold! I've fulfilled one of my life long dream of lighting and setting a floating lantern into the sky. Hopefully it carried my wishes to the heaven.. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;BTW, when I was about to finally able to light up my lantern, it begun to rain. LOL! I was so nervous it won't be successful because it was drizzling and I was like NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO I MUST LIGHT UP AND SEE IT FLOAT or I won't leave. It was lighted up beautifully, flew up to the sky with extreme speed and did not got tangled with the trees and cables or whatsoever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I must say, I'm SO HAPPY. Even till now, the day was magical because I get to spent it with my loves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And looked how cute I'm below! 14th day of CNY at Pavilion. A lot of those customary chinese drum dancing going around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ovAsWFrl5GE/TzEOoC6aRJI/AAAAAAAABdc/iJYHD69TtGc/s1600/bears.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706358283994547346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ovAsWFrl5GE/TzEOoC6aRJI/AAAAAAAABdc/iJYHD69TtGc/s400/bears.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P:S:: Gleaneagles Hospital where my aunt Grace worked as an admin, hired the traditional lion dance for almost RM5,000. OMG!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6098349180784688038-5115406882018601199?l=amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/5115406882018601199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2012/02/chap-goh-mei-15th-and-last-day-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/5115406882018601199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/5115406882018601199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2012/02/chap-goh-mei-15th-and-last-day-of.html' title='Chap Goh Mei - 15th and last day of Chinese New Year'/><author><name>Sun Moon Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07541132271210560885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LU_PF0qaI3M/TzEOonESXbI/AAAAAAAABdw/hsqbiNAe4xA/s72-c/c2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098349180784688038.post-3227672347479024646</id><published>2012-02-03T20:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T21:14:26.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RM200 book voucher</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9ET028EP5OI/TyvZcxcUHyI/AAAAAAAABdQ/sACZV6U0hOI/s1600/voucher.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704892441326526242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9ET028EP5OI/TyvZcxcUHyI/AAAAAAAABdQ/sACZV6U0hOI/s400/voucher.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ta-dah!! May I present to you my goodies that I *robbed* from Popular Bookstore. Why did I use such an illegal word to describe my purchases is beyond any common logical thinking but I guessed this is the best I can describe my loot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The above only cost RM156.45 and I kinda never bought so many things at one go before and so unlikely I will ever again. In case you are wondering, I still have the last piece of RM50 voucher; waiting to be exchanged ASAP. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now now, did you think I spent all on myself? NEVER!! Eventhough I really would love to. I bought the Jazz cd for my mum; RM50 gone like that, some mandarin novels for my dad (which OMG I had to ask 3 different people to translate for me on the spot, but all smiles cause the guy was kinda cute!!! Tho he reacts differently on what he thought of me... haiyoh) and PMR revision books for my sister. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And the rest some stationaries, a Mouse and finally a bottle for me. I've been using those office-like-water-bottle and I looked so serious when I bring it to school. Hence I bought a cute red lady bug which is unlike the usual *Amanda, who critizes people for using stuff that are way over rated by their age. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Let me tell you a story about my previous deceased dino bottle. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;On one fine day, I brought my bottle along to bff's car and forgotten to take it home afterwards. Unfortunately the bottle got lost in between (and God knows where it is now) and bff denied that it was his fault thus I start my new sem without a good bottle. So whose fault is it? He said his mum could have thrown it away thus the mysterious dissappearance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I still blame him though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Back to the main topic, I love my RM200 voucher!!! I bought random stuff at 0 cost. Thank you Goverment, but then the cash is originally from the tax payers which in the end, we have to applaude ourselves? Huh? :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6098349180784688038-3227672347479024646?l=amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/3227672347479024646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2012/02/rm200-book-voucher.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/3227672347479024646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/3227672347479024646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2012/02/rm200-book-voucher.html' title='RM200 book voucher'/><author><name>Sun Moon Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07541132271210560885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9ET028EP5OI/TyvZcxcUHyI/AAAAAAAABdQ/sACZV6U0hOI/s72-c/voucher.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098349180784688038.post-1786934313812314583</id><published>2012-02-02T00:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T00:26:57.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beauty in the Eyes</title><content type='html'>Honestly speaking, this fine piece of poetry was not written by me. I copied it from idk where back in 2007. Probably from the newspaper since I don't own the internet back then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your beauty makes my heart skip a beat&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Every time our eyes meet&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your beauty is my delight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your beauty knows no height.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your beauty is in your eyes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Which sunk the deep blue skies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your beauty will never fade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cause you are the best thing God has made.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your beauty is like the sun shining in the day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When I look at you, I can't look away&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your beauty is in your smile&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It makes a second with you worth while.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your beauty is in your hair&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your beauty has none to compare&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your beauty is a sign&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Of how lucky I'm if you were mine.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck trying to speak this lovely words to your partner// or shall I say soon to be gf/bf during Valentines? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6098349180784688038-1786934313812314583?l=amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/1786934313812314583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2012/02/beauty-in-eyes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/1786934313812314583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/1786934313812314583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2012/02/beauty-in-eyes.html' title='Beauty in the Eyes'/><author><name>Sun Moon Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07541132271210560885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098349180784688038.post-3776728532608577810</id><published>2012-01-31T21:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T22:19:15.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sri Lanka</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yQBYHL9U7ac/TyfvrFFQjJI/AAAAAAAABdA/Hac3IfEmyp0/s1600/sri-lanka-political-map.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 330px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703790976465669266" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yQBYHL9U7ac/TyfvrFFQjJI/AAAAAAAABdA/Hac3IfEmyp0/s400/sri-lanka-political-map.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Was in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sri&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lanka&lt;/span&gt; on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cho&lt;/span&gt; man till &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cho&lt;/span&gt; 5. If I have to rate this vacation over 10, I'll give it a 7. Minus marks for the time used to travelled from one state to another on the bus, which sometimes takes up to 5 hours. Minus marks for the lack of fun places (places that are interesting- so far I only climbed the "Rock" below, beaches and visited some temples.)That probably summed up what I did there. I concluded that this trip did not make me a better historian, adventurer and no where near the experience of learning new stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7Ve60VHOwmc/TyfvrL8pn1I/AAAAAAAABc4/YG11W-MjNMA/s1600/sri%2Blanka%2B1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703790978308611922" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7Ve60VHOwmc/TyfvrL8pn1I/AAAAAAAABc4/YG11W-MjNMA/s400/sri%2Blanka%2B1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZM7hT4KyV_8/TyfvqmqBH7I/AAAAAAAABcs/SFHjiIdF8eE/s1600/sri%2Blanka%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703790968298348466" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZM7hT4KyV_8/TyfvqmqBH7I/AAAAAAAABcs/SFHjiIdF8eE/s400/sri%2Blanka%2B2.jpg" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here I'm at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Negombo&lt;/span&gt; beach&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I'm so lazy to go into details and somehow I know nobody gives a shit about this anyways. But just in case someone is genuinely interested in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sri&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lanka&lt;/span&gt;, I wanna be the helping hand *figuratively speaking*.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;This is what I observed, not something to offend anyone or to downgrade anyone. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;1. They still live in a third world century. Obviously it was because of the war (that just ended a few years back) but seriously, they are no where as brilliant as their cousins in India. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;2. They sometimes walk barefoot in the city!!!! gasps!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;3. Their roads or shall I say, trunk roads on most part of the country is as small as a one car fit. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;4. Cows and dogs are everywhere as long as your eyes are not closed. Everywhere you see, you can see dogs by the side of the roads, mostly sleeping. Skinny as hell what a pity sight. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;5. Their tallest building is 26 floors, which is their World Trade Centre. [in Colombo] &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;AHAHAHAAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;6. Their main religion is Buddhism. Then Christian... and a minority of Hindu. SHOCKING&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;7. Their public transports are buses (like our ancient pink Mini bus) and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tuk&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tuks&lt;/span&gt;. And in case you were born in a different country or era, pink mini buses are like our non air-conditioner school buses.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;8. OH! fun fact. Education is free to university level and government provides school uniforms, books ALL FOR FREE.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;9. They kinda live in individual single story houses with a huge yard and in MALAYSIA, this is considered as bungalows, a luxury. But for them, this is a norm thing. However I must stress that their housing development planning sucks cause houses are not located neatly, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;eg&lt;/span&gt; row by row...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;FACTS THAT ARE WORTH YOUR ATTENTION.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I once saw wild elephants grazing by the road side! Mother and cubs. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Buddhism originated from India. !!!! Buddha is actually a royal prince!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sri&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lanka&lt;/span&gt; hotels are not bad at all. At least they served good food and have &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;wi&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;fi&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sri&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lankan&lt;/span&gt; women wore &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Saree&lt;/span&gt; that exposed their midriff and you can see their muffin tops. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2 glass bottles of Coke is worth 100 rupees. Equivalent to our own RM2.70. CHEAP!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I guessed &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; all. If I'm more hardworking which I highly doubt so, I will post about my daily &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;itinerary the next time. BYE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SppCtXSZT0E/Tyfvqc1yIfI/AAAAAAAABcc/RqV8nq2tf3A/s1600/sri%2Blanka%2B3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pvNSPv00mzs/TyfvqR38RWI/AAAAAAAABcU/KO09DFggjjw/s1600/i%2Bcity.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6098349180784688038-3776728532608577810?l=amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/3776728532608577810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2012/01/sri-lanka.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/3776728532608577810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/3776728532608577810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2012/01/sri-lanka.html' title='Sri Lanka'/><author><name>Sun Moon Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07541132271210560885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yQBYHL9U7ac/TyfvrFFQjJI/AAAAAAAABdA/Hac3IfEmyp0/s72-c/sri-lanka-political-map.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098349180784688038.post-8918681884423027965</id><published>2012-01-25T17:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T17:11:06.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A quick word</title><content type='html'>Hey there. Happy Chinese New Year. I read in Fb a lot if people are going outstation during this festive season so I guessed this is cobsidered a norm thing and I'm not much missed, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is day 4 in Sri Lanka, currently staying in the highlands. Almost like our own Cameron highlands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also great is that I'm sharing a suite with the parents and sista and coolest thing ever here there is wifi access even in the room. Hotel named St.Andrew, used to be British colonial territory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda bored cos bestie is working, so not much whatsapping. oh how much I do miss him!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highlands is a small town so kinda holed up in the room enjoying the occasional cool breeze. Tata&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6098349180784688038-8918681884423027965?l=amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/8918681884423027965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2012/01/quick-word.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/8918681884423027965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/8918681884423027965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2012/01/quick-word.html' title='A quick word'/><author><name>Sun Moon Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07541132271210560885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098349180784688038.post-7292473021323870188</id><published>2012-01-21T10:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T10:22:32.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>Happy chinese new year everyone! I wanna wish everyone before flying to my annual family trip tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May God grant us prosperity, good health, good wealth and good relationships!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopes everyone gonna enjoy their cny and it will rank the best so far :) &lt;br /&gt;Love your family and friends, pets and everyone else. But before doing that, first love oneself before loving others!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OPEN YOUR HEART TO POSSIBILITIES. mwahss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Dragon year. Rwarrrr&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6098349180784688038-7292473021323870188?l=amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/7292473021323870188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2012/01/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/7292473021323870188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/7292473021323870188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2012/01/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>Sun Moon Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07541132271210560885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098349180784688038.post-3289898908956603629</id><published>2012-01-19T21:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T22:08:56.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the little things</title><content type='html'>The smallest insignificant things sometimes can made my day a whole lot better. Like what happened today at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of I need to state that parking in UCSI is way over-rated. 4 years ago the fee per entry was only rm2 and it changed the system last year, after CNY. WTFfff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it is rm2 for the first 3 hours and subsequent rm1 add on although the max fee only reaches rm4. I guessed our sch is considered charging "cheap" as I have heard more horrible tales from other schools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guessed at first most of us reluctantly wanna pay the rm4 fee cause we mostly spent like half a day in sch.I was no exception as I too rebelled against stupid UCSI and parked my goodness damn far away; in Giant Tmn Connought. Obviously my rebellion period only lastes like; 2weeks or so before I caved into the money stealing school parking lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the main story which was intended for me to gloat how I didn't missed the first 3 HOURS time frame, by mere seconds and luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I entered sch at 1.45 and exited exactly at 4.45. so i only paid rm2 gleefully.&lt;br /&gt;There was a queue at the paying machine and time was running out and I only had a minute and seconds left before 4.45 and if passed 4.45 and became 4.46 I will have to grudingly pay rm3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not fair at all right have to pay extra rm1 for passing that stupid 1 minute. Been there done that so nowadays I timed entering and exiting well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to just simply add on the guy in front of me in the queue was fumbling around and taking his own sweet time when I am practically hyperventilating behind him! Damn but had a good save in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wow. Such a long post that I typed using my phone. Main reason why I no longer blogged with my laptop is because ig has gone to computer heaven and my sista kinda hurries me when I am using hers. So thats that anyone wanna sponsor a new laptop for me? :)))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6098349180784688038-3289898908956603629?l=amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/3289898908956603629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2012/01/little-things.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/3289898908956603629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/3289898908956603629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2012/01/little-things.html' title='the little things'/><author><name>Sun Moon Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07541132271210560885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098349180784688038.post-1295019673648718113</id><published>2012-01-17T16:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T16:59:52.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one week before CNY</title><content type='html'>Recent updates that is so awesome for me, yet doesn't matter to anyone else. Because.I.M.THAT.LAME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. I finally dyed my roots. Yeay!!! The last time I dyed my hair was the middle of August!! Gasps?!?!?! That is like eternity for me. I.know.I.M.That.Shallow. Shut the hell up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly my bestie is going back China for the CNY hols tomorrow morning so I'm left to fend for myself for the rest of the week in college. What is shockingly laughable is that her whole family (mum, dad, sis and HER) are staying in a hotel because their apartment is rented out and apparently it is rude to bunk in with other relatives. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UCSI,&lt;br /&gt;Y U NO GIVE BOOK VOUCHER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like all other schools did. What are you waiting for?!!! I need to buy International Business text that costs mother of all pearls RM103!siao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very sleepy while typing. Might as well nap a bit before dinner. Zz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6098349180784688038-1295019673648718113?l=amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/1295019673648718113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2012/01/one-week-before-cny.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/1295019673648718113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/1295019673648718113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2012/01/one-week-before-cny.html' title='one week before CNY'/><author><name>Sun Moon Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07541132271210560885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098349180784688038.post-2448981321125303710</id><published>2012-01-14T01:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T01:19:20.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY Preparation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dear Dumb diary, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today I spent about 2 hours making a chinese tanglung (lantern) from the red packets (ang paos). Obviously I should start with beginner's level but because the lack of proper ang paos lengths, I decided to go for the ultimum difficulty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I made... a fish lantern. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;obviously not 'this' below (too pretty okay) but mine is similar except it is set in gold ang paos. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7KVYJKUtxXg/TxBlyxRMAjI/AAAAAAAABb8/weZxa3O2tKU/s1600/fish1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697165451516969522" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7KVYJKUtxXg/TxBlyxRMAjI/AAAAAAAABb8/weZxa3O2tKU/s400/fish1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;It's so complicated because I learnt from youtube and the person//maker fast forward the vid and I had to pause rewind pause rewind a zillion times. BUT IN THE END, perseverance, intelligence, techniques :) has got me a FISH LANTERN!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;because this one looks so crappy (unpolished beauty) I'm gonna use it for my own room decoration and thus, when I wake up tomorrow, I've finally found my purpose of the day. Making fish lanterns for everyone!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;*Yawn... kinda very sleepy. Have been cleaning the house and doing chores for half the day and with this -gone-crazy-2-hours-lantern, my back is aching. Some *friend* said for someone who sleeps 18 hours a day (what I did on Wednesday) I should be more proactive in thoughts and deeds. Really? What if I'm brain dead (literally speaking) and just too indecisive :( ??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6098349180784688038-2448981321125303710?l=amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/2448981321125303710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2012/01/cny-preparation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/2448981321125303710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/2448981321125303710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2012/01/cny-preparation.html' title='CNY Preparation'/><author><name>Sun Moon Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07541132271210560885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7KVYJKUtxXg/TxBlyxRMAjI/AAAAAAAABb8/weZxa3O2tKU/s72-c/fish1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098349180784688038.post-2513147665557396631</id><published>2012-01-09T22:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T23:20:09.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BANGS - like NOT-a-boss</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ikUpuoZte2Y/Twr-2WfTslI/AAAAAAAABbs/pMwTAZKZQgo/s1600/firnge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695644888466698834" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ikUpuoZte2Y/Twr-2WfTslI/AAAAAAAABbs/pMwTAZKZQgo/s400/firnge.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Check out my illusion good looking straight bangs, when in fact, it's hideous! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So I've been nagging myself to get a professional cut for my bangs, since I used to cut my bangs- by myself. Better to be safer than sorry right? Bullshit. I cut I slash I mow, also better than getting cut by that aunty. Of course to get the desirable cut, I constantly looked into the mirror, dunno snipping for the nth billionth time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I regretted cutting it. I'm so ashamed with my current China doll look which everyone assumed I'm trying to look cute when in fact! yes, I admit, I was aiming for something somewhat that moderately look cute, but not to this extend! OMG, 9Gag face. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I miss my long long fringe. I so darn regret cutting it in &lt;strong&gt;NOVEMBER 2011&lt;/strong&gt;- by myself! Obviously people say I look good with bangs, covering my so called ''flowerhorn fish forehead''. Ffffffff you. I miss my hair, it was so....manageable...easy...long!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyways, wanna squeeze in a lil something something of my new resolution. I did mention in a previous post that I, AMANDA L###, will live life to the fullest, shall not have regrets or qualms of living in fear (acne, chipmunk voice.. fugly bangs?..) So guessed what, I MANAGE TO OVERCOME THIS OBSTACLE, well &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;partially&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; is truer, AND WENT FOR A JOB INTERVIEW for a part time, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;partially,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; in the weekend.&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In the end, I didn't really ''went for the interview''. I filled up the form, I met up with the interviewer, talk with the store, which happens to be non other than.... &lt;strong&gt;COTTON ON&lt;/strong&gt; in Pavilion. I know you won't understand by the &lt;em&gt;partially interview&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Technically, it was a long queue for the interview because it is a mass recruitment thingy and I got bored like 30 secs into waiting so I thought, well, since I'm here, idle, might as well walk into Forever21 (wow, I'm 21! and I wanna stay 21!) and I did some casual shopping. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When I return to the place of 'happenings', the interviwer is still going on with the same guy! *roll eyes*. So I walked to P&amp;amp;Co and did some 'casual shopping' again. And even some window shopping at other stores and when I returned to the 'happening place', the interviewer is still having a go. Gosh! I made up my mind to walk away for good because I can't wait all day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Obviously it is easier said than done as I was questioning myself "AMANDA, you said you wanna work and earn money. You said you will take more risk.." Obviously my mind and my body and my heart were having World War III. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Of course one of the reasons I didn't really go for it with enthusiasm is because I fear rejection and I'm lazy, and my mother opposes it strongly as well as almost everyone I know. I didn't know I was the "Incapable person who can't work''. REJECTION! and not even from the interviewer. Such loving relatives and friends I have. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, that sums up my 189343 episode of my life. Stay tune for more 2584569 episodes!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6098349180784688038-2513147665557396631?l=amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/2513147665557396631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2012/01/bangs-like-not-boss.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/2513147665557396631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/2513147665557396631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2012/01/bangs-like-not-boss.html' title='BANGS - like NOT-a-boss'/><author><name>Sun Moon Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07541132271210560885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ikUpuoZte2Y/Twr-2WfTslI/AAAAAAAABbs/pMwTAZKZQgo/s72-c/firnge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098349180784688038.post-8744151128871949646</id><published>2012-01-07T16:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T16:36:19.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'>weather so hot-like a boss!</title><content type='html'>Whats up with the new catch phrase "like a boss"? Oh well, just go with it so wouldn't feel left out. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back to the weather, are you feeling the searing heat on your exposed skin everytime you walk out? It feels like I'm getting bbq or slow roasting everytime I walk out. It's craziieee!! Although almost everyone knows that since it's nearing chinese new year, the weather is gonna be dry up... But I remembered last year was a raining season nearing cny. Why last year got exception?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I pity you all for sweating it out. Therefore I'm gonna give you this useful tips on how to stay cool during the hot season. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tip no.1&lt;br /&gt;***Drink milk. Seriously I dunno why it works but I'm actually drinking milk while typing this post on my phone, sitting on my bed without an aircond and I ain't sweating a bit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tip no.2&lt;br /&gt;***Drink 100plus. Isotonic drink is good for hyradrating even if you ran for marathon, drink this. It is much more effective than plain water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tip no.3&lt;br /&gt;***Don't move at all. Surely this will prevent sweating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tip no.4&lt;br /&gt;***Sleep in a loose tee and panty only. Very effective!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... I guessed this is pretty much it. All of above is my own practice, so if it doesn't work, don't say I didn't warn you. Teehee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6098349180784688038-8744151128871949646?l=amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/8744151128871949646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2012/01/weather-so-hot-like-boss.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/8744151128871949646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/8744151128871949646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2012/01/weather-so-hot-like-boss.html' title='weather so hot-like a boss!'/><author><name>Sun Moon Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07541132271210560885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098349180784688038.post-7120838355246715719</id><published>2012-01-05T20:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T20:42:02.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyone lives are going off; like fireworks.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I never really knew how to write an opening for the post. Do you use the standard "Hello"... "Hey" or "Good day everyone." Wise man said the beginning should be interesting enough to attract enough &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;curiosity&lt;/span&gt; for further reading. So how should I begin my post? Hmmm... Since everyone is subjected to curiosity, let me dwell in the world of &lt;strong&gt;friendship and love&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There is this guy which I'm quite fond of, probably fancy is a good term, that I will do anything, ANYTHING under the sun for Him. Now, this is a common trait for anyone who is blinded by love but I think I've cross the line of being too good to him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;First of, I'm not even sure he fancies me back, apparently I'm considered his best friend but c'mon, you're a guy,I'm a girl, isn't there any sparks at all? Can even different gender bffs stay BFF forever? Give me an example!!! I've never seen a living evidence before. