<?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-12271795</id><updated>2011-04-22T02:53:10.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AveRaGe EveRyDaY SaNe PsYcHo sUpErGoDdeSs</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>PsYcHo suPerGoDdeSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007570456399731524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/1600/toki.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>91</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12271795.post-116074020478755673</id><published>2006-10-13T19:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T20:27:31.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Night life in Seremban?!?!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Months ago, night life in Seremban was a near zero, except for a few shabby little bars which does not have any bartenders! LOL. With the new opening of the new Trilogy Bistro/Club/Lounge in Era Baru Square,just 500m from Terminal 1------we're saved!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/320/18trilogy.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The heart and soul of Trilogy---the Bar!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Imagine this, driving down all the way to KL, dance n drink till the club closes, hang around in the mamak till the effects of the alcohol sort of clears off and drive all the back to Seremban. That was how desperated we were. But that won't be the case, for now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I tried their set lunch, it was fantastic and really at a very reasonable price. Thumbs up to the chef! He actually came out and talked to us. The manager was really friendly as well, I'm not sure if it was because we were the only customers there :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Haven't been able to concertrate on my studies for few nights in a row. My mind seems to be wandering off elsewhere, what makes it more difficult was this feeling of emptiness inside. I couldn't take it anymore. Having being FFKed by the girls, I put on my&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;red, hot, sexy dress&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;and went to the club alone. Hell knows what was going through my mind. Danger?? Nah~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;To my surprise, the club was full! Just when I thought it's just gonna be a drink or two, I spotted a familiar face--someone I've never talked to in school, Mr. Tart. Never really liked him but it was a great relieve to see someone familiar. I decided to join them for the night. My biggest surprise was actually seeing Drs from the hospital! Especially one from my previous posting, he's kinda cute, but a tad bit too shy. It was fun, seeing them all euphoric, disinhibited, laughing, dancing, drinking and puffing away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/1600/dj.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;The music caters to everyone, with a selection of R&amp;B, house and progressive, even something by Tiesto. The DJ's real cute by the way. Anyway, I've always have this weakness for DJs, even though they're not really that cute, but there's something in them that appeals to me. Hmm.. I wonder....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/1600/dj.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 325px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 285px" height="285" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/320/dj.1.jpg" width="366" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Free drinks for ladies on Thursday night. And every group of 6 ladies get a bottle of bacardi free. The theory behind ladies night, that i've postulated, is that if the club can lure chicks to go, there would certainly be a huge influx of men into the club. And when men goes, they drink, and that's how the club generate income to cover for the free drinks and still have loads of it left. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;In general, the club is really good, I'm not sure if it was because of the devastating deprivation that made me bias, but I'd certainly go back. But the only sad thing is that they close at 1am!! Definitely gonna so something about that!&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/12271795-116074020478755673?l=psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/feeds/116074020478755673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12271795&amp;postID=116074020478755673&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/116074020478755673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/116074020478755673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/2006/10/night-life-in-seremban.html' title='Night life in Seremban?!?!?'/><author><name>PsYcHo suPerGoDdeSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007570456399731524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/1600/toki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12271795.post-115643130565246045</id><published>2006-08-24T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T21:35:17.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A place to call home...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was actually back home in good old KK for the holidays. Was sick for 1 whole week, in which was the right thing at the right time, I presumed. I couldn’t imagine myself sick, alone and away from home. Being back home, it was different. I could really sleep soundly, not having to wake up in the middle of the night at the slightest sound. Worst nights would’ve been during thunderstorms, with the heavy rain pouring like mad and the wind wailing, could hardly sleep a wink, as I lay curled up in my bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the worries seem to just melt away the instant my plane touched down at the airport. I’m home, I told myself. A soldier at war, I find myself constantly struggling to stay alive. Coming home has always been something I look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However crazy this may sound, home does not feel like home anymore. Being evicted from my own room, which now belongs to my brother, I was crammed up in the same room with my sister and all her stuff. All of which I could call my space was the bed, a 45cmx45cm stool to put my knickknacks, whatnot, so that they won’t become lost treasures of the room when I leave, and my luggage bag. Even my toiletries are kept in a bag. More so, I had to adjust to everyone’s schedule, which is so complicated that I completely lost track of what’s going on, what’s supposed to happen and what happened. I have no idea where things are, not even the slightest hint where they keep my old stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My home had always been my sanctuary. Off late, I’ve been doing some thinking and the fact is, I’ve been running away from my problems, which means I wouldn’t have to deal with it for that short span of time. Which also kinda explains why I dread to leave. But I realize that my life is here. What I have been struggling with, life changing experiences, and people that I have met. I wouldn’t trade it for anything else. Sad to say that I must grow up and not shirk from responsibilities, life is never a bed of roses, but it’s been pretty okay for me so far.