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This morning I woke up and start chatting with my other BFF, a girl that is, about how I hate hate hate him and how stupid could he be... stuff like that and I told her I'm determined to get over him and find a China bf. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yes, you got me right. I was actually very interested in catching a China bf in 2010. Too determined indeed but resulted in a failed lousy rejection because HE HAS A GF and the worst part is I KNEW HIS GF. C'mon. How the hell I know my friend is his gf, and I considered the girl a good friend of mine too because we shared similar taste in lifestyle. I wondered till this day whether he ever told her about my lousy confession. I still don't think so as the girl and me still keep in contact in FB. Wahahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;One of my new year resolution is to get a goood bf, a must must must. No more jerks, ham sap guai, morons or whatsoever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;One of the reasons I wrote the title above is not because of my failing miserable love life that is not shaping at all, but because 2012 has changed almost everyone I know. My friends are all moving forward in life, while I'm stagnant at this point of life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I will try my best to live more, no more using the lame excuse of being afraid of the future, I'm too young, acne or my chipmunk voice. Live my life, get what I want and woohoo, I'm 21!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6098349180784688038-7120838355246715719?l=amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/7120838355246715719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2012/01/everyone-lives-are-going-off-like.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/7120838355246715719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/7120838355246715719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2012/01/everyone-lives-are-going-off-like.html' title='Everyone lives are going off; like fireworks.'/><author><name>Sun Moon Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07541132271210560885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098349180784688038.post-2213111770244910460</id><published>2012-01-03T21:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T22:00:46.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NYE for 2012</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Nhw7ypDvknM/TwMF2KFsKYI/AAAAAAAABbg/0yF37rikGuY/s1600/nye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693400781905734018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Nhw7ypDvknM/TwMF2KFsKYI/AAAAAAAABbg/0yF37rikGuY/s400/nye.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;2011 ended with a BANG&lt;/span&gt;, and I ain't even exaggerating. This is my second time doing a countdown and believe me, it is such a rare &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;opportunity and although I do not want to admit it, (but) now that is it kinda irrelevant already is that 'I used to have a curfew'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;So what I'm a lame ass. My parents are super protective *snorts, coughing.. ahahaha. That was probably a lame excuse to cover up my lameness but obviously 2012 means new boundaries!!! *hopefully. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I'm just gonna flaunt a tiny bit about my NYE. Well, actually I should go way back to my internship days. Not many people knew this, obviously because I lack in friends and a social life but during my last week of internship with DHL, I was given a.... *wait for it.... whole week off. Technically I went to work every morning but I left like about 10am or 11am something. It was probably just almost 1 or 2 hours into work; which I also DIDN'T Do ANYTHING :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;So I spent my better half days going out, enjoying life as a sweet 20 year old something girl. AHAHAHA. yes, I'm sweet and I'm 20. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Beat that, face palm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;So thats that and I went to work on Tues and Wed morning but stayed the whole day on Thursday cause it was my last day as an intern!! I received a cert of recognition, a doll, a book... farewell cards. &lt;em&gt;Awwwww.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;AWWWWWWWWWWWWWW&lt;/strong&gt;. And I took leave on Friday so I enjoyed my life to the max. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;BEST&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;INTERNSHIP&lt;/span&gt; EVER&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;On NYE itself, I managed to convinced both my parents to take a one day trip to Malacca so off we went, on an adventure to the Straits of Malacca. Truth to be told, it was so bloody hot and sunny so screw the adventure. So glad to be on our way home. Pssst, Malacca is like super boring. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And on NYE night itself&lt;/strong&gt;, the picture above says it all. :) Celebrated and ushered New Year at Bukit Bintang and it was one hell of an experince. Obviously because I never been to a countdown downtown in previous naive teenage years so maybe this year, 2012 countdown will be even better more awesome that 2011. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHEERS to the Future&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. xoxo!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6098349180784688038-2213111770244910460?l=amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/2213111770244910460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2012/01/nye-for-2012.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/2213111770244910460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/2213111770244910460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2012/01/nye-for-2012.html' title='NYE for 2012'/><author><name>Sun Moon Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07541132271210560885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Nhw7ypDvknM/TwMF2KFsKYI/AAAAAAAABbg/0yF37rikGuY/s72-c/nye.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098349180784688038.post-8401425642995082577</id><published>2012-01-03T14:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T14:29:27.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2012 first post!!</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone. It is 3rd January already. Isn't it amazing that another year has passed and we don't feel like we have grown older?? Or maybe I'm just implying I've baby face. (-.-) Me and my friends was discussing that I may not be 21 years old for this new year cause who in the world still have acne and voice of a chipmunk at this age?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it. Oh well... What hasn't sunk in is that omigawd I'm 21 already!!! Final year student, an adult.. Finally am of LEGAL AGE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno what to write anymore. I'm actually in class burning time by blogging using phone. And kinda difficult too &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s:: Jiayi is playing her iPhone4s next to me. Oh...now she took out her iPad. Great... I'm left alone without a talking partner. Byesss!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6098349180784688038-8401425642995082577?l=amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/8401425642995082577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2012/01/2012-first-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/8401425642995082577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/8401425642995082577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2012/01/2012-first-post.html' title='2012 first post!!'/><author><name>Sun Moon Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07541132271210560885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098349180784688038.post-4287959859409109288</id><published>2011-12-31T18:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T18:41:42.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last post for 2011</title><content type='html'>Hey Peeps. How are you celebrating NYE? Has this year been good to you? Did you have any regrets? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, for me this is another one of the greatest year I have lived. Frankly speaking, my life got better after I'm enrolled in college. I get to live my life as an adult, being able to be viewed as a person who is capable of doing something in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2012 will be my last year attending grad school. AFTER THAT, reality is gonna happen, work, marriage perhaps, commitment, responsibilities.. Only a year left before I plough through the obstacles of life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But till then, I'm gonna live my life to the fullest and have an awesome 2012!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off 2011, with lotsa xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Amanda Liew.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6098349180784688038-4287959859409109288?l=amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/4287959859409109288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2011/12/last-post-for-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/4287959859409109288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/4287959859409109288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2011/12/last-post-for-2011.html' title='Last post for 2011'/><author><name>Sun Moon Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07541132271210560885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098349180784688038.post-4723649038011389033</id><published>2011-12-27T23:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T00:17:24.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas' Eve week.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hy_O774FJIs/TvnvUaSsOlI/AAAAAAAABbU/vHxe-AiBVjA/s1600/bbq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690842738093472338" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hy_O774FJIs/TvnvUaSsOlI/AAAAAAAABbU/vHxe-AiBVjA/s400/bbq.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hello my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;loveliest people. How was your Christmas? Was it so good it left a permanent dent in your life? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Well, mine sure did! I'm sorry I have to flaunt it into ya'all faces but seriously, &lt;strong&gt;best.christmas.ever.&lt;/strong&gt; What make it so great is of course the festive season, and who can forget it is to celebrate Jesus's birth and also who can blame me if I.... got a new phone and throw a party at the same time?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;YEAY Amanda!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I got *me self* a Samsung SII so now I ain't so outdated anymore. (There was once a girl who envy people with touch screen phones//tablets//iPads). Okay, enough about my phone cause, if you wanna know more, just go to &lt;a href="http://www.samsung.com.my/"&gt;www.samsung.com.my/&lt;/a&gt; or just buy the phone now!!!! I had to wait 3 days for the colour white ( I think I'm inlove with tech ). Enough said. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;That happy note aside, I celebrated Christmas with my closest family and friends at my place. :) I love Christmas, happiest day in the year. Maybe the real reason everyone are so joyful is because Jesus's bringing has save human's salvation like 1000 years ago?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;So sorry, I'm very bad with history and dates. *This is the season to be jolly, fa la la la..la la la la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Did the usual usual stuff for Christmas. Bought pressies for my babies (dogs), made cards for family and bffs. Clean house, attend christmas gatherings and church service. &lt;strong&gt;EAT EAT EAT&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Open presents!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Another 363 days more to Christmas. &lt;strong&gt;Ho ho ho. Merry Christmas and God bless everyone everything and the entire universe!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6098349180784688038-4723649038011389033?l=amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/4723649038011389033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-eve-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/4723649038011389033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/4723649038011389033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-eve-week.html' title='Christmas&apos; Eve week.'/><author><name>Sun Moon Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07541132271210560885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hy_O774FJIs/TvnvUaSsOlI/AAAAAAAABbU/vHxe-AiBVjA/s72-c/bbq.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098349180784688038.post-4316604293486519758</id><published>2011-12-19T21:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T21:59:56.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Car Troubles Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last week, was like the worst week for my car. Well, not gonna go into details but my car was in dire need for a TOW Truck. Sad. Very sad. Beyond sad is on the next day, it also *kinda* broken down; again! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What was crappy was I was on my way to work, I think the correct word to describe is *&lt;em&gt;rushing&lt;/em&gt;* to work. Anyway anyhow, don't feel like posting a lot cause I had a crappy day at work (cause I changed teams :[ ). I'm an incompetent loser compared to other interns. Thats how low I'm getting treated in a new place !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Plus, I'm sick. Having a blocked nose and sore throat but I think blocked nose is worst cause I can't bloody breathe in oxygen and I think my lungs are failing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6098349180784688038-4316604293486519758?l=amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/4316604293486519758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2011/12/car-troubles-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/4316604293486519758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/4316604293486519758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2011/12/car-troubles-week.html' title='Car Troubles Week'/><author><name>Sun Moon Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07541132271210560885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098349180784688038.post-1049687592335646217</id><published>2011-12-15T20:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T21:05:30.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Specs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_PFboAGvpy0/TuntTdLnSLI/AAAAAAAABa8/TlDj0mBkNCc/s1600/broken%2Bspecs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686336923038599346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_PFboAGvpy0/TuntTdLnSLI/AAAAAAAABa8/TlDj0mBkNCc/s400/broken%2Bspecs.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm finally gonna post a very dramatic ending for my specs. It has served me well, I guessed it crossed the 4 year stint. Nothing much ever happened to my second pair of eyes. Lets see... There was one time...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got hit in the face, frankly speaking, my specs got the hardest punch. Nonono. I wasn't in a bar fight, a punching fight..etc. I got hit by the stupid school elevator, right in the middle of my face. So, obviously my specs went askrew a bit but it manage to last another 5-6 months; perhaps. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last week Thursday. The funniest most impossible thing happened. I was wiping my specs with tissue (so gentle right, I wasn't wiping it vigorously in any way) and it fell apart! Right in the middle of the nose bridge. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No matter no matter if I wasn't..... rushing off for work! So I had to called in for emergency leave because I obviously can't see, not even mentioning &lt;em&gt;driving&lt;/em&gt;. No point going to work if I'm gonna be half blur and blind most of the time. Feels like a physically incapable person. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, on the bright side, new specs for me! Been wanting to ditch this current one for years but nobody wanna sponsor me so oh well, WEAR TILL TEAR.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moi new lovely awesome pair of specky costs me RM580. It is very expensiveeeee, for me. Dunno bout you, but for me, it is even more than my internship pay :( yes, it is 'that' sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Phewww. Seems like a very long post but thats all about my new specs. :) Check out my new specky look (^_^)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6098349180784688038-1049687592335646217?l=amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/1049687592335646217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2011/12/new-specs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/1049687592335646217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/1049687592335646217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2011/12/new-specs.html' title='New Specs'/><author><name>Sun Moon Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07541132271210560885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_PFboAGvpy0/TuntTdLnSLI/AAAAAAAABa8/TlDj0mBkNCc/s72-c/broken%2Bspecs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098349180784688038.post-2349913833037295185</id><published>2011-12-09T21:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T23:34:23.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DHL Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;UPDATED****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Just a lil recap on what happened last weekend. It was indeed a very joyous one because I was on holiday from Sat till Monday! That is beyond awesome! So here is my story. I can only remember the better half of the week, which so happens to be Friday onwards because who doesn't love TGIF right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Basically I didn't do anything the whole morning, I was playing games on the computer. . . skype. . . stoning. And then boom! 2pm!! Presentation time. I had to present my experience here at DHL into slides and present them to my collegues and my boss. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;All in all, I got Punk'd by my boss, got a handful of applause at the end and given some constructive and positive comments. :) I was (no kidding) sweating and fretting cause I was too bloody nervous okaaay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I left office about 4.30 with my collegues as we decided to head to Little India for a lil flea market shopping. And guess what, we took the train! Rapid KL //LRT. OMG. &lt;strong&gt;This.is.my.first.ride.for.this.year!&lt;/strong&gt; They *as in my foreign collegues knew how to take the train like as if they are the locals and I'm the tourist. WTF. Kinda lame I guess for being me. So here are some pictures since I don't have a storyboard or a being a good narrative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave//me//Fred (he went back to Ghana for the Xmas break)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nZx8mk7QvqM/TudR2L8URsI/AAAAAAAABaw/JqkiPPlUCBw/s1600/me%2Bwith%2Bthem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685603045939103426" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nZx8mk7QvqM/TudR2L8URsI/AAAAAAAABaw/JqkiPPlUCBw/s400/me%2Bwith%2Bthem.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Free F&amp;amp;N drink and balloon which I got in Asia Jaya. And the funny thing was, the promoter was my ex-schoolmate. Life is funny and the &lt;em&gt;world is small&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wqs6fF57CqU/TudR1lsHQtI/AAAAAAAABak/f4HrADQVV7o/s1600/me%2Bon%2Btrain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685603035670594258" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wqs6fF57CqU/TudR1lsHQtI/AAAAAAAABak/f4HrADQVV7o/s400/me%2Bon%2Btrain.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Check out my Harry Potter specs. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4OnpkU38O1s/TudR1aRcO8I/AAAAAAAABaY/_ZtZ0SqTgi8/s1600/me%2Bhp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685603032605932482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4OnpkU38O1s/TudR1aRcO8I/AAAAAAAABaY/_ZtZ0SqTgi8/s400/me%2Bhp.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Isn't Dave cute? Nerdy Cute or Not-so-cute?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PGZ-JlmyGQk/TudR05sEONI/AAAAAAAABaQ/YVR1-_LbFmQ/s1600/dave%2Bwith%2Bnerd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685603023859235026" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PGZ-JlmyGQk/TudR05sEONI/AAAAAAAABaQ/YVR1-_LbFmQ/s400/dave%2Bwith%2Bnerd.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ale &amp;amp; Dave!! Locals after staying in M'sia for like what, 1 month?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vtryAPI6FuM/TudR0v5bLlI/AAAAAAAABaA/KD1JHL-gFvs/s1600/them%2Bon%2Btrain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685603021230911058" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vtryAPI6FuM/TudR0v5bLlI/AAAAAAAABaA/KD1JHL-gFvs/s400/them%2Bon%2Btrain.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I kinda start like working here. I don't feel like saying Goodbye yet. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, I got a general idea for my next post. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Kinda post it here so that I'm reminded when I see this. Kinda like my own Post-It) (-_-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;New specs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Car&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Larry Rosen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6098349180784688038-2349913833037295185?l=amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/2349913833037295185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2011/12/dhl-family.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/2349913833037295185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/2349913833037295185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2011/12/dhl-family.html' title='DHL Family'/><author><name>Sun Moon Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07541132271210560885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nZx8mk7QvqM/TudR2L8URsI/AAAAAAAABaw/JqkiPPlUCBw/s72-c/me%2Bwith%2Bthem.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098349180784688038.post-1189359558725722600</id><published>2011-12-05T00:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T00:43:47.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures - Taken on each working day (starting with Wed)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;First Up! Wednesday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay, I must warn, my expressions are all similar as below. Mainly because I'm using my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lappie&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;webbie&lt;/span&gt; to snap, and secondly, I can't be posing//smilling like a fool because I'm seated right in front//beside of my bosses. (-_-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W4grP3R5DZU/Ttufksn8f5I/AAAAAAAABZ0/EeIAo8kzQao/s1600/Picture0760.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682310807660822418" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W4grP3R5DZU/Ttufksn8f5I/AAAAAAAABZ0/EeIAo8kzQao/s400/Picture0760.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is one with my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;collegue&lt;/span&gt; from Holland&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5uyAOzH3FGU/TtufkVYSuhI/AAAAAAAABZo/AVcuzAAUYcc/s1600/Picture0761.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682310801421154834" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5uyAOzH3FGU/TtufkVYSuhI/AAAAAAAABZo/AVcuzAAUYcc/s400/Picture0761.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, I looked like I'm OD with boredom. Which is kinda true since I'm taking pictures of myself. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hmmmm&lt;/span&gt;, upon further closer inspection with the picture, I conclude that my eyes are indeed not the same size.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XylkmmWmaNM/TtufjjwAXbI/AAAAAAAABZc/FcnV65286mo/s1600/Picture0763.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682310788098842034" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XylkmmWmaNM/TtufjjwAXbI/AAAAAAAABZc/FcnV65286mo/s400/Picture0763.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Okaaaaaay&lt;/span&gt;, last weekday for the week, yippee yippee &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;yeay&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;yeay&lt;/span&gt;. Bad hair day? Or just bad hair picture? My office is forever like &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;iceland&lt;/span&gt;, therefore I'm always wrap &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;snuggly&lt;/span&gt; with cardigans or &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;scarf&lt;/span&gt;. Or long sleeves. Seriously, people would not know I worked in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;DHL&lt;/span&gt;, instead they must be thinking I'm leaving to a winter country. 9Gag anyone? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yCgokVqbfWM/TtufjY1VvoI/AAAAAAAABZM/OBFKd-O_nEk/s1600/Picture0764.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682310785168424578" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yCgokVqbfWM/TtufjY1VvoI/AAAAAAAABZM/OBFKd-O_nEk/s400/Picture0764.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Last but not least, picture taken like what? 5 minutes ago? Look at the mess on my bed. Unfold laundry that I didn't bother for the whole week, and I literally slept on my clean clothes just now while napping. Who &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;caresssssssssssssssss&lt;/span&gt;. I don't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Don't bother with the face that looks like crapping, instead, focus on the beautiful butterflies on my wall. &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Lime Green&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Purple&lt;/span&gt;. I'm thinking of adding some more, in &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;bright pink&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;fuchsia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Depends on my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;enthusiasm&lt;/span&gt;. LOL.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tg8UW9NYQ0g/TtufjaZoncI/AAAAAAAABZE/JQBl5N9efRc/s1600/Picture0766.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682310785589091778" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tg8UW9NYQ0g/TtufjaZoncI/AAAAAAAABZE/JQBl5N9efRc/s400/Picture0766.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, nothing much. Another week of work ahead. oh brother (-_-) xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6098349180784688038-1189359558725722600?l=amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/1189359558725722600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2011/12/pictures-taken-on-each-working-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/1189359558725722600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/1189359558725722600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2011/12/pictures-taken-on-each-working-day.html' title='Pictures - Taken on each working day (starting with Wed)'/><author><name>Sun Moon Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07541132271210560885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W4grP3R5DZU/Ttufksn8f5I/AAAAAAAABZ0/EeIAo8kzQao/s72-c/Picture0760.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098349180784688038.post-7259071167175533080</id><published>2011-12-03T11:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T11:56:19.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaking dawn- Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z2W4et_eqHM/TtmbeVxwEVI/AAAAAAAABY4/4PBBEJ_55gA/s1600/breakign%2Bdawn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 297px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 170px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681743350448787794" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z2W4et_eqHM/TtmbeVxwEVI/AAAAAAAABY4/4PBBEJ_55gA/s400/breakign%2Bdawn.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; BORINGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay, I watched the movie because I read the book. Certainly not to see Edward or Jacob. The movie is so slow, like literally everyone is speaking in slow mo ala Vamp style.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I actually wanted to watch 50-50 @ Midv but was not able to because my ride came so late thus we made a detour to the nearest mall, hence back to my original choice of movie. What is meant to be will happen. Ahhahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Obviously it is pure torture for 'someone' because of 2 reasons. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Guys &lt;strong&gt;will never&lt;/strong&gt; appreciate twilight, forever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;They don't even bother to read the book.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Therefore, you can seriously actually hear snide comments coming from the guys who accompany the girls to watch this movie. I think Twilight cinema hall will never be silent. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But I gotta admit, the wedding reception is soooo beautiful! I wish my wedding to be like that too. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6098349180784688038-7259071167175533080?l=amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/7259071167175533080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2011/12/breaking-dawn-part-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/7259071167175533080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/7259071167175533080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2011/12/breaking-dawn-part-1.html' title='Breaking dawn- Part 1'/><author><name>Sun Moon Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07541132271210560885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z2W4et_eqHM/TtmbeVxwEVI/AAAAAAAABY4/4PBBEJ_55gA/s72-c/breakign%2Bdawn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098349180784688038.post-1409922954480939445</id><published>2011-11-29T21:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T21:58:04.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trim again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LdHjYMSkT8A/TtTj3I5H3KI/AAAAAAAABYs/yNc-8f_83F8/s1600/Picture0754.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680415566440422562" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LdHjYMSkT8A/TtTj3I5H3KI/AAAAAAAABYs/yNc-8f_83F8/s400/Picture0754.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Not a fan of the above picture because I know everyone will jump into conclusion that I'm trying to be cute. I'M NOT, I was pushing up my specs so my eyes will visible under the heavy bangs and +specs. I like this photo because, look at my pwetty long hair. :) It is as if I had the saloon blow dry it for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--hOuxW2XFRM/TtTj3HRt5CI/AAAAAAAABYc/jmyFyG6LXuA/s1600/Picture0755.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680415566006707234" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--hOuxW2XFRM/TtTj3HRt5CI/AAAAAAAABYc/jmyFyG6LXuA/s400/Picture0755.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I dunno how many times I actually trim my bangs. Maybe 10 times since I chopped off my long bangs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YDgqIKcYhK8/TtTj2iz2eBI/AAAAAAAABYU/oFfMR5CvUeU/s1600/Picture0756.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680415556217763858" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YDgqIKcYhK8/TtTj2iz2eBI/AAAAAAAABYU/oFfMR5CvUeU/s400/Picture0756.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a very round face. Sighhh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lastly, my feel-good-picture, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gJU4zgrbfeE/TtTj2opP9JI/AAAAAAAABYI/p7ww3qBgFgM/s1600/Picture0759.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680415557783909522" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gJU4zgrbfeE/TtTj2opP9JI/AAAAAAAABYI/p7ww3qBgFgM/s400/Picture0759.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Not really. Haha. I'm know I'm such a bore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6098349180784688038-1409922954480939445?l=amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/1409922954480939445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2011/11/trim-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/1409922954480939445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/1409922954480939445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2011/11/trim-again.html' title='Trim again'/><author><name>Sun Moon Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07541132271210560885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LdHjYMSkT8A/TtTj3I5H3KI/AAAAAAAABYs/yNc-8f_83F8/s72-c/Picture0754.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098349180784688038.post-5601897939360622912</id><published>2011-11-28T20:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T20:12:07.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loser, forever am one</title><content type='html'>Fucking hate my fringe. I won't even deny that fringe does not suit my round face. Regretting cutting, but it is already done. Have to suck it up and wait it out. Which is probably another year or so. Gawd, that sounds like an eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to have fringe throughout my whole teen years. Somehow it was suitable back then but certainly I looked like a kid with fringe. Thank Goodness I at least did notnot cut the doll like straight fringe, or I might just commit suicide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past week was just a dump. With my confidence shattered with my fugly fringe, someone kinda did not speak to me for the past week, work is not getting more interesting, acne taking a turn to worst, I JUST WANNA BE ADMITTED WITH DEPRESSION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can life suddenly be so dull?! Hoepfully next post will bring better news. Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6098349180784688038-5601897939360622912?l=amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/5601897939360622912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2011/11/loser-forever-am-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/5601897939360622912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/5601897939360622912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2011/11/loser-forever-am-one.html' title='Loser, forever am one'/><author><name>Sun Moon Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07541132271210560885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098349180784688038.post-1266100994749581556</id><published>2011-11-21T21:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T23:18:31.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fringe // Bangs ?</title><content type='html'>Previous previous post I mention about cutting my bangs that I have grown out for more than a year. So, look at the pictures very very closely and &lt;strong&gt;RATE THEM&lt;/strong&gt;. Tell me which you prefer, long or short. I'm gonna confess which I prefer in my next post. But before that, please tell me whats your opinion :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8EoCzBP6i0E/TspZeISfMZI/AAAAAAAABX8/5TCVBzhiW4s/s1600/Picture0735.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677448654409904530" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8EoCzBP6i0E/TspZeISfMZI/AAAAAAAABX8/5TCVBzhiW4s/s400/Picture0735.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gjGywGb1iz0/TspZdv4ux9I/AAAAAAAABXk/b7zlSEd_FEs/s1600/Picture0738.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677448647859423186" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gjGywGb1iz0/TspZdv4ux9I/AAAAAAAABXk/b7zlSEd_FEs/s400/Picture0738.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6098349180784688038-1266100994749581556?l=amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/1266100994749581556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2011/11/fringe-bangs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/1266100994749581556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/1266100994749581556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2011/11/fringe-bangs.html' title='Fringe // Bangs ?'/><author><name>Sun Moon Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07541132271210560885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8EoCzBP6i0E/TspZeISfMZI/AAAAAAAABX8/5TCVBzhiW4s/s72-c/Picture0735.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098349180784688038.post-1716836684467740300</id><published>2011-11-20T20:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T20:05:57.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hookah // Shisha</title><content type='html'>10 Facts about smoking shisha. Good to know, now I have reason to SAY NO to seshing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A false belief among users is that the smoke from hookah is less dangerous than that of cigarettes. This is wrong! However since people think this is true, it gives a false sense of security and reduces concerns about true health effects. Doctors at institutions including the Mayo Clinic have stated that “use of hookah is equally detrimental to a person’s health as smoking cigarettes,” and a study by the World Health Organization also confirmed these findings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Hookah use may lead to infertility. Yes, you read that correctly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;In a one-hour (1 hour) hookah session, users consume around 100 to 200 times the smoke and about 70 times the nicotine as they do in one cigarette.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;Water pipe smokers are seven times (7 times) more likely than non-smokers to show signs of gum disease and mouth cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. There are over 250 different kinds of Hookah flavors, and that number continues to rise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Each hookah session (commonly referred to as “a sesh”) consists of 50 to 200 inhalations that each range from 0.15 to 0.50 liters of smoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;strong&gt;Hookah users may become infected with herpes&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Chilling with friends and smoking hookah may seem fun and put you in the “cool group.” However, &lt;strong&gt;the reality is thirty (30) minutes of smoking hookah is the same as chain-smoking half a pack of cigarettes&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Hookah contains 69 different carcinogens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Hookah use may cause impotence. If you don’t know what this means, then here’s your definition: “Impotence is a common problem among men characterized by the consistent inability to sustain an erection sufficient for sexual intercourse or the inability to achieve ejaculation, or both.” – medicinenet&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6098349180784688038-1716836684467740300?l=amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/1716836684467740300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2011/11/hookah-shisha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/1716836684467740300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/1716836684467740300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2011/11/hookah-shisha.html' title='Hookah // Shisha'/><author><name>Sun Moon Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07541132271210560885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098349180784688038.post-396942430181704695</id><published>2011-11-17T20:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T22:19:17.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l5S5NK4sD-A/TsT9gQDyN9I/AAAAAAAABXU/46eaeF0Oek0/s1600/pole.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675940160902150098" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l5S5NK4sD-A/TsT9gQDyN9I/AAAAAAAABXU/46eaeF0Oek0/s400/pole.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; No idea what to post. Internet is snail slow nowadays but whos to complain quite thankful there is actually internet connection to use, unlike in the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, entering fourth week next Monday; time does really speed by that quick. Not much to blab about work. Maybe something to make you envy like....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My collegues are from "Ghana, UK, India, Costa Rica, Netherlands, Philipines, Hong Kong and Malaysia." Not even exaggerating, 100% true. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, funniest thing I can ever learnt from this internship. I was using my Costa Rican collegue's laptop to do some data entry. So happens her computer is also in Spanish. Although the keyboard letters (A,B,C) are exactly the same, it is not with the symbols, commands, numbers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I can conclude that I can now know how to use Spanish Computers. :) SO so random. Good night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;UPDATED&lt;/span&gt; *-*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, *deep breathe*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cut my bangs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost 25cm gone. OMGawd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cut by yours truly. Almost a year I had it cut. Oh well. Time to let go and embrace short bangs again :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6098349180784688038-396942430181704695?l=amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/396942430181704695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2011/11/no-idea-what-to-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/396942430181704695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/396942430181704695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2011/11/no-idea-what-to-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Sun Moon Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07541132271210560885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l5S5NK4sD-A/TsT9gQDyN9I/AAAAAAAABXU/46eaeF0Oek0/s72-c/pole.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098349180784688038.post-8056844485552829996</id><published>2011-11-12T11:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T12:08:22.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm heading into trouble</title><content type='html'>I mean, if you fall, you are surely gonna fall hard right. Read previous post and really understand the lyrics. I wish I was a boy, then I won't have anything to lose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to reality, work has been interesting through out the whole week. I mean, I was kinda known as *not wanting to brag, but seriously for real one* as a creative person at work. I DID SOMETHING VERY AWESOME for my department, but I had yet to upload the picture so I will reveal the grand expose of it Very very soon. Anyways, 2 weeks down the road and I'm still don't have anyone to eat lunch with. :( how very very lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traffic on Tuesday was a miracle! No jam all the way to PJ and back home after work. Everyone knows why isn't it. Haji on Monday and then school holidays. If everyone was as smooth as that day. Oh wow, there won't be any need to listen to traffic forecast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, had dinner at &lt;a href="http://eatdrinkkl.blogspot.com/2011/11/waterfall.html"&gt;Waterfall&lt;/a&gt; @ Bangsar Telawi 2. Drove around and around to locate this place, pretty interesting place, I thought the red indian was a real person. Food was nice. Don't like the fries, a bit plasticy taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday, been inticipating this day because..... PARENTS are COMING HOME from Macau. Yeay, I don't need to babysit my sister anymore. No, they are not gamblers they only went for a holiday. My mum was so obsessed with the Venetian Hotel the last time we were there (because it was seriously cool but also seriously boring at the same time because everywhere is casino and I wasn't allowed to play). My parents said the price of food is so freaking expensive. Like for a plate of wantan me, it costs about RM27++. Siaoooo. The standard of living there is really high weh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally on Friday, I did a very stupid thing. I left my driver side's window opened for about 1.5 inch in the morning after I park my car for work and I totally forgot about it and guess what happened in the evening. Nothing much, except, there was only a heavy downpour. =.= the whole driver side was drench in rain. Drove all the way home sitting on a sponge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I'm feeling very well. Been dizzy for a while now, specifically since yesterday. bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6098349180784688038-8056844485552829996?l=amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/8056844485552829996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2011/11/im-heading-into-trouble.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/8056844485552829996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/8056844485552829996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2011/11/im-heading-into-trouble.html' title='I&apos;m heading into trouble'/><author><name>Sun Moon Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07541132271210560885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098349180784688038.post-1884641360583523603</id><published>2011-11-07T21:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T23:17:13.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Extreme - More Than Words **UPDATED**</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UrIiLvg58SY&amp;amp;ob=av2e"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UrIiLvg58SY&amp;amp;ob=av2e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*look under LoveisWoe comment. THATS ME!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saying "I love you"&lt;br /&gt;Is not the words I want to hear from you&lt;br /&gt;It's not that I want you&lt;br /&gt;Not to say, but if you only knew how easy&lt;br /&gt;It would be to show me how you feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than words&lt;br /&gt;Is all you have to do to make it real&lt;br /&gt;Then you wouldn't have to say that you love me&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'd already know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if my heart was torn in two&lt;br /&gt;More than words to show you feel&lt;br /&gt;That your love for me is real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you say if I took those words away&lt;br /&gt;Then you couldn't make things new&lt;br /&gt;Just by saying "I love you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now but I've tried to talk to you&lt;br /&gt;And make you understand&lt;br /&gt;All you have to do is close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;And just reach out your hands&lt;br /&gt;And touch me&lt;br /&gt;Hold me close, don't ever let me go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than words&lt;br /&gt;Is all I ever needed you to show&lt;br /&gt;Then you wouldn't have to say that you love me&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'd already know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if my heart was torn in two&lt;br /&gt;More than words to show you feel&lt;br /&gt;That your love for me is real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you say if I took those words away&lt;br /&gt;When you couldn't make things new&lt;br /&gt;Just by saying "I love you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than words&lt;br /&gt;More than words&lt;br /&gt;More than words&lt;br /&gt;More than words&lt;br /&gt;More than words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SO BEAUTIFUL, the perfect song dedication to 'you'.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6098349180784688038-1884641360583523603?l=amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/1884641360583523603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2011/11/extreme-more-than-words.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/1884641360583523603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/1884641360583523603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2011/11/extreme-more-than-words.html' title='Extreme - More Than Words **UPDATED**'/><author><name>Sun Moon Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07541132271210560885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098349180784688038.post-1818003545222353666</id><published>2011-11-03T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T21:05:45.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Before I Die</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9rx-oVPhvv8/TrKRjdHtcJI/AAAAAAAABVA/C5KstJkU5oI/s1600/before%2Bi%2Bdie%252C%2Bmarry%2Bhim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670754919111291026" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9rx-oVPhvv8/TrKRjdHtcJI/AAAAAAAABVA/C5KstJkU5oI/s400/before%2Bi%2Bdie%252C%2Bmarry%2Bhim.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;picture says it all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6098349180784688038-1818003545222353666?l=amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/1818003545222353666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2011/11/before-i-die.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/1818003545222353666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/1818003545222353666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2011/11/before-i-die.html' title='Before I Die'/><author><name>Sun Moon Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07541132271210560885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9rx-oVPhvv8/TrKRjdHtcJI/AAAAAAAABVA/C5KstJkU5oI/s72-c/before%2Bi%2Bdie%252C%2Bmarry%2Bhim.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098349180784688038.post-2977596346477717471</id><published>2011-11-02T22:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T23:17:44.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Working Day 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gAZMgCXOK_8/TrFaQuNsbgI/AAAAAAAABU0/DtG2tdns_5s/s1600/work.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670412649166040578" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gAZMgCXOK_8/TrFaQuNsbgI/AAAAAAAABU0/DtG2tdns_5s/s400/work.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The posing is bad BUT certainly not my outfit right. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today I woke up at 6.20am and went to McD for brekkie with bestie and then off we went our separate work place. What a great start. Off to office which took AN HOUR to reach.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Went to Building A and then B (walking distance) and then back to A to locate my boss and guess what, I met him at the elevators and we actually talk. @.@ I was bloody stumbling with words, I want to impress him but yet, still sound modest so I ended up being errrr.... urm... yah...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh yah, I still haven't mention my work place. Bunny ears "internship". Guess what, I found this job by myself, with zero help from school. So I'm actually very independent. HAH! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm working with Deutsche Post DHL Group. Better known as &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;DHL&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, the courier services. No need introduction right. The office is in PJ, near States, so if anyone is passing by, seek me out for lunch break. I'm a lone wolf.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I guess I already shown my true colours pretty much today because I took out my magazine, newspaper, (and I even told everyone about KIM Kardashian's divorce[WTF right] and the moonsoon season) and read it in the meeting room while everyone is working. In my defense, I was not assigned to do anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;After a long day in the office, went and wind down with bestie again. Shall I brave myself and start drinking? I feel so guilty doing it. My parents opposed drinking, visiting pubs..etc etc. Old fashion folks, who might still be living in the stone age era.&lt;/p&gt;So bored. I miss bestie all the time :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6098349180784688038-2977596346477717471?l=amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/2977596346477717471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2011/11/working-day-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/2977596346477717471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/2977596346477717471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2011/11/working-day-2.html' title='Working Day 2'/><author><name>Sun Moon Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07541132271210560885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gAZMgCXOK_8/TrFaQuNsbgI/AAAAAAAABU0/DtG2tdns_5s/s72-c/work.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098349180784688038.post-8984206536982779286</id><published>2011-10-30T19:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T20:04:50.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend delights</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;WHICH DO YOU PREFER??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vh7ZpJK8xyU/Tq05KbDG3lI/AAAAAAAABUk/1VTHZNXGIEw/s1600/shoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669250357151587922" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vh7ZpJK8xyU/Tq05KbDG3lI/AAAAAAAABUk/1VTHZNXGIEw/s400/shoes.jpg" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gVGQQoYTPPY/Tq05KUFyKbI/AAAAAAAABUc/5FzFjzaWbY4/s1600/chanel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669250355283765682" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gVGQQoYTPPY/Tq05KUFyKbI/AAAAAAAABUc/5FzFjzaWbY4/s400/chanel.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; or this???&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL, so which do you want the most? =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't my new kicks superb chic. I love love love it. I spent almost an hour (or so I thought it was) in Vincci in KLCC. Doing what all girls like to do. Shoe shopping!! I had choosen 3 pairs but in the end I bought this. Cause my dad is only buying me a pair. I have found my true love. After 20 years of existance, I finally discover my love is for SHOES! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and dogs.&lt;/span&gt; Ahahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I know many of you are envy jealous of my CHANELs stuff. I'm gonna describe whats in the picture from bottom left to right in sequence. BTW, my mum got it for me. I don't have the cash to buy CHANEL stuff okay. She put the CHANEL bag on my table which is the first thing I saw when I entered my room. And to my suprise, it contain all the goodies inside!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHANEL BLUSHER, CHANEL LIPSTICK, a free CHANEL facial wash sample, CHANEL EYESHADOW, Empro Dual Mascara, Empro Liquid Eyeliner, CHANEL eyebrow brush, ACCA KAPPA lip brush and lastly, a CHANEL make up bag,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phhuuuu. Such a long list. Okay, I don't mean to brag, but then if I don't brag, what else I can post about. Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally in love with my Empro eye liner and ACCA KAPPA lip brush. Seriously, the brush is so freaking amazing when applying my ( previous post of my newly purchased Revlon ) Ravish Me Red lippie. Seriously, did you know how hard it is to apply a bright matte lippie without smudging? Now, with my lip brush, it is like painting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is my last day of freedom before I practically grow up and turn 21. I shall go admire my bed and books for now. MWAHSSSSS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P:S : Vincci was a mad house yesterday. I think the staff wanna stranggle everyone. Luckily, I survived the rage of a sales girl. She was frowning at me. ALL THE TIME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6098349180784688038-8984206536982779286?l=amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/8984206536982779286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2011/10/weekend-delights.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/8984206536982779286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/8984206536982779286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2011/10/weekend-delights.html' title='Weekend delights'/><author><name>Sun Moon Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07541132271210560885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vh7ZpJK8xyU/Tq05KbDG3lI/AAAAAAAABUk/1VTHZNXGIEw/s72-c/shoes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098349180784688038.post-9047762297375742041</id><published>2011-10-28T20:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T20:18:38.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyday I'm BLOGGING</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fh3C0SEetEg/TqqaYEKTUEI/AAAAAAAABUQ/uP_xVmCaLHU/s1600/rainbow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668512819223679042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fh3C0SEetEg/TqqaYEKTUEI/AAAAAAAABUQ/uP_xVmCaLHU/s400/rainbow.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pretty? Not me obviously, looked at the rainbow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was actually a double rainbow which I didn't notice until my sister pointed out while I was driving away. Immediately after taking this picture, it started to drizzle and 5 minutes later, a heavy downpour! Talk about unpredictable mother nature. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*as you can see, I'm actually holding a McD ice cream of the month flavour 'Milo something'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Since I just wasted another good day just doing chores, reading a book, lazing around, stalking rainbow, I did a pretty frustrating thing as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Drove all the way to school, maybe a good 10km away from home, ok, I know that's is very near but I wasted like 20km of petrol okay!!! for a mere 5 min stop at school. Apparently the supervisor is till on Devali's mood so he is on leave and he has my document! So sad. Went to school for nothing. =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Why do I always end up talking so much about myself. I doubt anyone cares.. -__-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So, lets introduce this awesome super hottie band, Hot Chelle Rae. Best known for &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1. Tonight tonight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2. I like it like that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I super love the band members, each and everyone ! Jamie is like super noob face but superrrrr cute! Of course my fave has to be Ryan. I know, I'm so ashamed of myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So in chronical order from the most fave to meh. Ryan, Jamie, Nash and lastly Ian. Nash is like super cool, like Carter from Gossip Girl. Agree or not ???!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;BTW, I super love their tats. Wish I was a dude! Like Ryan.... *angels singing &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6098349180784688038-9047762297375742041?l=amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/9047762297375742041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2011/10/everyday-im-blogging.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/9047762297375742041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/9047762297375742041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2011/10/everyday-im-blogging.html' title='Everyday I&apos;m BLOGGING'/><author><name>Sun Moon Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07541132271210560885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fh3C0SEetEg/TqqaYEKTUEI/AAAAAAAABUQ/uP_xVmCaLHU/s72-c/rainbow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098349180784688038.post-2089633708173635054</id><published>2011-10-27T22:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T22:18:42.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10:05pm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q6CkF2LKu4o/TqlmDRMdIgI/AAAAAAAABUA/u5X1e9XAcn0/s1600/edited%2B1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668173812363764226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q6CkF2LKu4o/TqlmDRMdIgI/AAAAAAAABUA/u5X1e9XAcn0/s400/edited%2B1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gotta share this (below) with everyone. I was the one that spotted it while walking around in Ikano but bff snapped it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Gj6vINHpV-o/TqlmDVeCfrI/AAAAAAAABTw/O_Cs0jph_5A/s1600/ass.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668173813511257778" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Gj6vINHpV-o/TqlmDVeCfrI/AAAAAAAABTw/O_Cs0jph_5A/s400/ass.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually it's AWESOME MASS, Mass Building Formula. The Ms was hidden by the pillar thingy XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EIsppq5uutk/TqlmDLyvmwI/AAAAAAAABTo/rc1GGHTuV_4/s1600/picasa%2Bedited%2Bside%2Blooking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668173810913745666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EIsppq5uutk/TqlmDLyvmwI/AAAAAAAABTo/rc1GGHTuV_4/s400/picasa%2Bedited%2Bside%2Blooking.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aaaa, here is a picture of a vain pot. At first I took it so I can stare at my nose shape from the side but I love the background (wall, with my gorgeous butterflies) and I seem to be looking at them anyways. Does that makes sense? Okay, cut the crap, I love how I look in the picture. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;P:S : I retouched it. So actually I've a lot of breakouts :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last but not least, shooping goodies for the day. CHANEL is just for show. I had it like months already. =.= I only bought two lipsticks from Revlon. Gosh. Lipsticks sounds so old. I love love love my Ravish Me Red; can't say the same for Pink In the Afternoon. It looked very nice when I tested it; on my hand =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FP4eJwo-5bE/TqlmCyu3pZI/AAAAAAAABTc/uOaKSwOIetc/s1600/lips.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668173804186609042" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FP4eJwo-5bE/TqlmCyu3pZI/AAAAAAAABTc/uOaKSwOIetc/s400/lips.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second day of holiday is gone. Only 4 more days of bliss. Till then, randomly filling in, Amanda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6098349180784688038-2089633708173635054?l=amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/2089633708173635054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2011/10/1005pm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/2089633708173635054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/2089633708173635054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2011/10/1005pm.html' title='10:05pm'/><author><name>Sun Moon Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07541132271210560885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q6CkF2LKu4o/TqlmDRMdIgI/AAAAAAAABUA/u5X1e9XAcn0/s72-c/edited%2B1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098349180784688038.post-515429504150426977</id><published>2011-10-27T00:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T00:53:23.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hero for the day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Si-znbqW7gc/Tqgz7aX43rI/AAAAAAAABTQ/5hSmcCaXtuQ/s1600/261020111822.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667837226830585522" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Si-znbqW7gc/Tqgz7aX43rI/AAAAAAAABTQ/5hSmcCaXtuQ/s400/261020111822.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Check out my mane. I love love looooove my hair. I'm obsessed with hair. Normally when I check out people pictures, I'll look at their hair, and nose. I seriously have a thing with noses. I hope 99% when I'm a grown up, I'll get a nose job. I can't really do it now since i'm ***living with ma parents, still getting allowance from them*** shienz. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;See, I managed to accomplish one of my 2011 resolutions -growing out my bangs. Isn't my bang super long. I'm kinda proud of it cause I tahan for almost 10 months!!! All this talk about me is getting lame. Lets talk about ME BEING A HERO, giving myself a pat from behind. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Want to know what happened? Actually it's very lame. But I'm so proud of it so I don't care what you think because I'm AWESOME. Yes I'm!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Story goes like this. Reach Cineplex @ Curve there. (I seriously dunno whats the mall name, I've been refering it as cineplex since the beginning of time) after like; getting stuck in traffic all the way from 1U. After many turns finally got lucky and found a parking spot but best friend was kinda pissed cause he was impatient about the whole thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I reminded him about snapping a pic of the parking lot number but he said NEVER MIND LAR.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the end, what happened? Got lost finding the car. See, the power of a picture saves so much trouble isn't it. My mind was doing cartwheels cause I remember I saw B21 on the pillar but I wasn't sure whether it was this mall or the earlier mall. (We went to a VERY SUCKY MALL, called the SS2 PJ MALL. Boring....zzz and hung out there for 5min before we chiao.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good thing about sucky mall was parking is free for first 2 hours. Bad thing is boring boring newly open mall, narrow parking drive up.. reach there and first thing we saw was 2 middle age indian guys karaoke-ing in Hindu and in the court area. WTF&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yeah, back to parking crap. I saved both of us. :) With my awesome power of observing. Now, you see, some people think I'm dumb. Seriously, they do. They tell it to my face. I'm not dumb. I may not be very good in maths (that is the worst of the worst) but I'm very good in mou-liu stuff. Like animals, environment, awareness, celebrity gossip, directions, sleeping.. . . XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bestie actually pat me on the head for being smart. WTFFFFFFFFF. I feel like a freaking dog weh. That is what I do to my own dogs. NOW I know how my dogs feel when I tell them 'Good girl! *pat *pat on the head. =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So much about ME ME ME. So lame. Lets do some movie review. Finally able to watch after all the hustle bustle of finals week &lt;strong&gt;THE THING. '&lt;/strong&gt;Benda itu' ahahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rating : AWESOME. 4.5/5.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No flaws. But the ending was confusing. So in the end, is the girl infected with the virus or not???!!!! Bestie thinks so. I think otherwise. Have yet to watch REAL STEEL tho :((&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, I finally whack him for saying 'my other twin' is hotter than me. Seriously, still bummed out about it. I DON'T THINK SHE IS HOTTER THAN ME &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;in real life&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;:( :( :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is she hotter than me?! Just say it. The knife is already stabbed in, might as well do the honor of twisting it further in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;S.A.D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6098349180784688038-515429504150426977?l=amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/515429504150426977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2011/10/hero-for-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/515429504150426977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/515429504150426977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2011/10/hero-for-day.html' title='Hero for the day'/><author><name>Sun Moon Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07541132271210560885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Si-znbqW7gc/Tqgz7aX43rI/AAAAAAAABTQ/5hSmcCaXtuQ/s72-c/261020111822.