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm HOME!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/1600/DSC09866.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/320/DSC09866.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My room in S'ban. The floor lamp is a gift fr a special some1, which serves to remind me of things that I should not do, but.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/320/DSC09868.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Perfect for a &lt;em&gt;tete-a-tete&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12271795-115643130565246045?l=psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/feeds/115643130565246045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12271795&amp;postID=115643130565246045&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/115643130565246045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/115643130565246045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/2006/08/place-to-call-home.html' title='A place to call home...'/><author><name>PsYcHo suPerGoDdeSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007570456399731524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/1600/toki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12271795.post-115548093619652042</id><published>2006-08-13T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T22:55:36.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fag Hag</title><content type='html'>Also known as Fruit Fly and Queer Dear. This is a woman who prefers the company of gay men because she recognizes their &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;effervesence, incisive wit, and sheer brilliance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; regarding the human condition. This woman appreciates the fact that gay men know how to drill down to the bittersweet core of an issue and make light of it where necessary, and simultaneously make dark humor of it where otherwise necessary. It is a gift that comes from being an outsider: rather than lying down and taking a beating, as some do, the exaulted gay man rises from the ashes and finds the ridiculous glory in being an outsider. In this endeavor, he seeks the company of a woman, and she of him...because regardless of intentions, women and men enjoy the company of those who feel "right" to each other. &lt;p&gt;Because this type of woman is generally spoiled by the general delightfulness of gay men, she may scorn straight men for their lack of personality and overall dullness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;She had a boring but biologically necessary momentary sexual encounter with a straight man named "Todd," but she soon grew bored of his attention and longed to be encircled in the warm and safe womb of the gay bar. "I must tend to my mother," she told him, as she eyed the clock and noted that it was 1:10 am. In her mind, she calculated and realized she still had time to make it to the bar and hook up with some boys who would eventually stay until dawn and entertain her bottomless need to be intellectually and emotionally stimulated.In light of this, she deftly dressed herself, and buffed and fluffed her makeup in this Todd's sticky dank bathroom. She then politely delivered a well-placed kiss upon the former object of her desire, and hailed the first cab in sight. She knew with utmost assurity, after all, that &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;straight men are for sex; gay men are for love.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/320/glitter_093.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12271795-115548093619652042?l=psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/feeds/115548093619652042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12271795&amp;postID=115548093619652042&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/115548093619652042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/115548093619652042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/2006/08/fag-hag.html' title='Fag Hag'/><author><name>PsYcHo suPerGoDdeSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007570456399731524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/1600/toki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12271795.post-115474486223462408</id><published>2006-08-05T10:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T10:27:42.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gOnE, GoiNg, GonE....</title><content type='html'>The exam stress was really getting at me. I couldn’t believe that I actually drove out to the nearest 7-11 in the middle of the night just to get ice-cream. Yup, the sinful, calorie loaded, sensuous, heavenly---- ice-cream *all hail to this wonderful dessert*… yum… And guess what? I finished 2 sticks of Nestle Crunch in under 5 minutes… Man, was I deprived!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/320/crunch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can't wait to unwrap this. Like a kid on christmas morning....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/1600/crunch2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/320/crunch2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; A unique combination of smooth Nestlé chocolate and crisped rice, which delivers an exciting eating sensory experience of distinctive taste, texture and sound*crunch* LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/1600/crunch3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/320/crunch3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Love at first bite...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/320/crunch4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gone!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then I got to thinking, what have I been doing during the whole Surgery Posting? Other than a couple of flings, a few weeks of continuous partying, a few drinks too much later…. I realize I haven’t been studying as much as I should. Conscience is killing me now, especially after a shitty MCQ paper. Oh well, to make amends, I’ll be cutting my holiday short---- to study. Can’t believe Sem 6 is over, and I’ll be telling patients “Hi, I’m a 4th year medical student. May I shove my finger up your ass? (*shing* shows index finger to patient)” in 3 week’s time.