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098349180784688038.post-1099438812383454869</id><published>2011-10-25T19:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T20:14:52.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh yeah baby *smooches</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Gkt1BkVRBbY/Tqakw8TVnkI/AAAAAAAABTE/9b4b7Obg2HI/s1600/Heartbroken.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667398341820259906" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Gkt1BkVRBbY/Tqakw8TVnkI/AAAAAAAABTE/9b4b7Obg2HI/s400/Heartbroken.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LABxGzD9OiM/TqakwlfEKPI/AAAAAAAABS8/FR2OSwR-yWw/s1600/PISCES_op_800x490-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 245px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667398335695431922" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LABxGzD9OiM/TqakwlfEKPI/AAAAAAAABS8/FR2OSwR-yWw/s400/PISCES_op_800x490-3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BXroBe8whtQ/Tqakwa7m5tI/AAAAAAAABSo/bVXYaWNbfFA/s1600/sad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 235px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667398332862359250" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BXroBe8whtQ/Tqakwa7m5tI/AAAAAAAABSo/bVXYaWNbfFA/s400/sad.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********************************************************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, as for HAPPY NEWS, I'm done with my degree year 2 Babeh. Oh yeah oh yeah, thats right. I'm a final year student from next year onwards. Finished my last paper this afternoon, 12:25pm to be exact. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I won't be entering UCSI for the next couple of months. I'll be starting my internship very soon, a new company, a new environment. New friends? New experience. I shall disclose the company's name next week :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last piece of news, went for IP -Independent Project briefing and guess what, the module changed and it has officially became a 2 person project. So no longer IP but FINAL GROUP ASSIGNMENT. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dunno whether this is a good idea, having 2 people. I guess in many ways, 10,000 words is a lot for a person. But the stress of working in a team, throwing ideas around and worst still, what if I'm the one to bear all. Future problem for future 2012 Amanda to maul over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Say with me *NO FAILS NO FAILS EVERYTIME EVERYTHING*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PFuGr5gc3tc/TqakwVvTG0I/AAAAAAAABSg/st2_6MOKpps/s1600/ucsi%2Bwhy%2Bu%2Bso%2Bexpensive.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667398331468553026" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PFuGr5gc3tc/TqakwVvTG0I/AAAAAAAABSg/st2_6MOKpps/s400/ucsi%2Bwhy%2Bu%2Bso%2Bexpensive.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freedom is bliss. Mwahsss!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6098349180784688038-1099438812383454869?l=amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/1099438812383454869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2011/10/oh-yeah-baby-smooches.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/1099438812383454869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/1099438812383454869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2011/10/oh-yeah-baby-smooches.html' title='Oh yeah baby *smooches'/><author><name>Sun Moon Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07541132271210560885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Gkt1BkVRBbY/Tqakw8TVnkI/AAAAAAAABTE/9b4b7Obg2HI/s72-c/Heartbroken.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098349180784688038.post-6710996221417119260</id><published>2011-10-21T22:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T23:21:47.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Handling situations</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;A boy does not particularly like a girl who is very arrogant. Boys will&lt;br /&gt;like you more if you are friendly and matured in your principles. They will look&lt;br /&gt;highly on you if he can exchange conversation with you and the talk is so smooth&lt;br /&gt;going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*found it in an article in the net.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Really? Then I pretty much blew my composure. How would you handle a situation if 'the' guy told you *bunny ears* &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"your twin (post dated 11th Oct) looks hotter than you." seriously!! she does not look hotter than me. From my girl best friend and family point of views. I hope they weren't siding me :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VRmPb0NTgOo/TqGNQy74EkI/AAAAAAAABSQ/VUpN0tw1_Gw/s1600/huang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665965125899129410" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VRmPb0NTgOo/TqGNQy74EkI/AAAAAAAABSQ/VUpN0tw1_Gw/s400/huang.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, if you think she is hot, then be her friend then. Don't rub it in my face. Damn! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;No, no no no, obviously I don't WANT you to be with her. Hello!!! Original me is here *waving frantically* &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm a mess. Why won't you admit and accept your feelings. Then we will be done with it and no more coyness! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I apologise for speaking in blanks. What to do, LOVE SUCKS. (only when the other person is playing around with your heart.) TEEHEE&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;PS *UPDATED : Okay, I'm totally stalking her fb page and I gotta of course admit, she looks very "tame" (polite, nicely dressed, compose, has good taste...etc) and so maybe a tad hotter than me. GARHHHH.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6098349180784688038-6710996221417119260?l=amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/6710996221417119260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2011/10/handling-situations.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/6710996221417119260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/6710996221417119260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2011/10/handling-situations.html' title='Handling situations'/><author><name>Sun Moon Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07541132271210560885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VRmPb0NTgOo/TqGNQy74EkI/AAAAAAAABSQ/VUpN0tw1_Gw/s72-c/huang.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098349180784688038.post-5445209093196074252</id><published>2011-10-18T20:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T20:55:07.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SUSHI KING BONANZA</title><content type='html'>Previous post I said I won't go shopping anymore but I phailed at keeping moi promise. I only just bought like a belt and some facial stuff. Not much but kinda almost used up 3/4 of my allowance, for the week. And it's only Tuesday. Crap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had lunch today pigging out at Sushi King RM2 bonanza. Have to admit, this time it wasn't great like before. Too crowded. Got seated at the very back of the shop with an improvised belt that sadly does not have that much variety. But still, I kinda ate all my favs so oh well, till next year then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, did anyone noticed how cool Leisure mall became. I meant, they have F Blocks, Espirit, VOIR. Huge huge shops. I didn't even know until I went shoe hunting (did not see any particular shoe :( ) and I just found out Vincci shoes shop isn't there anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leisure Mall became slightly more interesting already. I actually don't need to go downtown shopping when LM has all my fav stops, cinema, bookstore, cafes, watsons!! oh yeah, I forgot to mention Donuts!!! Yum yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, thats all about my daily crap. I'm suppose to study but I seriously don't have inspirations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P;S :: STUDYING means Student + Dying. Ahahaha. Found this in FB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6098349180784688038-5445209093196074252?l=amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/5445209093196074252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2011/10/sushi-king-bonanza.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/5445209093196074252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/5445209093196074252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2011/10/sushi-king-bonanza.html' title='SUSHI KING BONANZA'/><author><name>Sun Moon Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07541132271210560885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098349180784688038.post-2445570151924122268</id><published>2011-10-16T21:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T20:25:02.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a dog life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xiMdni9diEk/TprYIEEFtSI/AAAAAAAABSA/QulfD7u9J-Q/s1600/xia%2Bxue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664077114413266210" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xiMdni9diEk/TprYIEEFtSI/AAAAAAAABSA/QulfD7u9J-Q/s400/xia%2Bxue.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; scared the shit out of you or not with the above? You know who is this or not. Not some random unfamous person neh, it's &lt;strong&gt;Xia Xue&lt;/strong&gt;! I adored her 100% but this picture is damn epic. It's a combination of scary + amused + clown. Xia Xue! You're so brave for posting this up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5Xdlho__MNY/TprYH3Kb9LI/AAAAAAAABR4/qlh8t4uE69c/s1600/shih%2Btzu%2Bmale.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664077110950229170" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5Xdlho__MNY/TprYH3Kb9LI/AAAAAAAABR4/qlh8t4uE69c/s400/shih%2Btzu%2Bmale.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and this, let me introduce you to this handsome fellow. Name = Unknown.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My aunt has her home grooming services occasionally, I remember she done this before in the past? So, guessed what, she groom this male dog (bath, clip nails, a trim) @ RM40. Reasonable or not? Are you interested? Only available during &lt;em&gt;Weekends&lt;/em&gt; only and limited to facebook friends only!!!! Pm me there =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other than this very silly home business, I have 2 stories to shared, about dogs too. Lets begin!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Story 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My godparents's back lane neighbour is keeping their pet dog, the size of an average non-pedigree in a cage the size of a peanut! I'm certainly not joking! It's already damn fucking small, and the worst is, the owners stored pails inside the cage as well. WTFFFF!!! What should I do?! I wanna call the SPCA but then, if I complain, the owners will know it came from my godparents house because only we can see the dog from all angles! I don't want to cause a row with the adults and me too. :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so selfish :( I hate myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Story 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I saw the third fattest dog (in my whole life) wandering alone around the streets nearby grams's house. My popo recognizes the dog and the owner but she doesn't know where they live. So she told me to accompany the dog (and mind you, it was freaking 3pm and the sun was high up and blistering hot) so I approach the dog (WARNING : DO NOT GRAB//TOUCH THE DOG SUDDENLY or it will bite you in self defense. Slowly talk to it and let it smell your scent and let the animal approach you by itself). The dog is so freaking big and fat =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I told the dog to follow me because it didn't wear a collar but it practically only moved a few steps and resigned. -.- So I walk along it looking left right ahead behind for any signs of the owner. NONE! And after like 5 minutes walking around and standing under the sun, a man, a very dark skinned man riding a motor honk honk at the dog and guessed what, the dog ran after the man. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At that time, I was thinking 2 things. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i) is the dog chasing a motor?! OMG&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ii) that couldn't be the owner right. He looks nothing like a chinese man (as described by my popo)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I followed the dog and hoping I didn't lost them and yeap, they stopped at a house not far away from the original standing point. The house was under renovation so when I saw the man, I asked in MALAY!!!! (so shameful, damn!) because I thought he was one of the construction workers. (more damn) I asked "Ini anjing awak ar?" He replied "Yalar". So I respond again in malay "Ohhh. Saya nampak anjing kat tepi jalan so I nak tolong dia cari rumah dia." Can't really remember what he said but I was very pleased at the time cause the dog went home already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So went I reach home, I told everyone I kinda saved the dog's life (kononnya**) and my popo asked me how I know where the dog lived and I told her the dog followed the construction worker home bla bla bla. She asked me how the man looked like so I told her, dark skinned, kinda stout and well built bla bla bla. Then she told me "yahs, thats the owner." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm like wtf, you said chinese. She said HE WAS CHINESE! Only very dark skinned. DAMN. So shameful I spoke to him in malay. He must be thinking I went bonkers or something. Chinese speak to chinese in malay. ARRRRGH....!!!!! :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Story of my life. Weekend stayed at home. Sad. Best friends have own life and my pocket is not doubling the cash. NO MORE SHOPPING! effective once I finish purchasing my dream clothes. Now I'm kinda lusting over pencil skirts and pumps. Any ideas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;P::S : SUSHI KING PROMO WEEK!!! yeay for salmons&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6098349180784688038-2445570151924122268?l=amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/2445570151924122268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2011/10/its-dog-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/2445570151924122268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/2445570151924122268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2011/10/its-dog-life.html' title='It&apos;s a dog life.'/><author><name>Sun Moon Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07541132271210560885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xiMdni9diEk/TprYIEEFtSI/AAAAAAAABSA/QulfD7u9J-Q/s72-c/xia%2Bxue.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098349180784688038.post-5774305996619395874</id><published>2011-10-14T15:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T15:52:50.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm sexy and I know it. Hahaha</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X40v0vL2-cw/Tpflk9T10QI/AAAAAAAABRs/rb_k0ifJOvQ/s1600/PETA-sexy-chicken.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 221px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663247479537520898" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X40v0vL2-cw/Tpflk9T10QI/AAAAAAAABRs/rb_k0ifJOvQ/s400/PETA-sexy-chicken.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chicken posing like a sexy lady? macam centre spread for Playboy magazine isn't it. Teehee. From PETA, People for the Ethical Treatments of Animals. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's finally the fifth day my mum has become a &lt;em&gt;stay-at-home-mother&lt;/em&gt;. I can't stand it!!!! She is unbearable to the max. Ok, I might only have spent 2 days with her but I can totally conclude that, she is so lazy. She doesn't actually do any house works except well, yesterday she did attempt to make fried chicken wings which actually might taste good after cooking. I however, got home so late, the chicken was cold so I had to pop it back into the mini oven, and I kinda burnt the bloody thing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it did taste alright... because after all the layers of fried flour, fried salted egg coating, I finally able to eat the tender chicken flesh. Suprised suprised. My mother is actually useful in teh kitchen, unlike mua. Teehehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;P:S : I know you might be thinking, wth is she complaining about her mother's cooking. FRANKLY SPEAKING, my mum DOES NOT EVER COOK or MAKE FOOD. Maybe she will cook once in a year, and that only depends on what she thought she can copied from food she tasted while dining out. We always eat out, our kitchen don't even have a real stove. We have this electric stove, that I love using cause I'm afraid of fire. But it takes forever to boil something, lets say, soup. We only use that electric stove for its &lt;strong&gt;only&lt;/strong&gt; purpose, to boil water. Ahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I asked my mum a million times, hinted a million times whether she is going back to workforce and she said NO! everytime. Not even a tiny, "I might consider" bla bla bla. SAD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enough of such bad energy fun spoiling news, I went to shopping heaven lately and I bought like so many clothes. This week I bought 2 pants, a cardigan and 2 tees. Is this too much? I know I overspent again but there are so many &lt;strong&gt;offers&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SALE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; everywhere!!! And the best part is, my clothes are flexible as in I can either wear to work or school. &lt;em&gt;Or so I thought&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Great thinking, saving + utilising the max. I'm such a finance student, although I don't think I be a very good financier advisor. I don't even trust myself around my money let alone with your molleh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing much to say. I miss my best friend and today is the last class for the sem. FINALS starting next week and then saying goodbye to school again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;SIGH...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6098349180784688038-5774305996619395874?l=amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/5774305996619395874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2011/10/im-sexy-and-i-know-it-hahaha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/5774305996619395874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/5774305996619395874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2011/10/im-sexy-and-i-know-it-hahaha.html' title='I&apos;m sexy and I know it. Hahaha'/><author><name>Sun Moon Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07541132271210560885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X40v0vL2-cw/Tpflk9T10QI/AAAAAAAABRs/rb_k0ifJOvQ/s72-c/PETA-sexy-chicken.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098349180784688038.post-6475014154780555393</id><published>2011-10-11T22:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T22:40:31.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doppelgänger in UCSI</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zMPQ3MlqTT0/TpRUZTyUrCI/AAAAAAAABRk/Y0GZ56FpRtE/s1600/xiemin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662243425296362530" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zMPQ3MlqTT0/TpRUZTyUrCI/AAAAAAAABRk/Y0GZ56FpRtE/s400/xiemin.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-illC3oPF_9E/TpRUY5mQxmI/AAAAAAAABRU/gNOB0OoLpWI/s1600/xiemin%2Bside.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662243418266453602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-illC3oPF_9E/TpRUY5mQxmI/AAAAAAAABRU/gNOB0OoLpWI/s400/xiemin%2Bside.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3plvHYFBZ9g/TpRUYj3-97I/AAAAAAAABRE/KtEEwVDqltw/s1600/together.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662243412435204018" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3plvHYFBZ9g/TpRUYj3-97I/AAAAAAAABRE/KtEEwVDqltw/s400/together.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f8CSAwKxv4M/TpRUYcC8CKI/AAAAAAAABQ8/hDfKmsDPts4/s1600/neon%2Bnails.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662243410333665442" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f8CSAwKxv4M/TpRUYcC8CKI/AAAAAAAABQ8/hDfKmsDPts4/s400/neon%2Bnails.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story of my life. Where I will tell my grandkids 50 years from today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't get confused. I don't have a twin, nor an elder sister. And don't get confused when you saw the first picture. It wasn't me even though she looked 100% like me when I bow my head in that angle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This must be a sick joke the earth is playing on us. FML, this is so epic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6098349180784688038-6475014154780555393?l=amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/6475014154780555393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2011/10/doppelganger-in-ucsi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/6475014154780555393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/6475014154780555393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2011/10/doppelganger-in-ucsi.html' title='Doppelgänger in UCSI'/><author><name>Sun Moon Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07541132271210560885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zMPQ3MlqTT0/TpRUZTyUrCI/AAAAAAAABRk/Y0GZ56FpRtE/s72-c/xiemin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098349180784688038.post-2382892807325090036</id><published>2011-10-11T12:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T12:51:11.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'>401st post</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_nEbHsNF6b0/TpPH1jzB0kI/AAAAAAAABQw/Qp8OTL9H5Zc/s1600/penguin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662088879491109442" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_nEbHsNF6b0/TpPH1jzB0kI/AAAAAAAABQw/Qp8OTL9H5Zc/s400/penguin.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a dramatic ending for my previous post. Today is my mum second day as a retiree and I still haven't see her at home. She goes out in the early morning with my dad and will be home when I got home from school(at night). Just like when she is working. Therefore I still haven't feel the wrath of annoyance yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To add more random chic facts or current events in my life, lets just say that my internship is something that won't be bothering me for now until well, the actual day I go to work. :) I wanted to rant about my internship but by a twist of luck// a turn of events, in the end there is nothing to rant about anymore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But here was the initial topic I wanted to *tuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Last year was airplanes, this year elevators."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Get the point? Not to say I'm not interested with elevators, I just don't like the location of the office. I don't want to say much. Hope all well ends well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;random fact 2 : I learnt on Friday that polar bears and penguins never met in their natural life due to that both live on the opposite side of the globe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;random fact 3 : How to lose weight around the thighs area? I feel like I'm fat person when wearing tight fitting jeans//leggings. I do love my body shape &lt;em&gt;except&lt;/em&gt; my thighs. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;random fact 4 : Currently obessed with BigBang and 2NE1 'Lollipop' vid. OMG, I'm turning into those korean junkies. &lt;em&gt;I just so happened to be very attracted to the bright colours and catchy tune. &lt;/em&gt;i'm so outdated &lt;em&gt;(-_-)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;random fact 5 : we must help conserve the environment for &lt;strong&gt;a better future for you, me, and the world.&lt;/strong&gt; :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6098349180784688038-2382892807325090036?l=amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/2382892807325090036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2011/10/401st-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/2382892807325090036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/2382892807325090036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2011/10/401st-post.html' title='401st post'/><author><name>Sun Moon Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07541132271210560885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_nEbHsNF6b0/TpPH1jzB0kI/AAAAAAAABQw/Qp8OTL9H5Zc/s72-c/penguin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098349180784688038.post-3885003006875585424</id><published>2011-10-09T23:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T23:51:10.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Second week of October</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bdv7bsyfPGE/TpHBNPjcMvI/AAAAAAAABQo/Jd49HwALSNA/s1600/drunk.ex.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 312px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661518639839064818" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bdv7bsyfPGE/TpHBNPjcMvI/AAAAAAAABQo/Jd49HwALSNA/s400/drunk.ex.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Found this few days ago. Whoever designed this must be very creative. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow. I got loads to tell. But then i reconsidered, should I post personal stuff and let creeps know what I did. Hmmm.. I will just speak in codes and blank then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This past week was a super duper busy week for me. Like I said in my previous posts, I had 2 midterm papers, assignments due, JOB INTERVIEWS (ahahaha, sounds huge but really it was nothing) and I was kinda sleep deprived from thinking all of above.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not only that, my best friends just got transferred to another side of town for work and now I've no lunch partner. And that wasn't even the worst part. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;THE WORST PART IS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;MY MUM QUIT HER JOB AND SHE IS CONSIDERED AS A RETIREE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dunno what better way to end this post by another long ass wailing of MY LIFE HAS ENDED!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6098349180784688038-3885003006875585424?l=amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/3885003006875585424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2011/10/second-week-of-october.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/3885003006875585424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/3885003006875585424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2011/10/second-week-of-october.html' title='Second week of October'/><author><name>Sun Moon Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07541132271210560885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bdv7bsyfPGE/TpHBNPjcMvI/AAAAAAAABQo/Jd49HwALSNA/s72-c/drunk.ex.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098349180784688038.post-4732486250723391246</id><published>2011-10-04T00:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T01:08:13.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy October Everyone!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SHaLYIhk-3E/Tonqd4CPkvI/AAAAAAAABQg/CZJIIEKGxTk/s1600/Picture0717.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659312205746639602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SHaLYIhk-3E/Tonqd4CPkvI/AAAAAAAABQg/CZJIIEKGxTk/s400/Picture0717.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Done with my midterm yesterday and assignment is due tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z6x23qZeCzw/Tonqdk3-sUI/AAAAAAAABQY/2kXkXpOAkZk/s1600/Picture0718.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659312200603316546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z6x23qZeCzw/Tonqdk3-sUI/AAAAAAAABQY/2kXkXpOAkZk/s400/Picture0718.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fxRJEk2liLw/TonqdaflrpI/AAAAAAAABQQ/DUXGGNVjdvs/s1600/Picture0720.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659312197816659602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fxRJEk2liLw/TonqdaflrpI/AAAAAAAABQQ/DUXGGNVjdvs/s400/Picture0720.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HegBQuxQ6VE/TonqdAJKiFI/AAAAAAAABQI/vxZ4qA3Aqbg/s1600/Picture0721.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659312190743283794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HegBQuxQ6VE/TonqdAJKiFI/AAAAAAAABQI/vxZ4qA3Aqbg/s400/Picture0721.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and it fell :( ahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PcoOI0ab4NQ/TonqdH2GIuI/AAAAAAAABQA/AXQxTakTA6Q/s1600/Picture0722.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659312192810787554" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PcoOI0ab4NQ/TonqdH2GIuI/AAAAAAAABQA/AXQxTakTA6Q/s400/Picture0722.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Busy busy month. Rushing midterms, assignments, finals, chores, interviews? within this month. Last month of Degree Year 2! Time passed so quickly, I feel like an adult before I even start working. Hohoho. Hows everyone coping with the stress? It is indeed a very short month. Soon it's gonna be finals week and I'll be MIA for a few days again. I'm giving my love to everyone... except the weird stalker freak. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, TA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P:S : It's OCTOBER! OctoberFeast! Halloween! Whats your plan for this month? Let me know :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N1mJ7IFsF-4/TonpPI2tv8I/AAAAAAAABP4/LTa20GaauSw/s1600/pumpkin2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 344px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659310853052022722" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N1mJ7IFsF-4/TonpPI2tv8I/AAAAAAAABP4/LTa20GaauSw/s400/pumpkin2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6098349180784688038-4732486250723391246?l=amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/4732486250723391246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2011/10/happy-october-everyone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/4732486250723391246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/4732486250723391246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2011/10/happy-october-everyone.html' title='Happy October Everyone!!'/><author><name>Sun Moon Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07541132271210560885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SHaLYIhk-3E/Tonqd4CPkvI/AAAAAAAABQg/CZJIIEKGxTk/s72-c/Picture0717.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098349180784688038.post-2322588498279279285</id><published>2011-09-28T00:17:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T00:47:42.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog-stalking</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lrEkPWmlNOU/ToH6TdFoV7I/AAAAAAAABO8/O734x61RhZU/s1600/5%2Btakes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 55px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657077819086755762" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lrEkPWmlNOU/ToH6TdFoV7I/AAAAAAAABO8/O734x61RhZU/s400/5%2Btakes.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hello Everyone. I just finished reading one of my school mate's blog who happened to be my friend's sister. Which I only figured out today after I put two-and-two clues together. Apparently my friend is actually the eldest sister (also my classmate and my assignment group member) and the school mate was her youngest sister; who is graduating soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh my, I was kinda confused but finally I figured it out. Gooooooooooooooo Amanda! *but seriously, it ain't rocket science. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Here is me, smiling at the camera/webcam. Not very often you see my teeth cause I'm super self concious with my imperfect teeth + bunny teeth. Plus, when I smile, my whole face becomes a football :// &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-crhHPgdSKgg/ToH6TIYXB8I/AAAAAAAABOs/7mfKfjvefr4/s1600/Picture0716.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657077813528168386" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-crhHPgdSKgg/ToH6TIYXB8I/AAAAAAAABOs/7mfKfjvefr4/s400/Picture0716.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about using some pose to draw the eyes away from my smile?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ggsL5xb6AYQ/ToH6hefVDNI/AAAAAAAABPE/ADeFKACW43k/s1600/Picture0714.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657078059981147346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ggsL5xb6AYQ/ToH6hefVDNI/AAAAAAAABPE/ADeFKACW43k/s400/Picture0714.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People say, smiling is the best asset you have. So here I'm, practising smiling without scaring off people. Succeed or did not?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6098349180784688038-2322588498279279285?l=amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/2322588498279279285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-stalking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/2322588498279279285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/2322588498279279285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-stalking.html' title='Blog-stalking'/><author><name>Sun Moon Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07541132271210560885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lrEkPWmlNOU/ToH6TdFoV7I/AAAAAAAABO8/O734x61RhZU/s72-c/5%2Btakes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098349180784688038.post-6552276800922142987</id><published>2011-09-26T22:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T22:16:20.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 SIGNS – Is He in Love with You?</title><content type='html'>Are you confused of his feelings for you? Do you have the instinctive feeling that there’s something more than being friends, but you are unsure how to pinpoint it? Try to determine the situation by reading these pointers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 : &lt;strong&gt;His eyes sparkle.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you meet someone you’re happy to see, the first obvious signs are at the eyes. The human pupil dilates when someone is excited or has strong feelings about something. That’s why the wise said, your eyes are the window to your soul!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a guy likes you, he will have constant eye contact with you. Therefore, you can tell a lot by the way he looks at you and pays attention at you. If his eyes sparkle with happiness, you’ve definitely made an impression on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2 : &lt;strong&gt;He is happy to be around you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this is an obvious sign isn’t it? If he likes you, he smiles non-stop, laughs more freely, and makes you his centre of attention, no matter what he is doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3 : &lt;strong&gt;Common Interests.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a guy is engaging in activities that you like to do or is making an extra effort to be part of any of them, chances are he is doing it to spend more time with you. Plus, we all enjoy activities when we’re doing it with someone we like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4 : &lt;strong&gt;Weekends together&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we like someone, we want to be with them all the time. What a better way to spend time than spending the weekends together?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5 : &lt;strong&gt;He is touchy feely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any guy who likes a girl gets touchy feely. It’s just involuntary. He’d try to touch you at any opportunity that he can get. Just got a new manicure? He would grasp you hands and admire them. Is he tickling you? It’s a good sign he is into you. Holding your arm while guiding you around? Sounds very much like he is ready to have a relationship with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ladies, are you ready to embrace love? For “&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Life without love is like a tree without leaves&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6098349180784688038-6552276800922142987?l=amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/6552276800922142987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2011/09/5-signs-is-he-in-love-with-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/6552276800922142987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/6552276800922142987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2011/09/5-signs-is-he-in-love-with-you.html' title='5 SIGNS – Is He in Love with You?'/><author><name>Sun Moon Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07541132271210560885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098349180784688038.post-6991194387294140398</id><published>2011-09-24T14:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T14:14:28.875+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Then and Now - Disney Child Star</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Arrrgh&lt;/span&gt;.... how did this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-B-AzmtURpxc/Tn1zGYDSQlI/AAAAAAAABOk/AEmtVFpIl7Y/s1600/jake%2Bthomas%2Bthen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655803260419850834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-B-AzmtURpxc/Tn1zGYDSQlI/AAAAAAAABOk/AEmtVFpIl7Y/s400/jake%2Bthomas%2Bthen.jpg" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Become this?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kk7bE59RM_c/Tn1zGUivw7I/AAAAAAAABOc/wt8xNlOqzLM/s1600/jake%2Bthomas%2B2011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655803259478066098" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kk7bE59RM_c/Tn1zGUivw7I/AAAAAAAABOc/wt8xNlOqzLM/s400/jake%2Bthomas%2B2011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jake Thomas 2011&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, for those who grew up watching Disney Channel, you might remember him as Matt &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Mcguire&lt;/span&gt; from Lizzie &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Mcguire&lt;/span&gt; show back in 2000 - 2002.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did the annoying freak grew up to be someone so &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hawt&lt;/span&gt;? I know somehow everyone gotta grow up and changed, but this? This is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hawt&lt;/span&gt;!!! This is beyond normal &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hawt&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And does anyone remember the dumb hot dude from the show, Ethan Craft? Apparently he isn't so &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hawt&lt;/span&gt; anymore, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; why I didn't include his picture here. (Spoiler : he looks like an old dude who farts and gets &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;DUIs&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;meannnn&lt;/span&gt;. don't watch &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sxephil&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;XiaXue&lt;/span&gt; if you don't want to be addicted to fucking other people unconditionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson learnt : Not so hawt people will grow up looking smoking gun drop dead gorgeous.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6098349180784688038-6991194387294140398?l=amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/6991194387294140398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2011/09/then-and-now-disney-child-star.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/6991194387294140398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/6991194387294140398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2011/09/then-and-now-disney-child-star.html' title='Then and Now - Disney Child Star'/><author><name>Sun Moon Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07541132271210560885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-B-AzmtURpxc/Tn1zGYDSQlI/AAAAAAAABOk/AEmtVFpIl7Y/s72-c/jake%2Bthomas%2Bthen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098349180784688038.post-5992508004738564824</id><published>2011-09-22T22:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T23:19:46.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MBO Review + Movies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--y9lS4yr7M4/TntNYj5p6GI/AAAAAAAABOU/IuJ87RyC1uA/s1600/viva.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655198841443051618" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--y9lS4yr7M4/TntNYj5p6GI/AAAAAAAABOU/IuJ87RyC1uA/s400/viva.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GSw76ZN5pjk/TntNYYR5HiI/AAAAAAAABOM/e2-ub6QOiu4/s1600/Nasi%2BLemak%2B2_0%2Bmovie%2Breview%2BNamewee%2BKaren%2BKong.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655198838323486242" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GSw76ZN5pjk/TntNYYR5HiI/AAAAAAAABOM/e2-ub6QOiu4/s400/Nasi%2BLemak%2B2_0%2Bmovie%2Breview%2BNamewee%2BKaren%2BKong.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Director : Namewee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cast : Namewee, Adibah Noor, Karen Kong, Afdlin Shauki, Dato’ David Arumugam, Reshmonu, Kenny &amp;amp; Chee, Nadine Ann Thomas, Nur Fathia, Dennis Lau, Dian Sharlin, Pete Teo, Ho Yuhang, Felicia Yeap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Languages : Typical Malaysian dialects&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rate : 4.5/5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For me, this movie is a very typical Malaysian daily lifestyle lor. It's hilarious and yet, hits all the patrioism elements a.k.a OneMalaysia concept and all the problems we face everyday while living in Malaysia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Overall, the best Malaysian movie I watched. Which is actually a huge accomplishment since I don't watch chinese shows AND Malaysian movies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moving on to MBO Cinema, it might be the worst cinema I ever been to. Seriously, the ticket is RM10 per adult, which is quite okay if on weekends. I asked whether I can use my student ID which is 100% (to get student rate) applicable to every cinema I ever been to but not MBO :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's not like I'm frugal or anything, but I don't understand why can't get student rate?!!!! Isn't being a student have perks like I-don't-know, get special rate prices? Damn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plus, since I'm trashing MBO, might as well just say that their chairs suck. For me, I think the seat is to upright, as in, reclining only for the few 10 degree angle. Normally cinemas seats are like quite reclined isn't it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But other than that, not much to trash about. Is it only me hating MBO? No, not really. My friend told me MBO is quite sucky too. So, yeay, we formed a club. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Till then, TA! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6098349180784688038-5992508004738564824?l=amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/5992508004738564824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2011/09/mbo-review-movies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/5992508004738564824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/5992508004738564824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2011/09/mbo-review-movies.html' title='MBO Review + Movies'/><author><name>Sun Moon Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07541132271210560885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--y9lS4yr7M4/TntNYj5p6GI/AAAAAAAABOU/IuJ87RyC1uA/s72-c/viva.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098349180784688038.post-1793305338377293540</id><published>2011-09-20T22:44:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T01:02:52.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ethical Choices</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mbcQYQzTNII/TnjG7L4NL6I/AAAAAAAABOE/g1t1jfCIeUI/s1600/thphail.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 128px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654488052266774434" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mbcQYQzTNII/TnjG7L4NL6I/AAAAAAAABOE/g1t1jfCIeUI/s400/thphail.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The wound on my knuckle turned into a nasty yellowish red colour. Is it getting well? Still hurts though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than this minor injury, I had another almost-fell-down-moment again. But this one revolves around my anjing, Juby who, plays like the world is gonna end and dashes here and there like a mad cow, or should I say, a mad dog and knock me and my grams and made us terpelanting or lintang pukang if that is even a correct phrase. Naughty naughty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I'm on my favourite subject, "Animals" did you read the newspaper (for me it was the Malaysian Dogs Deserved Better website) that 3 dogs were abused. 2 died and the other one was left to die? on the back of an open truck with a wire securing its mouth (WTF) and the left//right eye potruding out. It was mutherfucking super gross and scary. Here is the &lt;a href="http://tatiambia.blogspot.com/2011/09/dogs-tortured-alive-by-construction.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;link.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Some people just don't know how to do the right thing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The greatness of a nation and its moral progress can be judged by the way its animals are treated. Mahatma Gandhi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6098349180784688038-1793305338377293540?l=amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/1793305338377293540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2011/09/decision-making.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/1793305338377293540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/1793305338377293540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2011/09/decision-making.html' title='Ethical Choices'/><author><name>Sun Moon Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07541132271210560885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mbcQYQzTNII/TnjG7L4NL6I/AAAAAAAABOE/g1t1jfCIeUI/s72-c/thphail.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098349180784688038.post-4143585592167846222</id><published>2011-09-20T01:31:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T02:03:33.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New face</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wbGtLisXMNc/Tnd-mHQmQ_I/AAAAAAAABN8/ApOok48nxcI/s1600/Picture0707.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654127050435740658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wbGtLisXMNc/Tnd-mHQmQ_I/AAAAAAAABN8/ApOok48nxcI/s400/Picture0707.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; With Mr.Po (a doll I got in China) :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-31oCDM76lG0/Tnd-lzcmbTI/AAAAAAAABN0/GLvznY-6QfU/s1600/Picture0708.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654127045117373746" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-31oCDM76lG0/Tnd-lzcmbTI/AAAAAAAABN0/GLvznY-6QfU/s400/Picture0708.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nasty right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Finally. I changed the fucking old layout crap. Out the Old, in come the New. Yeah? Even though the new layout looked kinda dark, emo-ish, I'm totally aiming for maturity okay. I hope I did okay. No judgements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Few days back, after my night class, I was walking up the stairs to the parking lot and I slipped and fell. I'm not that clumsy in my defense but it was really dark, raining, wet and I was holding a big load. Plus an umbrealla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My knuckles *as you can see* scraped against the cement edge of the step and not only that, my right feet toe nails (2 toes) chipped and about a quarter of it came off. YUCKS!!!! I've to peel it off so yah, it was mutherfucking disgusting and scary. Luckily, there is no blood. Pheeew. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Other than that, I survived! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And whats up with the crazy weather nowadays. Thunder lighting and flood almost everyday. Causing more traffic jams, cold cold and wet weather (seems like we're living in England suddenly). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6098349180784688038-4143585592167846222?l=amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/4143585592167846222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2011/09/new-face.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/4143585592167846222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/4143585592167846222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2011/09/new-face.html' title='New face'/><author><name>Sun Moon Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07541132271210560885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wbGtLisXMNc/Tnd-mHQmQ_I/AAAAAAAABN8/ApOok48nxcI/s72-c/Picture0707.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098349180784688038.post-1025698354680001036</id><published>2011-09-19T22:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T00:38:48.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just kidding around</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1gq72-aY4_k/Tndv3I2M97I/AAAAAAAABNM/iswl7K-ywWI/s1600/SAM_0458.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H7ivo64WE4s/TndZcde78GI/AAAAAAAABNA/StHcfPPZMpg/s1600/demure"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654086202672541794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H7ivo64WE4s/TndZcde78GI/AAAAAAAABNA/StHcfPPZMpg/s400/demure" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My dad ban me from wearing shorts to school. How absurd is that right. I still think I looked fat in jeans, I have big hips. Or thighs. Or whatever it is. So anyways, in the picture, don't I looked demure? Soft spoken? Kind...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*awkward silence...SO! yesterday I went out with bestie and I just played a prank on him. Kinda a small prank lar not very effective cause I burst out laughing too early and gave the whole thing away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So there are couches for people waiting around in the mall; so he sat there while I went to the toilet. When I came out, apparently he wasn't really staring at my angle(point of view) so I tip toe and past behind him and grab his Iphone( he so conveniently put it on his shoulder//arm) and then I hid behind a pillar. His first reaction is; search around his body area.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thats when I squeled and gave the whole thing away. Damn! He was like "Eh, wth. Dropped where." Search search search. Me : Ahahahahahahaha!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I can't live without him. He makes me do mischieveous things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;TA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6098349180784688038-1025698354680001036?l=amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/1025698354680001036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2011/09/just-kidding-around.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/1025698354680001036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/1025698354680001036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2011/09/just-kidding-around.html' title='Just kidding around'/><author><name>Sun Moon Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07541132271210560885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H7ivo64WE4s/TndZcde78GI/AAAAAAAABNA/StHcfPPZMpg/s72-c/demure' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098349180784688038.post-2593886861263567955</id><published>2011-09-19T00:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T00:20:55.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Certain music requires certain situation</title><content type='html'>Many know I'm a huge fan of Coldplay, mainly because they are awesome. Duh. Songs are super duper romantic. So, when I listened to Sparks, yeay,, my fav song, it feels like (to me) crying. When I listen to this song, I think of my room, my bed and my ceiling. And my love one. Then I feel like crying because this is a love song, but in my case, love is only on one side. Sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you like a love song - Selena Gomez&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6098349180784688038-2593886861263567955?l=amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/2593886861263567955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2011/09/certain-music-requires-certain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/2593886861263567955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/2593886861263567955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2011/09/certain-music-requires-certain.html' title='Certain music requires certain situation'/><author><name>Sun Moon Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07541132271210560885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098349180784688038.post-851362842109693622</id><published>2011-09-15T23:52:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T00:14:47.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yuna @ 12th Sept</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9lUGQeek2fI/TnIgPGqv6jI/AAAAAAAABMw/26sTU8Lww3o/s1600/Yuna_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 261px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652615926163434034" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9lUGQeek2fI/TnIgPGqv6jI/AAAAAAAABMw/26sTU8Lww3o/s400/Yuna_4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2YazRzqBPHk/TnIgO2RswUI/AAAAAAAABMo/kkmRC69kIVE/s1600/yuna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652615921763402050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2YazRzqBPHk/TnIgO2RswUI/AAAAAAAABMo/kkmRC69kIVE/s400/yuna.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; back at the crib after her truly awesome show!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yunalis, or better known as YUNA is Malaysia proud baby singer-songwriter. Duh. I guessed most people who speaks English//conversed in Malay or educated in a malay school have heard about her. Can't say the same for chinese people because all they listen is to crappy chinese songs or Korean songs who no mutherfucker understands. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Of course I'm bullshitting this because I'm still in denial I'm a Chinese myself. Although, on most days I'm very thankful I'm not born as a Muslim or Indian or as an African. How racist can I be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Back to Yuna's gig, she was awesome. No other words to describe as she is nothing but oozing awesome. Her voice, marvelous. Her personality, friendly. Her apperance? Epic! She is freaking skinny and tall. Looks like a willow tree next to her band mates. And very pweety too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She performed at the Filmharmonic, KLCC on 12th and 13th, the 13th was an addtion since 12th sold out. Isn't she so sought after?!! I went with my bestie, who is a bigger fan than I'm. Truth to be told, I only known Yuna beginning of this year. And that was because of my younger sista. I'm a fat hypocrite. -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And we got awesome seats (gotta stop using the word awesome as it is getting way too annoying) because he bought the tickets a month ahead, practically on the day the gig start selling tixs. Told you, he is an obessed bitch.&lt;/span&gt; *Did I just call him bitch? ya....a...a..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, enough crapping. Didn't expect Malaysia to have so many high achievers. *Read today's STAR and an article about Zang Toi ending his haute couture show with Kirstie Allen. WHATTTTT!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6098349180784688038-851362842109693622?l=amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/851362842109693622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2011/09/yuna-12th-sept.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/851362842109693622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/851362842109693622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2011/09/yuna-12th-sept.html' title='Yuna @ 12th Sept'/><author><name>Sun Moon Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07541132271210560885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9lUGQeek2fI/TnIgPGqv6jI/AAAAAAAABMw/26sTU8Lww3o/s72-c/Yuna_4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098349180784688038.post-2297467372966692135</id><published>2011-09-13T12:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T13:50:06.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sem Break activities</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iDw4oGQ3Swc/Tm7th7WLsnI/AAAAAAAABMY/LZI_CFJQoZQ/s1600/sexy%2Bback.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651715749518750322" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iDw4oGQ3Swc/Tm7th7WLsnI/AAAAAAAABMY/LZI_CFJQoZQ/s400/sexy%2Bback.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; sexy back? LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YTYevvjjZNI/Tm7tfRZc3AI/AAAAAAAABMQ/GhT0A-mqzkQ/s1600/rainy%2Bmorning.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651715703898430466" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YTYevvjjZNI/Tm7tfRZc3AI/AAAAAAAABMQ/GhT0A-mqzkQ/s400/rainy%2Bmorning.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E1zgliQ7itA/Tm7tfA13r4I/AAAAAAAABMI/CLSZ3pecC5s/s1600/on%2Bthe%2Bbeach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651715699454226306" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E1zgliQ7itA/Tm7tfA13r4I/AAAAAAAABMI/CLSZ3pecC5s/s400/on%2Bthe%2Bbeach.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5F1bIMVJqgU/Tm7te70YNCI/AAAAAAAABMA/7zIbddun2Rw/s1600/me%2Band%2Bsista.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651715698105791522" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5F1bIMVJqgU/Tm7te70YNCI/AAAAAAAABMA/7zIbddun2Rw/s400/me%2Band%2Bsista.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1ONQebSZjec/Tm7tKT-zSII/AAAAAAAABL4/C3i18Lx3tP4/s1600/dinner%2Breservation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651715343814707330" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1ONQebSZjec/Tm7tKT-zSII/AAAAAAAABL4/C3i18Lx3tP4/s400/dinner%2Breservation.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; dinner reservation written on a leaf. How cool is that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2mnbg1etPB0/Tm7tKFytWOI/AAAAAAAABLw/IgEj3-DRJiQ/s1600/ceaser%2Bsalad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651715340005890274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2mnbg1etPB0/Tm7tKFytWOI/AAAAAAAABLw/IgEj3-DRJiQ/s400/ceaser%2Bsalad.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; my ceaser salad, sista's nachos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-argZFUYlE7U/Tm7tJiE7aWI/AAAAAAAABLo/0dchLCsB4oI/s1600/blue%2Bbeach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651715330418633058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-argZFUYlE7U/Tm7tJiE7aWI/AAAAAAAABLo/0dchLCsB4oI/s400/blue%2Bbeach.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;endless blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a7UPZqbkr5U/Tm7tJTgyiHI/AAAAAAAABLg/RU0sCZCNt0E/s1600/banan%2Bsplit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651715326508959858" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a7UPZqbkr5U/Tm7tJTgyiHI/AAAAAAAABLg/RU0sCZCNt0E/s400/banan%2Bsplit.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; banana split ice cream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WqJpe5Wi01A/Tm7tJAvmaSI/AAAAAAAABLY/G3ZOkMpjIHY/s1600/after%2Bspa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651715321470806306" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WqJpe5Wi01A/Tm7tJAvmaSI/AAAAAAAABLY/G3ZOkMpjIHY/s400/after%2Bspa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; after spa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;During my sem break, which started 3 weeks back and that only lasted for 2 weeks seems like an eternity. But time passed by so fast (like the light of speed) and suddenly bam! back to school. yeaps, I'm in my last sem for my year 2 degree. Isn't this very fast? It feels like the year is gonna end soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Of course I'm here not to talk about boring school activities but my awesome sem break! Lets see, I went shopping 3 times with the besties and I bought new clothes for the obvious reason, new semester. Duh !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I went for a short holiday bliss with my family at Tanjong Jara, Terengganu. It's under YTL hence the atmosphere is always very beachy, lotsa open air, environment friendly place. And of course the most important is the large crowd of Guai Lou. *drools. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*There was this young hip Guai Lou staying below my terrace. And so happens we went to the spa at the same time! But my daddy-o was sitting beside me and I don't dare to put on moves with my DAD sitting there! :(((&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hmmm, what else? I didn't really took pictures. My mum was the cam-whore queen there. All the pictures were in the camera. But I posted some pictures I took with my phone in Facebook. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Like I said, I went to the spa with my sista and dad. But my dad went for reflexology and both me and my sista went for face massages that also include arms and scalp massages. The coolest part was different spa activities are located at different cute little domes huts. Serious! So we were whisk off to a maze of huts and finally reach our own little private hut. I can't describe how awesome it was. The theme was very Baliness. So imagine yourself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Before the massages, we had rose water bath. It's actually not a bath, they just pour water on your head and say some hopes and praises? IDK. So many flowers were wasted. Like hundreds of bunga kekwa I dunno how to spell in English. I know, I suck :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh! I forgot to mention. It's a requirement to strip and not have a stitch on you but no worries, a sarong will be wrapped around your body. But no undies and at least a bikini top?! Heck NO! *had bad experience in previous times so I'm vaguely concious this time. Told them I'm wearing my bikini no matter what and yeay, they didn't argue with me. Pheeewwwww. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What else...? Food was amazing of course. 3 meals a day but I already feel bloated up after breakfast and then amazingly still have the stomach to munch lunch and dinner. Each course serves appetizers, main course and dessert. Urghhhh, appetizers alone has already taken 80% of my stomach space. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;On the first day, I remember I ate ceaser salad with bacons which doesn't taste like bacons but some what like medium well-done chucks of steaks. -.-?? Delicious lar! main course was club sandwich which is beef jerky, bacons and cheese cheese cheese. And for dessert, 3 scoops of Haagen Dazz ice-cream. YUMS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The next day lunch was pretty much the same. Lotsa nice food to pile on. The concept is pretty much the same except dinner where on the first night, we ate rice with laut-laut. *Chinese dishes. Second night we ate steamboat under a veranda in the open air where OMG! WTF lotsa water flies *sui ngai* were everywhere on the floor, the pillars, on my table, on me! urgh, body shaking gross.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Breakfast is buffet style with freshly squeezed either orange juice or watermelon juice. The most amazing detox trip ever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Moving on, there is literally nothing to do there. There is the beach, the pool, well pretty much it. Nothing else except there is Wifi everywhere. Thank goodness fior that or I probably died of boredom. I spent my morning snoozing and then proceed to the library with my lappie which is again, open air so it is very cooling and serene. I love it. And then in the evening, I will go to the pool and have a walk on the beach with my sista. we didn't socialize with others because we're losers. :((( No lar, mostly all old people or adults with young kids. I seldom see young guys especially the hip guai low from the terrace below. damn. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I guessed this sums up the things I did in the trip. Pretty lame. All I do is sleep, eat and online. Something I often do at home. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6098349180784688038-2297467372966692135?l=amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/2297467372966692135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2011/09/sem-break-activities.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/2297467372966692135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/2297467372966692135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2011/09/sem-break-activities.html' title='Sem Break activities'/><author><name>Sun Moon Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07541132271210560885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iDw4oGQ3Swc/Tm7th7WLsnI/AAAAAAAABMY/LZI_CFJQoZQ/s72-c/sexy%2Bback.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098349180784688038.post-6276721634794106346</id><published>2011-09-09T12:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T13:02:30.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Obessive Complusive Crazy Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When I woke up this afternoon, precisely at 12pm I was debating whether to switch on my computer for a lil bit of facebook and blogging. To my suprise, FB put a smile on me and I can't stop grinning. I heard my fav singer, Mindy Gledhill, song being feature in Michelle Phan video. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Btw, this is Mindy Gledhill "All About Your Heart"&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tGsU4vuJAIo"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;link&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;. Currently my favourite song in my playlists. :) To tell you the truth, I only listen to Indie music because they have the element of purity, not commercialize/ and the lyrics are just pure awesome!!! la la la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mindy Gledhill, you inspire me &amp;lt;3 I feel so great after listening to your songs. You put a smile on me and your songs make sense unlike others. These songs made me being more in love and I just wanna run out and shout to the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=URR_4i5gIFU&amp;amp;feature=list_related&amp;amp;playnext=1&amp;amp;list=AVGxdCwVVULXcsNh6f70NSk_oJqTbYFcDH"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;whole wide world that I've great big plans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6098349180784688038-6276721634794106346?l=amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/6276721634794106346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2011/09/obessive-complusive-crazy-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/6276721634794106346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/6276721634794106346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2011/09/obessive-complusive-crazy-love.html' title='Obessive Complusive Crazy Love'/><author><name>Sun Moon Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07541132271210560885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098349180784688038.post-9025418367566481768</id><published>2011-09-08T21:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T21:57:53.