&lt;br /&gt;Can’t wait~~ *sneers*  &lt;/div&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/12271795-115474486223462408?l=psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/feeds/115474486223462408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12271795&amp;postID=115474486223462408&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/115474486223462408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/115474486223462408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/2006/08/gone-going-gone.html' title='gOnE, GoiNg, GonE....'/><author><name>PsYcHo suPerGoDdeSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007570456399731524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/1600/toki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12271795.post-115418949512531779</id><published>2006-07-29T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T19:36:09.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wAitinG fOr the zSa ZsA zSu...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/1600/butterfly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/320/butterfly.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Some people are settling down, some people are settling and some people refuse to settle for anything less than butterflies." -Carrie Bradshaw, SATC Season 5--I Love a Charade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever felt the zsa zsa zsu before? That feeling of butterflies in your stomach when you see that someone special. How your heart would skip a beat when your phone rings, and smile to see that it was that someone who called? The way you gaze into his eyes and feel nothing but lost? The tinkle down your spine when he holds your hand? How you'd laugh when he grins and hugs you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me for being all lovey-dovey. Couldn't help it. I miss the zsa zsa zsu I had not long ago....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12271795-115418949512531779?l=psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/feeds/115418949512531779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12271795&amp;postID=115418949512531779&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/115418949512531779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/115418949512531779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/2006/07/waiting-for-zsa-zsa-zsu.html' title='wAitinG fOr the zSa ZsA zSu...'/><author><name>PsYcHo suPerGoDdeSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007570456399731524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/1600/toki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12271795.post-115401310318378334</id><published>2006-07-27T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T12:29:02.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sex and The City with a twist--Matrix style</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;sex_and_the_city_matrix&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/bWG2EKml5KI" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12271795-115401310318378334?l=psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/feeds/115401310318378334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12271795&amp;postID=115401310318378334&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/115401310318378334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/115401310318378334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/2006/07/sex-and-city-with-twist-matrix-style.html' title='Sex and The City with a twist--Matrix style'/><author><name>PsYcHo suPerGoDdeSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007570456399731524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/1600/toki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12271795.post-115393134275308578</id><published>2006-07-27T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T12:28:08.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Justin Timberlake- SexyBack</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Justin Timberlake - SexyBack&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/85vd2naJfFA" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bringin' sexy back&lt;br /&gt;Them other boys they don't know how to act&lt;br /&gt;I think it's special... what's behind your back&lt;br /&gt;So turn around and and I'll pick up the slack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Bridge-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Dirty Babe&lt;br /&gt;You see these shackles baby I'm your slave&lt;br /&gt;I'll let you whip me if I misbehave&lt;br /&gt;It's just that no one makes me feel this way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;( take it to the chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Chorus-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come here girl, go head be gone with it&lt;br /&gt;Come to the back, go head be gone with it VIP, drinks on me&lt;br /&gt;Lemme see what you're twerking with&lt;br /&gt;Look at those hips&lt;br /&gt;Make me smile&lt;br /&gt;Go 'head child and get your sexy on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bringin' sexy back&lt;br /&gt;Them other fuckers don't know how to act&lt;br /&gt;Girl let me make up for all the things you lack&lt;br /&gt;Because you're burning up I got to get it fast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Take it to the bridge)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( take it to the chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bringin' sexy back&lt;br /&gt;you mother fuckers watch how I attack&lt;br /&gt;If that's your girl, baby watch your back&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12271795-115393134275308578?l=psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/feeds/115393134275308578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12271795&amp;postID=115393134275308578&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/115393134275308578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/115393134275308578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/2006/07/justin-timberlake-sexyback.html' title='Justin Timberlake- SexyBack'/><author><name>PsYcHo suPerGoDdeSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007570456399731524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/1600/toki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12271795.post-115382747199131820</id><published>2006-07-25T19:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T23:35:37.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All I need is...