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone commented on my Romance is over rated post</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Based on the above title, we can conclude that my blog is certainly not a gamma-hit site. Yippee yippee yeay yeay. I dunno who the heck *she was but I'm happy I'm getting readers outside the social circle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This *anoymous lady posted a story about her love life; which is a pretty long comment. Quite interesting to learnt that she and her bf got engaged after the initial break up. Love works both ways, side ways and upside down I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh well. Cheers to the world. Different people different opinion. Thats what I always say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6098349180784688038-9025418367566481768?l=amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/9025418367566481768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2011/09/someone-commented-on-my-romance-is-over.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/9025418367566481768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/9025418367566481768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2011/09/someone-commented-on-my-romance-is-over.html' title='Someone commented on my Romance is over rated post'/><author><name>Sun Moon Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07541132271210560885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098349180784688038.post-2938603720035141907</id><published>2011-09-07T20:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T20:25:06.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My high school classmate became a mother</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Heck! I only found out through Facebook, which actually happened many days ago I think. I'm not close to her but I knew her since Form 2...I think. Or 3? or just whatever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wow. She is athe same age with me and she is a mother. That sounds HUGE! Being 20 is the most amazing age to enjoy life before turning 21 when I can finally enter Genting's casino without the curi-curi merangkak masuk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So anyways, what I really meant is do you have to have a kid so early into the marriage? (yeaps, they got married this year and the groom was from the same primary school as me) so basically I actually know both of them. But they don't do so well in school so oh well... based on this statement we can gather what type of people they are. I'm so evil for hinting that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Being a parent at such a young age will only contribute to more frustrations and boredom into the family home in near future. Thats why, don't have kids until you're like 30 or something. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6098349180784688038-2938603720035141907?l=amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/2938603720035141907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-high-school-classmate-became-mother.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/2938603720035141907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/2938603720035141907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-high-school-classmate-became-mother.html' title='My high school classmate became a mother'/><author><name>Sun Moon Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07541132271210560885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098349180784688038.post-4905725802831684238</id><published>2011-09-03T13:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T13:11:55.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c-mxRm2bsOE/TmG26qOipzI/AAAAAAAABLQ/QNWGqCjS8ns/s1600/love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 307px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647996526583260978" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c-mxRm2bsOE/TmG26qOipzI/AAAAAAAABLQ/QNWGqCjS8ns/s400/love.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Its so hard to tell someone you fell in love with *them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6098349180784688038-4905725802831684238?l=amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/4905725802831684238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2011/09/its-so-hard-to-tell-someone-you-fell-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/4905725802831684238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/4905725802831684238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2011/09/its-so-hard-to-tell-someone-you-fell-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Sun Moon Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07541132271210560885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c-mxRm2bsOE/TmG26qOipzI/AAAAAAAABLQ/QNWGqCjS8ns/s72-c/love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098349180784688038.post-3004782464893878514</id><published>2011-08-28T21:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T21:51:22.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Raya Getaway 2011 - TANJONG JARA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nMTCLZ91gIc/TlpHaIdP5aI/AAAAAAAABLI/AnGDFwzlpIM/s1600/Picture0675.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645903597134669218" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nMTCLZ91gIc/TlpHaIdP5aI/AAAAAAAABLI/AnGDFwzlpIM/s400/Picture0675.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I wanna thank the good Lord and my parents for bringing the family to Tanjong Jara Beach Resort. It's indeed a luxury to relax in one of the most serene places in Malaysia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is only a short post. I just wanna... gloat. Ahahaha. Thats what I do best. And if you're wondering why am I blogging in the bathroom, mainly because the wifi signal is stronger in here compared to the bedroom. Plus the toilet is massive, it's even bigger than my own room back home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6098349180784688038-3004782464893878514?l=amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/3004782464893878514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2011/08/raya-getaway-2011-tanjong-jara.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/3004782464893878514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/3004782464893878514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2011/08/raya-getaway-2011-tanjong-jara.html' title='Raya Getaway 2011 - TANJONG JARA'/><author><name>Sun Moon Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07541132271210560885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nMTCLZ91gIc/TlpHaIdP5aI/AAAAAAAABLI/AnGDFwzlpIM/s72-c/Picture0675.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098349180784688038.post-2484726909255974971</id><published>2011-08-26T20:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T21:03:07.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haagen Dazs Fondue</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ffWqGxCWhdA/TleV8le_FiI/AAAAAAAABJo/EVppGrESet4/s1600/haagen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645145526018971170" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ffWqGxCWhdA/TleV8le_FiI/AAAAAAAABJo/EVppGrESet4/s400/haagen.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Check me out. Isn't this great? I jussssst love to bask in the glory of showing off. :)))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Many people heard of it but never dare to try it out. (I'm one for an example) mainly because the brand has already set some fear into the pocket already. I thought this fondue costs over RM100 but truth to be told, it's only RM64.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It has 3 types of fruits (bananas, strawberries and apple) and shortcakes (as you can see, it's the yellow cubes next to the cookies) Chipsmore cookies (seriously, wtf) some love letters, a bowl of chopped peanuts and 4 varieties of ice cream and each flavour has 4 balls. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;On a side note, I think it was 4 flavours, because I wasn't paying attention. And theres the fondue choc which hardens up very quick. My incident was the ice cream ball was dipped into the foundue and I let it set on my plate and guessed what, the whole thing was like 'elephant glued' to my plate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But I heard Baskin Robbins serves the choc fondue at half the price. BR suits people like me. Unemployed. Living with the parents. On a fixed allowance. But after all, I'M ONLY A STUDENT. Ta!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6098349180784688038-2484726909255974971?l=amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/2484726909255974971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2011/08/haagen-daaz-fondue.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/2484726909255974971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/2484726909255974971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2011/08/haagen-daaz-fondue.html' title='Haagen Dazs Fondue'/><author><name>Sun Moon Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07541132271210560885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ffWqGxCWhdA/TleV8le_FiI/AAAAAAAABJo/EVppGrESet4/s72-c/haagen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098349180784688038.post-531422893166187711</id><published>2011-08-25T22:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T22:28:51.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Liese Mocha Orange</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ESEuO8Bum7k/TlZbwGBZ6KI/AAAAAAAABJg/ajsPgV0IJV4/s1600/lse_funwaricolor_02_img_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 280px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644800064763848866" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ESEuO8Bum7k/TlZbwGBZ6KI/AAAAAAAABJg/ajsPgV0IJV4/s400/lse_funwaricolor_02_img_l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5PfcBLFIsTo/TlZbUPgjP6I/AAAAAAAABJY/YJF1G7XWZho/s1600/waves.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644799586274066338" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5PfcBLFIsTo/TlZbUPgjP6I/AAAAAAAABJY/YJF1G7XWZho/s400/waves.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hair in the morning before I head out window shopping with the babes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No one is oblivious to this brand I hope. Unless maybe, you're a nerd, lives under a rock in the cave..ha ha. I've been meaning to try this brand for so... forever? Since it made its debut last year. I first saw the advertorial in Dawn Yang's blog, (I swear, I'm on XiaXue side) and I've been mesmerize ever since. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This hair dye, is supposedly super easy to use and effective as well. So I've been meaning on using it but I received some nasty and just moderate reviwes about this. So i was kinda hesitant to try it out. but long story cut short.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I finally used it today! can I hear some "yeay Amanda"???. After all, I'm finally putting my foot forward. Mocha Orange has caught my eye ever since I went to check this brand out in Watsons. SaSa is selling it @RM38 but I heard Watsons//Guardian//Caring is selling it cheaper. @@?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I personally don't think it is 'that' easy to use. Maybe I'm handicapped or something but it seems like my hair did not foam up as the model in the pamplet. I'm afraid that if I apply all, my hair is gonna fall off. Cause the smell is really gross and amonic. I just apply until my hair is wet but no foam is visible on it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After 30min or so, I rinse it off and apply the 'super-kedekut-conditioner' they provide. Seriously, that pea sized amount is not even enough for a pixie cut. So I improvised a bit and applied Sunsilk Hair Damage repair mask. My hair isn't dried up yet so I will post about the colour tomorrow. Hopefully the dye turn out awesome and I don't look like an orange cone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;P:S :: I was scared out of my wits when I was massaging my hair with the foam dye and when I ran my fingers through my hairs, HAIRS as in, countless strands of hair fell out. I was immeadietly WTFFFF ing. Maybe it's normal. Hopefully I'm just overacting because, seriously, everyone hairs falls during hair wash, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6098349180784688038-531422893166187711?l=amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/531422893166187711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2011/08/liese-mocha-orange.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/531422893166187711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/531422893166187711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2011/08/liese-mocha-orange.html' title='Liese Mocha Orange'/><author><name>Sun Moon Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07541132271210560885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ESEuO8Bum7k/TlZbwGBZ6KI/AAAAAAAABJg/ajsPgV0IJV4/s72-c/lse_funwaricolor_02_img_l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098349180784688038.post-8225992257546216912</id><published>2011-08-23T00:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T01:14:54.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Blues? NOT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time to bowl! flexing muscle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P2x6ltqOFpY/TlKJu1gAxaI/AAAAAAAABIw/U40F0CCCXhA/s1600/bowling_logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643724720776988066" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P2x6ltqOFpY/TlKJu1gAxaI/AAAAAAAABIw/U40F0CCCXhA/s400/bowling_logo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Went to Ampang Point joint with bestie for a friendly bowling match which ended up pretty funneh because I won, 5 games hands down. Of course I'm not saying I'm a good player myself but whatever also I'm better than him lor. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;He is so damn pissed off weh. I guessed if someone lost 5 games, naturally just feel like stranggling me lor. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-APoqUf247G8/TlKL01wAuAI/AAAAAAAABI4/fCbWAQ7-JWs/s1600/korean.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643727022946564098" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-APoqUf247G8/TlKL01wAuAI/AAAAAAAABI4/fCbWAQ7-JWs/s400/korean.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Went to Korean Village for dinner afterwards and this is my second time eating Korean food.!Seriously, Koreans really like sour-ish spicy *body shaking* salty marination. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And last weekend I went to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Maise7tM0x8/TlKL8YMgWQI/AAAAAAAABJA/xUQv2XFZjYY/s1600/padi%2Bhouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643727152451967234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Maise7tM0x8/TlKL8YMgWQI/AAAAAAAABJA/xUQv2XFZjYY/s400/padi%2Bhouse.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; OMG! There is a fish pond. I love it! It's so airy and nature and the food is just great. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And who doesn't love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 255px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643727155725955106" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KhVOooaP3yA/TlKL8kZFcCI/AAAAAAAABJI/QxutAczYzxU/s400/snowflake.jpg" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Snow flake in Kuchai Lama makes it so easy to have access to the scrumptious o-la-la desserts. I used to only able to eat such delights when I went to Pavilion and now, I can hop in my car and drive less than 10km away from my school to eat. Neat!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I wish everyday my life is so busy and awesome. I hope I will never end up working in a boring office and not living my life to the fullest. I don't want to waste my youth in front of the PC, sit inside a 4 wall cubicle. Grrrr! Internship again in another few months :(((&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6098349180784688038-8225992257546216912?l=amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/8225992257546216912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2011/08/monday-blues-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/8225992257546216912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/8225992257546216912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2011/08/monday-blues-not.html' title='Monday Blues? NOT'/><author><name>Sun Moon Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07541132271210560885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P2x6ltqOFpY/TlKJu1gAxaI/AAAAAAAABIw/U40F0CCCXhA/s72-c/bowling_logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098349180784688038.post-826549603710182386</id><published>2011-08-23T00:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T00:40:33.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ROMANCE IS OVER-RATED at some point in the life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I guessed not everyone can handle break ups very well. No matter if you're a young fool, in your twenties, thirties..etc, somehow some way 90% of those hearts broken idiots will wanna ask for second chances. Not that I meant second chances are exclusive to those that are fools, in some relationships, second chances are mandatory like for an example, relationships that has lasted for some time already. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;However, funny thing is, second chances can't be granted to flings. Yup, a fling is what I considered if the relationship lasted for less than a few months. (Less than 3 months) is quite appropriate to fall into the fling category. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I know many can't help to ask for another second chance so let's start from the beginning to the very root problem. Alright, once someone breaks up with you, you feel humiliated (&lt;em&gt;duh!&lt;/em&gt;), sad (&lt;em&gt;need I even say more&lt;/em&gt;?), angry (&lt;em&gt;yah, you're probably cursing that-stupid- fat-bitch if you're a guy // that-son-of-a-bitch for the ladies)&lt;/em&gt;, revengeful, confuse, melodramatic...etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;There is only 3 ways to respond to a break up. Method 1, probably the most famous, widely used of all methods is; continuously sobbing and begging for another (after countless) second chance yet again. It's understandable if you do so. It's only human nature. Method 2, also quite famous, which is after the break up, you and the other half do not communicate (some may even retort to childish stuff like shutting off the phone; right?) for a brief period, which most probably lasted the most; a day and then on the very next day//hour//minute, you go sobbing back to the arms of whoever idiot you're dating. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Method 3, my favourite method of all time. After the break up, THERE ARE NO MORE // ZERO // NADA COMMUNICATION between two parties. Maybe both have already come into conclusion that the relationship is not meant to last, or both parties have come to an agreement to end things maturely like you know, grownups do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Of course, if indeed method 3 is used, involuntarily you will feel like why isn't the other party contacting you? Suddenly you will be overwhelmed with insecurities such as, "OMG! Maybe he is so cool about the break up because he has a mistress…", or " *wails!* I'm too fat that's why he is so glad we broke up", or even "I'm not a good gf, therefore not having a significant impact on his life, &lt;em&gt;therefore&lt;/em&gt;, not worth chasing back *waaaaaaaaails*".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;It's okay to feel that way. Humans are insecure bunch of vain pots. It's only human nature. And I guessed a lot of people also can't help stalking other people. It gives me the creeps, I won't think of it that you're just being concern or caring. Of course stalking the other party is now very easy as compared to the olden days where you have to wear a black trench coat and tiptoe like the old Hollywood movies do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;FACEBOOK, BLOGGER, Foursquare, TWITTER..etc makes stalking as easy as 1,2,3 a,b,c. The *obsessed person will monitor all your daily ins and outs without you even having the slightest clue! and he/she might even be plotting something revengeful. Hows that for privacy and security huh. Of course you must be real dumb if you think the old flame will not stalk you in cyber world a.k.a Facebook. I even bet you're probably stalking someone right this minute. Nothing to be embarrassed about. I stalk &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;crush &lt;/em&gt;most of the time as well. *opppps &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I guessed what I'm trying to say is that; you have to act maturely after breaking up. You can try to prove whatever it's you trying to amend but please, try to do it with dignity. Do not use threats to obtain approval because that is just plain lame, is considered a felony crime and might even be threaten back if the other party plays dirtier than you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;There are no good ways to deal with break ups. Break ups are naturally a sad occasion thus just try to make things better by not aggravating the tension, the anger in within. Of course the best way is to cut off all communication if you're already determined to break up. But nobody is &lt;strong&gt;Barney&lt;/strong&gt; from &lt;strong&gt;How I met your mother&lt;/strong&gt; so unless you're a serial killer//rapist//paedophile, most likely nobody can just cut off all communication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;The best way to deal with break up (in my opinion) is with lotsa comedy, snacks (but control that urge to wolf down everything in sight or you'll be that fat bitch that nobody is gonna regret breaking up with, you wanna make the other party feel like a complete loser if so chances you guys meet up again), and go out, have fun. Enjoy life again. Being single opens up doors to more excitement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Of course it is easier said than done. Being dumped makes people do foolish things that in time, they'll end up regretting. &lt;strong&gt;Do whatever it is you wanna do, but remember, do it with dignity &lt;/strong&gt;or else, suffer the consequences of people LMAO on you being a loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;TA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6098349180784688038-826549603710182386?l=amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/826549603710182386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2011/08/romance-is-over-rated-at-some-point-in.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/826549603710182386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/826549603710182386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2011/08/romance-is-over-rated-at-some-point-in.html' title='ROMANCE IS OVER-RATED at some point in the life.'/><author><name>Sun Moon Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07541132271210560885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098349180784688038.post-758586357684381439</id><published>2011-08-23T00:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T00:41:16.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SELF PRIDE IS OVER-RATED, LOL.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=""&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I guessed this is the fifth time I've an intense crush on someone. What do you mean by a crush? I'm no longer a teenager; a crush seems like an appropriate to put things into perspective. I feel like I'm in love, but then in love too sound too intense. Is there any word that represents between a crush and being in love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;The very first crush I had was when I was 12 and I do regret my young naïve actions. All of this crazy puppy love did not have a happy ending though. Young and air headed but now I'm an almost an adult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Things are different now. When you're an adult, taking chances seems like a good idea on a certain level but then, when you think of the consequences, cowardice creeps like a fat bastard. I'm no longer a kid, truth to be told.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I'm gonna be 'legal' next year and every move seem to be under the microscope. No such thing like I'm famous or what-so-ever, but I got so much to lose if one wrong move is taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;But it is so hard to contain such high level of anxiety within such a small cavity of mine. How do you snuff out the flame of love once it's lighted and it's burning ever so feverish? *And the flame continue to be burning for many months now. They say when you meet the 'one' you see fireworks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Okaaaay, might be quite far-fetched or maybe it's true and I don't see explosions of pretty lights because I've not met the 'one' yet. The world has 7 billion people *according to an article in the paper* by the end of the year and when and how in the world will I meet my soul mate when there are freaking 7 billion people out there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Obviously half of 7 billion will be girls and considering I'm a straight female, I'm gonna +- and able to get about 3.5 billion people out there. So also (–) the old, the sick, the underage, the blacks and the Muslims, give and take only left like 1 billion hot blooded guys out there. And even half of them will have partners so the overall figure left out there will only be 500mil single, possibly not black, Muslim, old, sick and underage guys. Oh, and minus about half out of 250mil for those that are sane, educated and possibly not into kinky stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And they're scatter all over the world! Can I look for the 'one' closer to home? Best of all if he is living around the corner. Knows me who I am. Doesn't judge. Is freaking awesome in his own way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;GAH! I hate the feeling of having a crush. It's so overwhelming and is driving me crazy. I'm gutsy but don't own balls to do crazy things like kiss now, suffer whatever humiliating there is later. I wanna be like in the movies. I wanna be the one who just tell the guy face to face, doe-eyed and staring straight at the eyes, that I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Okay, maybe not &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt; you since &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt; is such an intense word. See, cowardice. If only I live under a rock in a cave under the sea then I might not know what cowardice is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;So I'm currently listening to Leona Lewis- Forgive Me. Lotsa words of encouragement to do the right thing, taking chances. If only life was so easy. If only I'm not made out of a wall of solid self pride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Last song to sum up my love galore, Thinking-of-you from some unknown singer. TA! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6098349180784688038-758586357684381439?l=amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/758586357684381439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2011/08/self-pride-is-over-rated-lol.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/758586357684381439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/758586357684381439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2011/08/self-pride-is-over-rated-lol.html' title='SELF PRIDE IS OVER-RATED, LOL.'/><author><name>Sun Moon Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07541132271210560885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098349180784688038.post-3091515977909307315</id><published>2011-08-18T22:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T23:10:50.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday bliss</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MvL7ewpFQZ4/Tk0qPshQLkI/AAAAAAAABIo/kHAGnEEE9CQ/s1600/299838_10150281791207086_830657085_7521421_131803_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642212357302136386" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MvL7ewpFQZ4/Tk0qPshQLkI/AAAAAAAABIo/kHAGnEEE9CQ/s400/299838_10150281791207086_830657085_7521421_131803_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I stared at the typical chinese calender at home just now and counted the very precious days of sem break I have. A total of 18 days. On one side of my mind, it feels like eternity boredom since most of everyone is going back hometown for the long break, and since *i have only very few friends... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But on the other hand, it's the holidays. Raya, merdeka. Summer escape to sand, beach and sea. Lotsa of sunshine awaiting for me to soak in. Bliss... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I got an endless list of chores to do. Clean house, wash my oily (yes, oily, I dunno where the oil came from) car and SHOPPING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Putting that aside, a little about my last paper today. Oh gosh, didn't have enough time to finish my accounting questions. Almost 90% done, was racing *literally* against the slow mo of *what do you call those people who collect your answer sheets? Haih. First time FIRST TIME I failed to complete my &lt;em&gt;final&lt;/em&gt; paper. Oh well, everything has a first. Happy holidays !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6098349180784688038-3091515977909307315?l=amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/3091515977909307315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2011/08/holiday-bliss.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/3091515977909307315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/3091515977909307315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2011/08/holiday-bliss.html' title='Holiday bliss'/><author><name>Sun Moon Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07541132271210560885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MvL7ewpFQZ4/Tk0qPshQLkI/AAAAAAAABIo/kHAGnEEE9CQ/s72-c/299838_10150281791207086_830657085_7521421_131803_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098349180784688038.post-1918363718424565340</id><published>2011-08-15T20:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T20:46:26.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Germs are everywhere! Everyone is either sick or gonna be sick. I can't afford to be sick for now. I still have 3 more papers to go! This is what I called &lt;em&gt;speed&lt;/em&gt; finals. A paper each day keeps my mind from staying stable. _say it like you say, an apple a day keeps the doctor away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fingers cross! byes :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6098349180784688038-1918363718424565340?l=amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/1918363718424565340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2011/08/germs-are-everywhere-everyone-is-either.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/1918363718424565340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/1918363718424565340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2011/08/germs-are-everywhere-everyone-is-either.html' title=''/><author><name>Sun Moon Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07541132271210560885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098349180784688038.post-2301531548867192920</id><published>2011-08-13T14:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T15:09:40.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marriage, kids...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HY7AYXErhdc/TkYeZFxKvkI/AAAAAAAABIg/8fVya5bnFD8/s1600/mexican.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640228999722090050" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HY7AYXErhdc/TkYeZFxKvkI/AAAAAAAABIg/8fVya5bnFD8/s400/mexican.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Olla!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No good pictures lately. Will try my best not to bore you guys with words only. :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Papi, the baby boy we had foster in the past week went to a better home yesterday night. His new parents came all the way from Kepong to fetch him. I hope this means they really care for dogs. Papi, fell ill since Monday and he show signs of getting well on Thursday; but yesterday, it feels like he is leaving this mortal world any minute. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Continous prayers for him, anyone reading this. I want him to grow big and live till a very old age and die of natural old age. I miss this tiny furry naughty pup. Such a cutie pie. I can honestly tell you, I don't mind having dogs as my children compared to real kids. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;children are too noisy, sticky, demanding. If I were to have a kid, which is preferbably a tiny baby girl, I'm so gonna put her on a strict education. Ballet for starters. Good posture and flexibility. Tiny and slim figure. Piano &amp;amp; violin &amp;amp; guitar. International schooling. To have proper language speaking. And obviously, mandarin classes on the side. So as not to be a bore like her dear old mum (me!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dream dream dream. Even though I tell everyone who would listen that I hate hate hate kids, doesn't mean I don't wanna have a few. I seriously don't wanna die alone and have a childless marriage. Staying married already requires a lot of effort. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Staying married for the forst few years might be still on the excitement level, but... after more than 10 years together, after all the daily routines, can anyone stay sane?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6098349180784688038-2301531548867192920?l=amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/2301531548867192920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2011/08/marriage-kids.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/2301531548867192920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/2301531548867192920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2011/08/marriage-kids.html' title='Marriage, kids...'/><author><name>Sun Moon Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07541132271210560885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HY7AYXErhdc/TkYeZFxKvkI/AAAAAAAABIg/8fVya5bnFD8/s72-c/mexican.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098349180784688038.post-3330500548867204169</id><published>2011-08-09T11:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T12:04:22.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Past week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A lot has happened for the past week...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2H_GARVzNsc/TkCs2RJg-lI/AAAAAAAABIQ/46cIGuAVp-s/s1600/puppy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638696781784087122" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2H_GARVzNsc/TkCs2RJg-lI/AAAAAAAABIQ/46cIGuAVp-s/s400/puppy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A new puppy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fxlrb4eGT4k/TkCs2cGQE0I/AAAAAAAABII/jEWVqzMkzQs/s1600/me%2Band%2Bpuppy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638696784723186498" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fxlrb4eGT4k/TkCs2cGQE0I/AAAAAAAABII/jEWVqzMkzQs/s400/me%2Band%2Bpuppy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sadly, he is not mine. A family adopted him already. I wish you well Puppy-san.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3PasEUs0G2g/TkCs2Gqoq9I/AAAAAAAABIA/wvWLcaq59OQ/s1600/me%2Band%2Balison.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638696778970213330" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3PasEUs0G2g/TkCs2Gqoq9I/AAAAAAAABIA/wvWLcaq59OQ/s400/me%2Band%2Balison.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Me and my sista.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Look alike? 6-year difference&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8bm9bT262Rg/TkCs12thCuI/AAAAAAAABH4/HlMmGSf0_hE/s1600/deprived%2Bof%2Bfood.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638696774687328994" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8bm9bT262Rg/TkCs12thCuI/AAAAAAAABH4/HlMmGSf0_hE/s400/deprived%2Bof%2Bfood.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;lastly, this is my best buddy. Look at him attacking the sandwich!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;been friends for 5 years and still counting, although I'm friends with his mum for much longer than with him. Probably12 years if I were to count till present time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In the weekend, we watched Hangover Part II. The movie is the bomb, period. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SYwol3Upw4A/TkCxR40c7oI/AAAAAAAABIY/5yPkArZlxno/s1600/The-Hangover-2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638701654336138882" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SYwol3Upw4A/TkCxR40c7oI/AAAAAAAABIY/5yPkArZlxno/s400/The-Hangover-2.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And before the movie, we went fish feeding @1U. The best part was we saw a very big tortoise, who seemlingly is attracted to Darren. But, it is very pitiful lor. Why so?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ANIMAL FACT!&lt;/strong&gt; Tortoises needs a place to sun//rest themselves, preferbably on a rock, a place where water can't constantly touch them. If they're in the water for too long, their flippers will cramp thus causing them to drown. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I noticed there is no rock for the tortoise to have a rest, let alone able to sun itself. The tortoise is quite big though, maybe it has live for a long time in the pond and is quite used to swimming 24/7. Fingers cross!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Animals are the best!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And lastly, I wish everyone well in Finals! All the best kawans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6098349180784688038-3330500548867204169?l=amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/3330500548867204169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2011/08/past-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/3330500548867204169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/3330500548867204169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2011/08/past-week.html' title='Past week'/><author><name>Sun Moon Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07541132271210560885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2H_GARVzNsc/TkCs2RJg-lI/AAAAAAAABIQ/46cIGuAVp-s/s72-c/puppy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098349180784688038.post-2269634740224801428</id><published>2011-08-03T20:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T21:34:44.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW CAR EXCITEMENT</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;even though not even mine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;About, I believe 3 months ago, I blogged about my friend new car purchase of a Ford Fiesta. Well, he finally got his car yesterday! Yeay!!! I was also very excited because I was with him when he went to test drive and I was also with him when he went to take the car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Which is make possible because of me! I purposely drove him to PJ even though I was still in school. Indeed, there is no denying I'm a gooood and briliant friend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We were rushing but we got stuck in traffic, lost for almost an hour and got even more lost after all the mis-turns and streets. *I saw so mnay bangalows in PJ. Huge huge mansions. So pwetty I'm so jealous. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Alas, reach Ford showroom just in time. My friend and his *oh-so-calm-composure*-but actually he himself very darn excited inside practically jumped out of my still-moving car to race to his new love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*New toilet bowl. chiuuu. Ahahahaa. The car is very pwetty and cool and very blue. And he won the self-racing back to home. I can't believe lor!!! I thought I was faster than him*because we took different highways, but he has already reach my place. Ok, I wasn't that bad. I was only, lets see, 5 cars behind like that only. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I love his car, but my future car would be better than his! Mini cooper, wait for me. I'll have you ASAP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6098349180784688038-2269634740224801428?l=amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/2269634740224801428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2011/08/new-car-excitement.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/2269634740224801428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/2269634740224801428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2011/08/new-car-excitement.html' title='NEW CAR EXCITEMENT'/><author><name>Sun Moon Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07541132271210560885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098349180784688038.post-2595544264758329965</id><published>2011-08-01T11:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T11:54:22.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Such a messed up week. Was down with food poisoning since Wednesday but thank God I'm healed by today. I think, I've broken my own track record for going to toilet the most times. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It was kinda serious because normally people heal by the next day but mine prolong until Saturday so I had no choice but to go and see teh doctor which is soooooooooooooo embarassing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh well, thats the past! I'm more cautious of outside food for now. I think it was the secret Recipe raspberry cheese cake and coffee I consumed for tea on Wednesday and followed by a cup of pasar malam fruit juice. Totally a recipe for disaster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ona brighter note, it's August already! Did I say brighter? I meant, duller, more horrifying month again. Assignments all due by this week, finals starting next week and then........ SEM BREAK!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Holiday in the sun! *teehee. Can't wait for month end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What???? Raya ma... Merdeka ma... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LOL, as if I care. I care most is the sun, the beach, the sea. But in the mean time, no more outings, movies, makan makan. :( Time to whip out the books and start revising and be a N.E.R.D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Before I go, I'm gonna squeeze in a post about the new opening of the Tokyo Street in Pavilion. I was totally flabbergasted once the escalator reach the top floor. Because I wasn't staring straight ahead, I was talking to my friend and staring down the floors below and once I reached the top, my first reaction was, "Where are we?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Did I ride a magic escalator and be transported to Tokyo Land? LOL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My favourite store opened there as well! DAISO. Where I can buy cheap stationaries. Everything is RM5. My latest purchase was a beach hat (LOL) water guns (LOL LOL LOL) and stationaries. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I wanna have water fight, water balloon fights etc...A fun way to celebrate Malaysia all-year-aroundsummer. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For now, study!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6098349180784688038-2595544264758329965?l=amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/2595544264758329965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2011/08/such-messed-up-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/2595544264758329965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/2595544264758329965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2011/08/such-messed-up-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Sun Moon Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07541132271210560885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098349180784688038.post-8975418482760396502</id><published>2011-07-29T11:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T12:02:08.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HOWDY! I'M IN TAX LECTURE CLASS AND I HAVE AN UPSET STOMACH AGAIN. PARTLY DUE TO THE COMBINATION OF SECRET RECIPE CHEESE CAKE AND COFFEE AND JUICE FROM 3 DIFFERENT VEGES. HAIYOH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6098349180784688038-8975418482760396502?l=amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/8975418482760396502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2011/07/howdy-im-in-tax-lecture-class-and-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/8975418482760396502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/8975418482760396502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2011/07/howdy-im-in-tax-lecture-class-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Sun Moon Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07541132271210560885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098349180784688038.post-257599020379770459</id><published>2011-07-25T00:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T00:20:23.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Huge sigh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is always so unpredictable. One minute you're having the time of your life and by the next hour, you're so frustrated you just wanna go commit suicide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My car. My father's car. Both also having PMS and decided to cause troubles. Can't even deal with this. &lt;strong&gt;FML&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6098349180784688038-257599020379770459?l=amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/257599020379770459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2011/07/huge-sigh-life-is-always-so.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/257599020379770459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/257599020379770459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2011/07/huge-sigh-life-is-always-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Sun Moon Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07541132271210560885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098349180784688038.post-2483219464084687719</id><published>2011-07-22T16:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T16:56:56.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BIG SIGH... I'M STUCK IN THE SCHOOL LIBRARY YET AGAIN BECAUSE OF ASSIGNMENTS. *SUPPOSEDLY TO DO ASSIGNMENTS, BUT ALL MY 'SO-CALLED' FRIENDS DUMPED ME. :( BOOHOOHOO. ONE WENT BACK HOME, ANOTHER DELAYED TILL NEXT WEEK AND THE LAST ONE IS IN THE GYM. WHICH PRACTICALLY SUMS UP MY DAY. LEFT ALONE IN THE LIBRARY WITH MOUNTAIN HIGH ACCOUNTING AND TAXATION BOOKS AND NOTES. AND WORST OF ALL, I'M FEELING SO DROWSY AFTER ANOTHERE DELICIOUS HEAVY LUNCH. BUT I CAN'T GO TO SLEEP NOW. I'M A GIRL, SITTING ALONE IN THE LIBRARY. VERY UNLADY-LIKE. AND WHAT I HATE ABOUT LIBRARY ARE THOSE CREAKING CHAIRS. I HAD HALF MY MIND TO TELL THIS GUY OFF BECAUSE THERE ARE LIKE A ZILLION OTHER CHAIRS AVAIABLE BUT HE KEPT SITTING ON THE CHAIR THAT MAKES THE MOST HORRIBLE CREAKING SOUND EVERYTIME HE MOVES. WHICH IS LIKE; EVERY FEW SECONDS. FINALLY HE FUCK OFF SOMEWHERE. GOOD THING NOW I'M LEFT WITH THIS AFRICAN GUY LISTENING TO MUSIC AMPLIFIED 100 TIMES. AMAZINGLY HIS EARS ARE STILL INTACT. I'M SO GRUMPY TODAY. WANNA KNOW WHY? MAINLY BECAUSE I WAS DITCH AT THE LIBRARY. YEA, THATS ONE. AND THE OTHER REASON IS, I CAN'T EVEN PUT IT INTO WORDS. OK OK. HERE GOES. UCSI BLOCK C LIF PUNCH ME IN THE FACE AND MY SPECS WENT ASKREW. FUCKING IDIOT LOR. ME AND ALSO I SUSPECT ONE OF THE LADY IN THE LIF PRESSED CLOSE WHEN I WAS ENTERING. I MEAN, WTF LAR. WTF WTF WTF. YOU CAN'T BE THAT SELFISH RIGHT. PEOPLE ENTERING AND YOU PRESS CLOSE? SERIOSULY, HOPE YOU GET PUNCH BY THE LIF IN THE FUTURE. I WAS AN IDIOT BECAUSE I WAS TALKING TO MY FRIEND AND I DIDN'T PAY ATTENTION AT THE LIF DOORS. I REALLY GOT PUNCH IN THE EYE BY THE DOOR. I WAS SO STUPID AND SO EMBARRASING. I SWORE SO LOUDLY PEOPLE WHO GOT OUT OF THE LIF ALSO TURN BACK AND GOOGLE AT ME. LIKE LITERALLY MY WHOLE WORLD TURN DIZZY AND MUTED FOR A FEW SECONDS. *BTW, MY GLASSES REALLY ASKREW AND I HAD TO ADJUST THE NOSE BRIDGE THINGY BACK. BUT I STILL THINK IT IS CROOKED! GAGH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6098349180784688038-2483219464084687719?l=amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/2483219464084687719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2011/07/big-sigh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/2483219464084687719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/2483219464084687719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2011/07/big-sigh.html' title=''/><author><name>Sun Moon Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07541132271210560885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098349180784688038.post-2736660190461771191</id><published>2011-07-20T21:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T21:41:26.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Multitasking right now. Facebook, youtube ( for news - subscribe to Philip Deranco a.k.a sxephil ) blogging and Taxation assignment at the same time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I dunno what should I post. Seriously. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;How about talking about my fav song that I manage to download? Motion City- Fell in love without you. Tell you the truth, I 101% love this song because I know someone which is also a huge fan of this. Seriously, this song is so bloody fantastic. But exposure is like minimal. *kinda like me, ain't it?? ha ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm trying my very best to actually stay focus on playing it on the guitar but the frustration got the better of me and now I've given up. Again. Such a waste seriously, imagine me serenading this song to the person I love. HA HA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok, I seriously ran out of crap to say. BYE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;p:s :: oh oh oh. Kindle and Amazon.com is launching this new colaboration about renting out text books in Kindle. Isn't it awesome?!!!! *because I have to buy this 70 pound book for next sem so here I'm lusting for a Kindle. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6098349180784688038-2736660190461771191?l=amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/2736660190461771191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2011/07/multitasking-right-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/2736660190461771191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/2736660190461771191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2011/07/multitasking-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Sun Moon Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07541132271210560885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098349180784688038.post-6968382265232907629</id><published>2011-07-16T17:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T17:27:37.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Harry Potter premier screening</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Heaving relief sighhhh.... pheewwws. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm done with all my midterms. Even though I pretty much screwed up my last paper today. Oh well.... *shrugs* what is done is done. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now I shall face the bliss of assignments. Haihhhh. Never ending works. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My mood is like up and down, right left, horizontally vertically this week. The break up, the midterm...etc. Didn't think the break up would cause so much anxiety on his side. *maybe he listened to much to David Choi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The highlight of my week is *deng deng deng, I watched Harry Potter already lu... yesterday night at Pavilion. Got a free ticket to watch premier screening from my sidekick-brother-friend's-aunty? Whoaaa.. how far can it get. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So hell yeah, free movie with free popcorn and drink is Awesome. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*more about this when I get back home. Heading out now. Chiao...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6098349180784688038-6968382265232907629?l=amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/6968382265232907629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2011/07/harry-potter-premier-screening.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/6968382265232907629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/6968382265232907629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2011/07/harry-potter-premier-screening.html' title='Harry Potter premier screening'/><author><name>Sun Moon Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07541132271210560885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098349180784688038.post-2294725711372616628</id><published>2011-07-14T21:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T21:27:49.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm implying//indicating//indirectly telling</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THAT I HATE PEOPLE WHO RELY ON SYMPATHY TO GET WHAT THEY WANT&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fuck off lar. You don't tell me this and that just because you want something in return. Do you even know how fucking lame it is. I can't even express how much frustrations I'm feeling. Such people are deemed as ass holes in this world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yeah, I'm a fucking heartless bitch ok. It is already well known. I fucking hate emo people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6098349180784688038-2294725711372616628?l=amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/2294725711372616628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2011/07/im-implyingindicatingindirectly-telling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/2294725711372616628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/2294725711372616628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2011/07/im-implyingindicatingindirectly-telling.html' title='I&apos;m implying//indicating//indirectly telling'/><author><name>Sun Moon Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07541132271210560885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098349180784688038.post-535278721752815913</id><published>2011-07-12T23:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T00:04:23.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm the one that is least likely to tell sob stories. Nor I'll be the one comforting girlfriends when they have love affairs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So why bother start now? I've nothing to comment on my current relationship status. Lotsa people are kinda shocked with my announcement. I know right, a month plus period isn't really a grace period for a relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*My current friends are still debating, whether I'm better off without or with Jourdan. My bestie keep on reassuring herself that I'm better off without him in a sec, and then complaints in the nest minute why I break it off with him and then she quotes "You said you finally found a christian guy, have common interests...etc bla bla bla.. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My family is on applauding side for breaking up. Common advise they said was "Focus on your studies. You're still young."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have to object that. I'm no longer 'young'. 20 is the perfect age to start looking for partners. Bestie was just telling me today that her mum is only 40. I was shocked. Seriously, aren't you too old(bestie) to be a 40 year old woman's child? And she replied casually, ''well, my mum gave birth to me when she was 20."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm like wtf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;20? Seriously? Did she stop enjoying life at the age of 20? *refering to her lovely mum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;However, for the most part is, you know, love can't be force. It will come when the time is right//when God have set the time you meet your soulmate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And I wonder whether soulmates exist? What if you met your soulmate, but under certain circumtances, love prevail both of you being together? Or what if, which is worst, only one out of a pair of people only thinks he/she have finally found a soulmate but the other one doesn't feel the same way?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Can a person lose a soulmate unknowingly in the process of life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Questions questions questions. If only I've the power to read people's mind. Like Dr.wheelchair in X-Men. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6098349180784688038-535278721752815913?l=amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/535278721752815913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2011/07/im-one-that-is-least-likely-to-tell-sob.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/535278721752815913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/535278721752815913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2011/07/im-one-that-is-least-likely-to-tell-sob.html' title=''/><author><name>Sun Moon Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07541132271210560885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098349180784688038.post-9054612710189098852</id><published>2011-07-11T21:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T21:22:20.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;....................................................................................*screech!!!!!!! halt.RUSHING ASSIGNMENTS!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Some college 'classmates' are very stingy with their answers. -.- Life! Everyone sell fish, who is gonna sell veges, meat ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6098349180784688038-9054612710189098852?l=amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/9054612710189098852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2011/07/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/9054612710189098852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/9054612710189098852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2011/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Sun Moon Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07541132271210560885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098349180784688038.post-6097332423291408606</id><published>2011-07-09T16:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T16:12:26.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello singlehood</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Okay, a brief fling that lasted more than a month. What to say other than being true right? So here goes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;" I can't commit, yet. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm too couldn't care-less-type to be in a relationship with a nice guy. I ain't clingy, I hate people who cling to me like a octopus. I don't just do that to guys, I even treat my friends and family the same. If they get way too peruding my comfort zone, I'll start to inch away. I can't handle pressure; instead I'll break under pressure. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I wonder how I'm gonna commit into a relationship which involves wedding bands, vows. Maybe I haven't meet the right guy yet. Maybe you haven't meet the right girl yet. Or maybe we're just too young. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I love my dogs the best&lt;em&gt;*No shit, what?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all for now. tata&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6098349180784688038-6097332423291408606?l=amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/6097332423291408606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2011/07/hello-singlehood.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/6097332423291408606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/6097332423291408606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2011/07/hello-singlehood.html' title='Hello singlehood'/><author><name>Sun Moon Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07541132271210560885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098349180784688038.post-8076374496653946888</id><published>2011-07-07T22:20:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T22:45:21.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's Good -LG?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;You know One Republic new song; Good Life? Kinda very awesome lor. Even though I seriously hate them because they're so emoish and sketchy previously. I'm totally listening it on youtube. &lt;em&gt;Repeatively&lt;/em&gt;! Cannot believe this vid only generated less than 6million views only. Come on people. Support! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok, I dunno what people usually do when they're online. I mean, which websites you guys go to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Facebook for sure. If anyone less than the age of 40 years old doesn't have a Facebook &lt;em&gt;yet&lt;/em&gt;, they must kinda be living under a rock, in a cave, in the ocean. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;When I'm online, I will Facebook and see how crappy or wonderful people days are. Think of some meaningless message to write which will never be quite the laugh. Make a bee line stalking on targeted people. *Not you Jourdan, don't so perasan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;After that, I will check out people'z blogs. For example, my favourite blogs, XiaXue and Helenness Chong. Big big fan!!!!!! XiaXue capture my attention about 3 years ago. And I started to read Helen's blog since about 2 years back or so. She is my idol! Young, pretty, living the Gossip Girl lifestyle. *Panting...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Which will never happened to me. :( ooookay, maybe I can fall into the 'young' category. Sad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;But I guessed I'm having a pretty good life as well. Like OneRepublic Good Life eh. Except, minus the looks and endless cash to spend. But like in Jessie J 'price tag', BOB said 'Give me a six strings and a pocketful of .... ' Okay, I seriously need a guitar(for what, when I don't even know how to strum properly) and a pocketful of weed. So I will be so high I won't even know how penniless I'm. Right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;On the sunny side up, I watched TRANSFORMER: THE DARK MOON! Whoots, ain't gonna be those outdated people who watch only when the cinema is closing the show. And can you believe this, RM6 bucks for a movie ticket ONLY!!!! Somemore it's transformer, no kidding so worth my 2 hours and 30 minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;*eventhough butt may had been squashed into moon pancakes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Good Life Good Life. --&amp;gt; roll out Autobots // Amanda. Time for revision for &lt;strong&gt;TAXATION&lt;/strong&gt;!!!! Horrors!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6098349180784688038-8076374496653946888?l=amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/8076374496653946888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2011/07/lifes-good-lg.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/8076374496653946888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/8076374496653946888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2011/07/lifes-good-lg.html' title='Life&apos;s Good -LG?'/><author><name>Sun Moon Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07541132271210560885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098349180784688038.post-2000474928060249015</id><published>2011-07-03T22:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T22:53:29.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2011 Half Year achievements</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Keeping up with the tradition, I'm gonna list down all the stuff I did since January til 30th June 2011. Hopefully I did not miss out any momentous events!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jan - Starting of 2011. Great times. Just finished internship and went back to school to be a full time student again. I can sleep late, wake up late, wear normal wear, wear flip flops every time I go out. Drive without gritting my teeth. Lesser traffic jams. Wake up when the day already half passed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;January is always very hectic one. People settling again after the holidays, the new year. The new adjustments. *cough cough, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;my second year degree&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Can't remember much about January. Maybe because not much momentous events.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Feb - WAH! Huge month. Big month. Awesome month. Favourite month of the year. Second best is December.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Feb stands for Chinese New Year, my 20th birthday, my Europe trip with my family. OK, this is the most important thing plus// the only thing I can remember.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;March - Blank out. Awesome Sundays outings with bestie. House Boy ( a lost shih tzu ) for 2 weeks before getting adopted by a rich family. =.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;April - Finals. The stress. Don't even need to put into words. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;May - Second semester restarted. So glad to be back at school. Even though it was only a 1 week break. I can't stand it. It's too long and lonely. &lt;em&gt;Oh yeah, I remember some tiny detail about my sem break. I spent 6 days at my godparents house babysitting their dog whom had an ear operation. Gross!!!! Gagh -----&amp;gt; happened in April month end&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Back to May goodies, SKTM reunion. Unifest 2o11 (oops, totally forgot to post about this concert) and most important of all, heartbreaks and new relationships. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Heartbreak = totally a stab to the heart. What a girl gotta do but move on right. *Jason Mraz and Colbie Cailiet duet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;New relationship? With Mr.J who came sweeping my arse off the heartbreak mine field. FML.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;June - AFSA Camp. The most fun I ever had in all the camps I attended. Seriously! Only bad thing was, the endless heat and sun while we were running around Port Dickson. Something more serious, some &lt;strong&gt;muther faggot&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;hit my car and never own up&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Something more scary, extracting my molar tooth out. Practically toothless at the age of 20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;:( SAD!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thats everything that happened in the last 6 months I guessed. Moving forward to July-December 2011. Charge!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6098349180784688038-2000474928060249015?l=amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/2000474928060249015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2011/07/2011-half-year-achievements.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/2000474928060249015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/2000474928060249015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2011/07/2011-half-year-achievements.html' title='2011 Half Year achievements'/><author><name>Sun Moon Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07541132271210560885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098349180784688038.post-1820123591882568989</id><published>2011-07-02T22:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T22:42:22.