</title><content type='html'>When you said you felt guilty of not giving me anything for spending 3 days with you. It sounded wrong. But I didn’t have the courage to confront you. I’m just afraid to hear things that I would never ever wish to hear. I was stressing that I never expected anything from you but that long pause over the phone told me you didn’t believe me. Truth is, I am expecting something, but I wasn’t sure what I wanted. Hence, I lied. And you knew that all along. Guess I was never good a lying. And yes, you were right, I was a fool. Your fool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few sleepless nights, I finally have the answer…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I need from you is only a few minutes of your time, to stop and think of me, to show me a little care and concern. Let me have a little place in your heart, just for that little moment. I don’t need commitment. Neither do I need you to say forever. Nor am I ever expecting you to say I do. All I ask of you is only to let me play a fraction of a teeny tiny role in your life. Don’t let me be just a passerby in your life. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is that just too much to&lt;/em&gt; ask of you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/320/DSC08988.8.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;A moment of solitude......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12271795-115382747199131820?l=psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/feeds/115382747199131820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12271795&amp;postID=115382747199131820&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/115382747199131820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/115382747199131820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/2006/07/all-i-need-is.html' title='All I need is...'/><author><name>PsYcHo suPerGoDdeSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007570456399731524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/1600/toki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12271795.post-115366715753659553</id><published>2006-07-23T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T12:43:57.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spontaneity</title><content type='html'>I’m not the kind of person who would just go wherever the wind may take me (ok, that’s corny but only for today. *LoL*.) Everything requires planning. Not in minute nitty-gritty detail with an hourly schedule which has to be stuck to completely, but at least a rough idea on how it’s gonna be. Was completely caught off guard when I was invited to a trip to Malacca. It was supposedly a day trip but turned out into a 2 days 1 night thingy. But I had to say, of all the 4 times I’ve been to Malacca, this is the best. I guess spontaneity isn’t so bad afterall. I’ve always loved Malacca- a city rich in culture and heritage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived in Malacca around 3pm. Headed to St. Paul’s Church, then the Stadthuys and finally the Christ Church. We then walked to Jonker street and had my favourite Durian Cendol! Yum…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/320/Melaka.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The infamous calorie loaded Durian Cendol. Sinfully delicious~~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/320/Melaka3.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;Nothing beats a nice cold Durian Cendol on a hot lazy saturday afternoon.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/320/Melaka5.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whoa boy! This horse works for the Tourist Police of Malacca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/320/Melaka6.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Clear Blue Skies in Malacca.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Stopped by the Maritime Museum before heading off to someplace else. We were puzzled when the lady at the ticket counter handed us our tickets and plastic bags. Any idea what’s it for? Well, turns out that you’d need to go barefoot in the museum. And to prevent other people from wearing your Manolos by “accident”, the solution is to bag them and take them with you. *LoL* Fact is, the reason behind this I speculated was due to the fact that the floorboards were made of wood, and by going barefoot, it wouldn’t be scratched and hence help them save up on maintenance fees. Honey, you only pay RM3 for entrance. What more do you expect?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed to Mahkota Parade for a movie but tickets for Pirates of The Caribbean was sold out. Damn~ so wanted to watch that. Shopped for clothes and some toiletries instead. Finally embarked on the journey of looking for a nice cozy hotel to stay over for the night. We found a chic and posh little hotel near Mahkota Parade—Seri Costa. Rm175 for a twin sharing room. Not too bad. Fine clean lines, lots of wood and loved the mosaic tiles of the bathroom. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/1600/hotel.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 305px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 236px" height="236" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/320/hotel.2.jpg" width="331" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/1600/map.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 327px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px" height="234" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/320/map.1.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Jonker street again for dinner and the night market. Settled down for the rest of the night in a nice pub with a fantastic view of Sungai Melaka complete with red-green-blue light show. Absolutely horrible and a complete waste of tax-payers’ moolah I’d say. I drove back to the hotel.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Not an early riser but my stomach pH level is just killing me. Ran down to the hotel cafe for a nice breakfast. Durian cendol again before saying goodbye to Malacca. Had a wonderful time. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/1600/Melaka7.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Fresh and fully recharged. Ready to take on the EOP exam next friday. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BRING IT ON!&lt;/strong&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/12271795-115366715753659553?l=psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/feeds/115366715753659553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12271795&amp;postID=115366715753659553&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/115366715753659553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/115366715753659553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/2006/07/spontaneity.html' title='Spontaneity'/><author><name>PsYcHo suPerGoDdeSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007570456399731524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/1600/toki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12271795.post-115366305044580623</id><published>2006-07-23T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T12:46:19.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>who knew??</title><content type='html'>I guess sometimes life is just full of surprises. My life took a turn and ended up with someone I would never forget for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;I love the way your hand reaches out to hold mine, the way you make me laugh, the silly joke about the little boy at the wedding that you told me, the time when you held me real tight in your arms when I reached out for you…. I’ll never ever forget those moments. For once, I felt safe. Yes, I’m in safe hands, as you’ve always said *laughs*.&lt;br /&gt;Two complete strangers in two completely different worlds. Anything and everything would require a leap of faith for the both of us. For once I feel afraid. The uncertainties are unbearable. You told me to be strong and face it, I can’t. Forgive me. I must run away. I must leave before I sink any deeper. Neither here nor there. What’s left for us? I ask myself. Nothing. And you knew that too. I turned around and took one last look at you. Capturing the moment, I know that would be the last time I’ll see you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“If someone said three years from now&lt;br /&gt;You'd be long gone&lt;br /&gt;I'd stand up and punch them out&lt;br /&gt;Cause they're all wrong and&lt;br /&gt;That last kiss I'll cherish&lt;br /&gt;Until we meet again&lt;br /&gt;And time makes it harder&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could remember&lt;br /&gt;But I keep your memory&lt;br /&gt;You visit me in my sleep&lt;br /&gt;My darling&lt;br /&gt;Who knew…”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12271795-115366305044580623?l=psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/feeds/115366305044580623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12271795&amp;postID=115366305044580623&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/115366305044580623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/115366305044580623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/2006/07/who-knew_23.html' title='who knew??'/><author><name>PsYcHo suPerGoDdeSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007570456399731524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/1600/toki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12271795.post-114924924778795349</id><published>2006-06-02T19:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T19:54:07.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i fOrgiVe u?? f*Ck it!!</title><content type='html'>5 hours of sleep, a horrid morning wiv a lecturer who criticizes openly and gave me a f*cking 68 for my case presentation, can my day go any worse than that? In fact it did. I crashed into another car in the parking lot. Fact is, I was late and my judgement was horribly affected by that. What was I thinking?!!? The space was horribly small. I was only looking at my side and I just stepped on the accelerator. Everything was too late, heard a loud "crack". My mind went blank. Wanted to run away, but I had witnesses, damn!! Left a note and just went for lecture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was still horribly angry over the whole thing though it is entirely my fault. What is wrong with me! haha~~ might need to go for anger management classes. Despite that, I still fail to realize it was all my fault and what I was doing was just denying it totally. I apologize profusely, but truth is, it didn't come from the heart. I saw people going to both my car and the other person's car, talking about it. I felt my blood boiling. I wanted to scream at them--" What's your problem? Mind your own business a*shole!!". To top that, somebody had to use the &lt;em&gt;I-told-u-so&lt;/em&gt; bullshit on me. Lesson learned: NONE! I paid RM200 and learned nothing! Damn! You're just lucky cos there were prople there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/320/a%21.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;My bumper is still in good shape. A little polish and it'll be good as new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/320/dent.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Horibbly scratched!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/320/scratch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Can you see the dent?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/320/Image%2806%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Good as new! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12271795-114924924778795349?l=psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/feeds/114924924778795349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12271795&amp;postID=114924924778795349&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/114924924778795349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/114924924778795349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-forgive-u-fck-it.html' title='i fOrgiVe u?? f*Ck it!!'/><author><name>PsYcHo suPerGoDdeSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007570456399731524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/1600/toki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12271795.post-114917578256950014</id><published>2006-06-01T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T23:29:42.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Resemblance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/1600/wild_hair1.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/320/wild_hair1.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/320/DSC09983.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/1600/wild_hair1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12271795-114917578256950014?l=psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/feeds/114917578256950014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12271795&amp;postID=114917578256950014&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/114917578256950014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/114917578256950014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/2006/06/resemblance.html' title='Resemblance'/><author><name>PsYcHo suPerGoDdeSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007570456399731524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/1600/toki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12271795.post-114879253868996275</id><published>2006-05-28T12:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T13:12:41.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What women say and REALLY mean....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;CAN'T WE JUST BE FRIENDS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;There is no way in hell I'm going to let any part of your body touch any part of mine, again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;I JUST NEED SOME SPACE.