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Temptations&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Temptations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Temptations&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;How do people resist temptations? Like for an example, a fat girl resisting a bowl of ice cream. A man getting arousal after seeing a hot chick and gawd knows what he has in mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Teach me how to stay away from trouble. xoxo, boring and uninteresting homo sapien.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6098349180784688038-1820123591882568989?l=amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/1820123591882568989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2011/07/temptations-temptations-temptations-how.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/1820123591882568989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/1820123591882568989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2011/07/temptations-temptations-temptations-how.html' title=''/><author><name>Sun Moon Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07541132271210560885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098349180784688038.post-1365864420361587109</id><published>2011-07-01T17:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T17:12:25.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Aloha Amigoes. Im currently stoning in school's library. I rather stay in school to do my revision instead of at home mainly because 2 reasons, I'm a nocturnal mammal thus I'm only active during the middle of the night and for the second reason, away from home means I'm away from my bed, the tv and my dogs. Why am I so concentrated in my studies all of the sudden? because... I wanna be a better student. I wanna change my ways. It's never to late to say Never Say Never. ahahahaha. of course not lar, I'm having one of my accounting papers tomorrow. So scary lor. *enough with blogging with my phone. the keyboard is too tiny... bye BYE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6098349180784688038-1365864420361587109?l=amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/1365864420361587109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2011/07/aloha-amigoes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/1365864420361587109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/1365864420361587109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2011/07/aloha-amigoes.html' title=''/><author><name>Sun Moon Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07541132271210560885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098349180784688038.post-1929537877557053795</id><published>2011-06-28T21:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T21:30:51.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tooth extraction, the HORROR movie way</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So I did the most reasonable thing with my current situation. I went to the dentist yesterday morning, after my MA2 class. Rushed and jam all the way to town centre before 11am because the dentist can squeeze me in only before that time because I didn't make an appointment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But as ever, I'm never punctual so I missed the 11am. Alas, good fortune or maybe it's destined for me to pull out that bloody tooth as the 11am client did not came so I spent my next 30 min in horror sitting in the dentist's torture chamber, a.k.a. 'The Chair'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Suprisingly, the injection was not at all painful. Seriously, it's like everyone said; an ant bite. That wasn't anything I expected. THANK The Lord for giving me strength and courage. Because for the next 20 min, it was so horrible, I can't even describe it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Because my tooth is still very tight, the dentist actually &lt;em&gt;i dunno how to decribe it,&lt;/em&gt; turned my tooth around and around like, eg; opening a tap. And the tools he used. OMG. Is mentally sick. However, seriously I did not feel any pain except the constant pulling and turning pressure applied. I can probably faint now for re-describing it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;All and all, horrible. And the most annoying part is this bloody extraction cost RM100. Overall, I spent RM230 on this bloody tooth alone. With that kind of money, I can buy loads of clothes or makeup. =.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But of course, life is forever unexpected. Who would have tought a 20 year healthy girl will have nerve infection. Right right. Damn this world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Moving on. Who am I kidding lar. I still wanna talk about my tooth. Did you know, a molar tooth is like 1 inch long? Looks exactly like a fang, so when the dentist finally able to extract it out, I can feel the pulling out popping sound. Oh gross....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So bloody long and huge, so now my mouth has this HUGE GAP in between my teeth. Plus, I can't chew anything, yet. Still painful, and the nightmare continues. FML!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6098349180784688038-1929537877557053795?l=amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/1929537877557053795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2011/06/tooth-extraction-horror-movie-way.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/1929537877557053795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/1929537877557053795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2011/06/tooth-extraction-horror-movie-way.html' title='Tooth extraction, the HORROR movie way'/><author><name>Sun Moon Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07541132271210560885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098349180784688038.post-7640711275776970756</id><published>2011-06-27T00:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T00:11:07.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My tooth hurts like a bitch giving birth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yah, I said it. How can one stay calm if all you can think of is the bloody tooth is numb killing your gums. And the whole side of the face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Urgh, even most of my conversation tend to stray back to my tooth even though I try to be actively involved with other people's life. Which is unfair, because I don't see any of my early twenty something friends having toothache. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Unlike me, only just 20 and having an assortment of bacteria residing in my tooth. Fuck you bacteria. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FML. Thats all I can say for now. So much to blog, so little energy left. My blog is so dead for now. Like my decayed gross mother fucking bacteria infected tooth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6098349180784688038-7640711275776970756?l=amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/7640711275776970756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2011/06/my-tooth-hurts-like-bitch-giving-birth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/7640711275776970756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/7640711275776970756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2011/06/my-tooth-hurts-like-bitch-giving-birth.html' title=''/><author><name>Sun Moon Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07541132271210560885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098349180784688038.post-5133135974830440670</id><published>2011-06-23T14:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T14:21:27.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Midterm and assignments are all suffocating me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lets see whats on my platter lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A midterm tomorrow evening.&lt;br /&gt;An assignment due tomorrow as well.&lt;br /&gt;An unfinished accounting homework due on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;A mini assignment due on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be either revising or panicking but I'm neither! yet. I'm still having the being "ill" hangover so my eyes can't really focus on any notes (or might it be an excuse, i do not know).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fret not for I'm here not to bore you with my school activities but with gruesome detail of me visiting the dentist last week and this morning. Lets start with the dentist appointment last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tooth stop hurting following my days to my appointment so I thought all well ends well and with my soon to be visit to the dentist, my tooth shall never be in pain again. Apparently my tooth is quite rebellious as it hurts [ like someone is grilling your gums non stop ] after the dentist filled up the hole with a temporary mold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pain continue for the next 2 to 3 days, the worst was when it was at night, or so to say preferably during my sleeping hours. Aiyoh! It was so painful I lost my sleep tossing and turning, hand clutching the side of my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought, oh well, this tooth really have to be pulled out and I was so determined to have it taken out [ even though I resisted facing the reality that I will have to be injected with anaesthetic some way or other ] and behold the power of prayer! The tooth calmed down, like how the seas are after a storm. Hmmmmmmmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I told the dentist today, it pained for a few days but then it suddenly stopped so dentist said "I'm not suprised, the hole is pretty huge, almost your whole tooth is exposed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for now, I had a silver permanent filling which looks anything but shiny :( and it's very obvious if I open my mouth wide, eg: a whale shark and I'm so ashamed for not taking good care of my teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I don't really looked at this as an impairment but as a wake up call for having better dental care in the future, starting now of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P:S : Doc told me sooner or later this tooth will either have to be pull out, do root canneling or crowning. All three also causes a lot of pain so I might opt for the whole pulling out procedure as it is the cheapest and fastest. Plus, I'll probably faint lesser. Hah Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye for now!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6098349180784688038-5133135974830440670?l=amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/5133135974830440670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2011/06/midterm-and-assignments-are-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/5133135974830440670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/5133135974830440670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2011/06/midterm-and-assignments-are-all.html' title='Midterm and assignments are all suffocating me'/><author><name>Sun Moon Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07541132271210560885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098349180784688038.post-241600354213402202</id><published>2011-06-21T20:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T20:57:19.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Okay, I'm seriously weak because &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm sick again&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second time this month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third time sick within 2 months. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Lost my cutie tweety bird voice. I have smoker's voice now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6098349180784688038-241600354213402202?l=amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/241600354213402202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2011/06/okay-im-seriously-weak-because-im-sick.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/241600354213402202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/241600354213402202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2011/06/okay-im-seriously-weak-because-im-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>Sun Moon Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07541132271210560885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098349180784688038.post-7503257692655501056</id><published>2011-06-19T21:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T22:39:15.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Does sore throat considered as being sick? Does sore throat plus tooth ache considered sick? Hmmmm, I'm finding a term to suit my current affair. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There are times I will find my toothache agonizing. Feels like indeed the tooth has decayed and thus I need to pull it out. Other times it is very tame, so I question myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To pull or Not to pull.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Moving on from self pity, I had a very interesting week. Dentist on Thursday. Father and Sister's birthday on the same day. Friday, so glad it is Fri-day like how Rebecca Black implies it but none that pleasant though. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Had to do my CV verification so I waited in line for almost 2 hours. And luckily I had a friend for company and my phones. How shall one survive without technology?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Chatted with Po (aka boyfie) for half an hour and guessed what, the line probably moved only 5 inch. Gek sei me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But luckily I did in time, thanks to a few classmates for the reminding. Omgwad, don't even want to think what will happen if I did not do my CV within the due date.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lets see, what did I do yesterday? Well, there is the horrible MS midterm paper I took and theres' the 3 hour taxation class. Plus, for taxation class, we were the ONLY students in campus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bragged about nothing in the next post. I'm so sleepy! Plus coughing like nobody business. I've raspy voice now.&lt;/span&gt; (like of a smoker)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6098349180784688038-7503257692655501056?l=amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/7503257692655501056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2011/06/does-sore-throat-considered-as-being.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/7503257692655501056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/7503257692655501056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2011/06/does-sore-throat-considered-as-being.html' title=''/><author><name>Sun Moon Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07541132271210560885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098349180784688038.post-8674983075942392632</id><published>2011-06-15T22:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T22:56:25.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q_l2GfdAmNo/TfjGN9LHCzI/AAAAAAAABHo/DkVGZDJRkHI/s1600/Untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 208px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618458478206454578" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q_l2GfdAmNo/TfjGN9LHCzI/AAAAAAAABHo/DkVGZDJRkHI/s400/Untitled.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tooth ar tooth... Why are you causing me so much anxiety? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm so nervousssss to see the dentist tomorrow. What if the dentist told me, this tooth have to be pull out and I will have to put in a fake tooth // denture // like my grandpa ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;How did I not noticed my tooth chipped in the first place. The gap is not even tiny nor small. It's huge. Half of the tooth is almost gone. The black hole represent my former chipped tooth, which is probably residing in my stomach or in the pits of my intestine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Can't even think of blogging what else other than the horror awaiting me tomorrow, the dentist's evil weapon, the "chair".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'll probably faint if I ever glimpse a needle. How did I ever convinced myself to have braces many years ago (which I eventually chicken out as well when I found out I've to pull 4 teeth). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I DON'T WANT TO PULL MY TOOTH OUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pray for me! Wish me all the best. Bye for now. Shall blog whatever horror that is gonna happen tomorrow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6098349180784688038-8674983075942392632?l=amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/8674983075942392632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2011/06/tooth-ar-tooth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/8674983075942392632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/8674983075942392632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2011/06/tooth-ar-tooth.html' title=''/><author><name>Sun Moon Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07541132271210560885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q_l2GfdAmNo/TfjGN9LHCzI/AAAAAAAABHo/DkVGZDJRkHI/s72-c/Untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098349180784688038.post-6180375188706243769</id><published>2011-06-13T23:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T23:48:53.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Week 7 of May Semester</title><content type='html'>Yup, officially the 7th week. Hate this part, where all the midterms dates are confirmed hence leading to higher anxiety level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not even gonna mention about assignments because, who in the world loves assignments?! *plus, I still haven't actually look at the questions, so. . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I heard this really bad news last Friday. Supposedly I have this midterm paper a week before my church camp, which happens to be on the weekend. However, lecturer unable to book the hall because of the Convocation therefore he *OMGosh* postpone the exam on the same weekend as my church camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh nooooooooooooooooooooo. What is happening to the world??? So sad, hopefully there is a solution to it.[ Pouting non stop ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok! 411 news on my toothache. Still hurts, dunno whats the faith of my tooth. Pull it out? Fill it up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So scared!!!!!! How can a tiny tooth cause so much pain and worry?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6098349180784688038-6180375188706243769?l=amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/6180375188706243769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2011/06/week-7-of-may-semester.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/6180375188706243769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/6180375188706243769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2011/06/week-7-of-may-semester.html' title='Week 7 of May Semester'/><author><name>Sun Moon Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07541132271210560885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098349180784688038.post-7468603590088463662</id><published>2011-06-10T23:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T23:48:08.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AFSA CAMP, whoots.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ANbDtsIerh4/TfI7zMvYo1I/AAAAAAAABHg/Pu_FnDLS9bE/s1600/252781_10150206051462086_830657085_6902837_517113_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616617436063769426" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ANbDtsIerh4/TfI7zMvYo1I/AAAAAAAABHg/Pu_FnDLS9bE/s400/252781_10150206051462086_830657085_6902837_517113_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;AFSA stands for in my own words,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Awesome Fun Sakai Activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Tadah- clever or not. Very indeed. Applaude applaude. So over the weekend, we (Pui San baby, Jia Yi bao bei, Twins, Easther, Siew Yin, Syuk Yoong je and me) joined the camp organised by the AFSA a.k.a the accounting club. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;To start the awesomeness, the camp was held at Port Dickson. Whoots!!! Double cheer for the sand, sea and BEACH!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Reached PD around lunch time, and we all like little duckies half past dead following the committee [mother hen] every where in the resort; At First. But after lunch and room assignment, deng deng deng. We are reenergized! Like an AA battery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;The rooms! I tell you. Are amazing...... *singing and streching the tune. The rooms are technically not rooms but apartments! Yup, fully furnished, air conditioned, heater apartments. With comfy beds and a balcony over looking the sea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;3 rooms, 3 toilets, 2 televisions and a kitchen. Very nice indeed. It's common logic once entered a room//apartment, you'll check out everything first, am I right. But noooooo for me. Me and Pui San baby rushed to the master bedroom ( balcony overloooking the sea, private bathroom and most important, A DOOR WITH A LOCK) and declared this room as ours even before anyone saw it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Selfish and mean. I know. But I dunno the rest of the housemates.... Even though we were very lucky to get housed together (Twins, easther and pui san). They got their own room also lor, with a tv and a bigger bathroom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;The rest that was left un-room slept in the living hall where another 5 beds were put there especially for them. Oh, I forgot to mention the apartment housed 12 people. So around 100 people was at the camp. Can you imagine the good business CasaResort was having that weekend??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;....alright, I'm kinda lazy to type the rest. Maybe next post ba. Bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6098349180784688038-7468603590088463662?l=amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/7468603590088463662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2011/06/afsa-camp-whoots.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/7468603590088463662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/7468603590088463662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2011/06/afsa-camp-whoots.html' title='AFSA CAMP, whoots.'/><author><name>Sun Moon Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07541132271210560885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ANbDtsIerh4/TfI7zMvYo1I/AAAAAAAABHg/Pu_FnDLS9bE/s72-c/252781_10150206051462086_830657085_6902837_517113_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098349180784688038.post-5340064661167123420</id><published>2011-06-09T13:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T14:01:23.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freaking Tooth ache</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;How ironic that a simple roasted peanut // kacang from a delightful nasi lemak can open hell's gate of pain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, normally I avoid eating those because those evil kacang can cause pimples. But on Tuesday, I was too hungry so I wolfed down the rice so quickly I didn't separate the evils from my rice. Alas, I regret to the max because now I'm having the worst toothache ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I lost sleep over it, and it was getting much worst day by day, I went to see the dentist. It's really painful because I avoid visiting doctors//dentists as best as I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guessed what?! I had a big chipped tooth at the back of my mouth. That hole is the mother figgins causing me so much pain. Dentist said "got nerve infection" so have to do surgery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No figgings way I'm gonna carry out the surgery. Have to have injection! On the gums. WTF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the dentist is just very money faced because only a chipped tooth ma. Can fill it back, as simple as that. He said....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have to do injection, drill and clean the tooth root or something something. Then sew the nerves back [WTF!] then wait for a few weeks then go and fill the hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highly not necessary lor. Overall have to have 3 dentist visits. But for now, I must eat medicine first. Obviously I won't be doing that gruesome surgery lar. See how is everything once I finish the medicines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Faster pray for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sad. So young and I have a chipped tooth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6098349180784688038-5340064661167123420?l=amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/5340064661167123420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2011/06/freaking-tooth-ache.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/5340064661167123420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/5340064661167123420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2011/06/freaking-tooth-ache.html' title='Freaking Tooth ache'/><author><name>Sun Moon Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07541132271210560885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098349180784688038.post-7119660032499953642</id><published>2011-06-06T12:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T12:19:23.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Heeeeey... Been MIA in blogspot for a week. I was busy with School, boyfie and camp. Yeap! AFSA Camp. I love it. Another post about it soon. Today post shall be all about -Us-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9oijbTV6aPA/TexSxothH8I/AAAAAAAABHY/9OC7cf8vIUY/s1600/kissey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9oijbTV6aPA/TexSxothH8I/AAAAAAAABHY/9OC7cf8vIUY/s400/kissey.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614953848119566274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I personally adore this although only get 5 likes from Facebook :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7O2Xp-4rPpo/TexSxbXrfCI/AAAAAAAABHQ/5OEUKiMtzDc/s1600/black%2Band%2Bwhite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7O2Xp-4rPpo/TexSxbXrfCI/AAAAAAAABHQ/5OEUKiMtzDc/s400/black%2Band%2Bwhite.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614953844538309666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But this.... I guessed people like to see black and white, got a whooping 14 likes from Facebook. Hmmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The other day I took him to my gramps house and introduce him to my grandparents and sister and most importantly, my dogs too!!!! We took Juby-San and Sandy-San for a run and surprisingly, they obey him. Didn't even glance at me twice. I became invisible already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Failure as a mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiyoh... So lazy to continue blogging. Wait for my awesome post about the camp yah.... Chio!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6098349180784688038-7119660032499953642?l=amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/7119660032499953642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2011/06/heeeeey.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/7119660032499953642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/7119660032499953642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2011/06/heeeeey.html' title=''/><author><name>Sun Moon Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07541132271210560885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9oijbTV6aPA/TexSxothH8I/AAAAAAAABHY/9OC7cf8vIUY/s72-c/kissey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098349180784688038.post-5923245525756287472</id><published>2011-05-30T22:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T23:16:51.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Outing with sidekick and aunt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hSi8TSdT3a4/TeOulIh7h3I/AAAAAAAABG8/EM9C1RJjA4k/s1600/Picture0662.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612521513601959794" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hSi8TSdT3a4/TeOulIh7h3I/AAAAAAAABG8/EM9C1RJjA4k/s400/Picture0662.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Oooooh, looked at my fringe. Isn't it long ? Yea, i finally accomplish one of my 2011 resolutions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;such a random shit post. It's nearing 11pm and I feel like I need to hibernate soon. Lately I've been sleeping kinda early, more earlier than my usual bedtime that is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Might be because of unwanted influence from 'someone'..... ? ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyways,went out with sidekick and the unexpected third party; my youngest aunt as well on Sunday. To the place I'm getting very bored with, Curve, Ikea, Cineplex. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;To find an empty parking spot, we used up 20 minutes and probably used up 1/4 of petrol. Serious shit mental one lor the people all like rushing to curve that day. I got a headache just by sitting in the passenger seat craning for empty spots and inhaling the endless car fumes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;OMGawd, never ever going there again. In the month of May. Luckily tomorrow is 31st or else, I'be damned. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Thought my aunt would walk off by herself but end up we watch this movie together. The trio of us laughing to sexism, racist lame ass lines from this awesome movie; PAUL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KMvH27pa2Yo/TeOwo1sv6jI/AAAAAAAABHE/UWRr3WyEUT4/s1600/poster-paul.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612523776289794610" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KMvH27pa2Yo/TeOwo1sv6jI/AAAAAAAABHE/UWRr3WyEUT4/s400/poster-paul.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;So darn hilarious weh, I love the laid back attitude of Paul. I rate it 8/10 even though the movie is kinda executed in a 'whatever attitude'. I love it. Cause alot of cursing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I wanna smoke weed!!!! [ok, such an illegal random shit exclaim] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;After the movie, we had dinner at Bubba Gump. The food portion was huge, I can't even finish the delicious fries. Sad, the fries were kinda the right amount of juiciness and crispy too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I guessed most of you who has dined there before knows the place is inspired by Forest Gump. Everything from the wall paneling to the order signs are Gump inspired. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;But the best part of the dinner was, the couple on the table next to us was arguing with-very-loud-voices so, yeay, free entertainment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Okay, boring boring post isn't it? I'm kinda hungry. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Bye!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6098349180784688038-5923245525756287472?l=amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/5923245525756287472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2011/05/outing-with-sidekick-and-aunt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/5923245525756287472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/5923245525756287472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2011/05/outing-with-sidekick-and-aunt.html' title='Outing with sidekick and aunt'/><author><name>Sun Moon Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07541132271210560885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hSi8TSdT3a4/TeOulIh7h3I/AAAAAAAABG8/EM9C1RJjA4k/s72-c/Picture0662.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098349180784688038.post-7308641718511895593</id><published>2011-05-28T19:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T20:07:19.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nature's Date</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TpSIrfLsAyc/TeDlN6DklVI/AAAAAAAABG0/v1215ymJUIU/s1600/me%2Band%2BJ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TpSIrfLsAyc/TeDlN6DklVI/AAAAAAAABG0/v1215ymJUIU/s400/me%2Band%2BJ.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611737162788934994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So, I had obliged my role as a driver for the last few days, and I must say, it's indeed very tiring and hectic and a lot of rushing around. Pheewww, glad that is over now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I woke up at 7am everyday since Wednesday. LOL. I'm deprived of my sweet beauty sleep. Maybe I really am not cut out to work after all. TeeHee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note, I went on a date with boyfie today. All smiles cause the date was truly something I never did before. Something I've been wanting to do ever since I'm obsessed with nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*big smiling sigh*, I love looking at the sky and clouds. I'm so in love with the world now. It's truly amazingly beautiful if you just stare at the sky and feel the cooling breeze blowing around the face and hair. While talking to your sweetheart. Argh, truly amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P:S : Sandy and Juby-San says Hi too =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6098349180784688038-7308641718511895593?l=amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/7308641718511895593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2011/05/natures-date.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/7308641718511895593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6098349180784688038/posts/default/7308641718511895593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-deardumbdiary.blogspot.com/2011/05/natures-date.html' title='Nature&apos;s Date'/><author><name>Sun Moon Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07541132271210560885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TpSIrfLsAyc/TeDlN6DklVI/AAAAAAAABG0/v1215ymJUIU/s72-c/me%2Band%2BJ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