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;without you in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;DO I LOOK FAT IN THIS DRESS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;We haven't had a fight in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;NO, PIZZA'S FINE....&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;you cheap slob!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;I JUST DON'T WANT A BOYFRIEND NOW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I just don't want you as a boyfriend now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;I DON'T KNOW, WHAT DO YOU WANT TO DO?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I can't believe you have nothing planned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;COME HERE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;My puppy does this, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;I LIKE YOU, BUT...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I don't like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;OF COURSE I LOVE YOU....&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;just not in that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;YOU NEVER LISTEN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;You never listen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;WE'RE MOVING TOO QUICKLY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I'm not going to sleep with you until I find out if this guy at the gym has a girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;I'LL BE READY IN A MINUTE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I'm ready, but I'm going to make you wait because I know you will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;OH, NO, I'LL PAY FOR MYSELF.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I'm just being nice; there's no way I'm going dutch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;OH YES!!! RIGHT THERE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Well, near there; I just want to get this over with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;I'M JUST GOING OUT WITH THE GIRLS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;We're gonna get sloppy and make fun of you and your friends.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 323px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 103px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="143" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/320/toki-doki.jpg" width="386" border="0" /&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/12271795-114879253868996275?l=psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/feeds/114879253868996275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12271795&amp;postID=114879253868996275&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/114879253868996275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/114879253868996275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/2006/05/what-women-say-and-really-mean.html' title='What women say and REALLY mean....'/><author><name>PsYcHo suPerGoDdeSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007570456399731524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/1600/toki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12271795.post-114863238637090994</id><published>2006-05-26T16:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T16:33:06.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aww.... isn't he cute....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/1600/Image(16).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/320/Image%2816%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/1600/Image(15).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/320/Image%2815%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/1600/Image(14).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/320/Image%2814%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/1600/Image(12).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/320/Image%2812%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/1600/Image(11).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/320/Image%2811%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/1600/Image(10).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/320/Image%2810%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12271795-114863238637090994?l=psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/feeds/114863238637090994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12271795&amp;postID=114863238637090994&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/114863238637090994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/114863238637090994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/2006/05/aww-isnt-he-cute.html' title='Aww.... isn&apos;t he cute....'/><author><name>PsYcHo suPerGoDdeSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007570456399731524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/1600/toki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12271795.post-114857337602376817</id><published>2006-05-26T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T00:23:26.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taming of Le Fromage</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/320/DSC09905.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/320/DSC09906.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/320/DSC09907.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/320/DSC09908.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;4.41pm, Moloko-Sing It Back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comment allez-wous? Parlez-vous francais?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s been 5 days since Cheeze has been back. He’s here most of his time, sleeping in his little corner with the broom, or under the car, in the drain, under the mango tree, next door, under tulip’s car….. Awww….. Sooooo cute….I somehow have a feeling that he’s getting serious--- he might be here to stay! For real?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been saying that it’s always a risky investment to put all your eggs in one basket. But this time, I am more confident to say that the prospective investment return option looks good. The secret? Expensive cat food! It’s those small RM1.00 Whiskas cat food which kept him coming back, I think. He’s eating an average of 3 packets per day, which adds up to quite a meal in Seremban. {Dear Little Squirrel: I’m sowie….. Chilli’s on me next time k? And remember to drag me there when it’s the beginning of the month, before I spent all my money on the cat food. God! I’d need to spend like RM90 per month. Ouch! Burning holes in my pocket! }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s a comfort, to see him there sitting in front of the door every morning, waiting impatiently, with his loud, never ending, demanding meowing whenever he sees me, to which drives Teng crazy. Hehe….. I enjoyed every moment of it, seeing Teng annoyed and pissed off but not able to say anything. And it’s just as great to come home and see him there waiting for me, well, waiting to be fed to be more exact. I felt needed. But I really have to say this, he may be a little picky, but he’s smart! And he’s showing more affections lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;4.53pm, Madison Avenue- Don’t Call Me Baby {Oh baby, talk is cheap….}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now when I came back home, I felt like sh*t. But I felt better, after Cheeze ran to me, rubbed his cheeks against my legs, the way cats show their affection (actually, it’s more of a way to mark their territory/possession). I bent down to stroke him. His fur was really nice, shiny and smooth. (all thanks to the expensive cat food, I’d say. Kudos to Whiskas!)&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, I was crying. I didn’t know what happened, but I felt so much better. Yes, it’s time to let go. Time to delete the last 2 messages left in my phone. He’s not worth it, I tell myself. Just because he can’t deal with his insecurities, doesn’t mean he can just leave me hanging there. Just because he can’t handle me as an ordinary friend, this doesn’t mean that he can just brush me aside and just pick it up from where he left off whenever he felt like it. FYI: I HAVE FEELINGS YOU KNOW!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.06pm, Natalie ft. Baby Bash- Energy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve caught myself calling Cheeze “Baby” so many times. Could this be real?? I'm this proud parent who kept on showing other people his picture and asking" Isn't he cute? Awww...he's a darling, isn't he?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Maybe some women aren’t meant to be tamed, maybe they need to run free until they find someone just as wild, to run with them.” Carrie Bradshaw, SATC, Season 2, Episode 18.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12271795-114857337602376817?l=psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/feeds/114857337602376817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12271795&amp;postID=114857337602376817&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/114857337602376817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/114857337602376817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/2006/05/taming-of-le-fromage.html' title='Taming of Le Fromage'/><author><name>PsYcHo suPerGoDdeSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007570456399731524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/1600/toki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12271795.post-114836789267131727</id><published>2006-05-23T15:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T15:21:34.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wakey! Wakey! {i'm so gonna miss u saying tat...}</title><content type='html'>Buckle up… this is gonna be a hell of a ride…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;02.10am, Howie Day- She Says&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been going through some emotional rollercoaster lately, the loop-to-loop thing is just too much. Feel like puking…. seriously…. time to get off….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time I set eyes on him was on the way down the staircase, between the 2nd and 3rd floor. He was climbing up, and I prancing down. I smiled, he didn’t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*roll eyes*Geesh! What’s his problem!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There he is again, alone in the corner. I kept stealing glances at him. Had to leave... Damn… would have been so cool if I hadn’t look back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;02.29am, Barbara Streisand- The way we were&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We exchanged numbers, and he left in a hurry. Then it suddenly struck me, I didn’t know his name. I ran after him but he was gone. My phone rang. I smiled---- it was him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There he was, at the end of the corridor. I smiled as he approached, and finally for the first time, he smiled back. For a moment, I felt time froze there and then. No, it went slow motion, then stopped for a split second. Finally, everything else just whizzed past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;02.45am, Our Lady Peace- Somewhere Out There&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t go on anymore. I feel like a fool, holding on to all these little and insignificant fragments of memories. Running them through my mind again and again. I realize I was standing out there all alone all along. Was it just me, or was it me? I wonder. I took a minute to ponder upon that question. It was only me being me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s so many things that I wanted to tell him and so many questions. But yet I held them all back. Angry and frustrated, I vowed never to think of him again. But, I couldn’t. I even resorted to other pleasures, yet everything felt empty and meaningless at the end of the day. I wish he could just hold me tightly, tell me he needs me, or at least let me tell him--I need him. But I can’t. I couldn’t. After all, I’m in no position to negotiate. Neither am I entitled to any form of bargaining. The power of decision was never in my hands. Never had the right cards anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;02.58am, Absolute Silence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m tired. I hesitated, savoured every word then pressed Delete. I watched as the messages disappear forever. I watched as the screen went blank for a second. Then another, and another, and another…. This was the fun and flirty you. That was the honest you. Then another one, the apologetic you. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Delete Message? Yes….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess it’s back to square 1.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12271795-114836789267131727?l=psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/feeds/114836789267131727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12271795&amp;postID=114836789267131727&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/114836789267131727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/114836789267131727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/2006/05/wakey-wakey-im-so-gonna-miss-u-saying.html' title='Wakey! Wakey! {i&apos;m so gonna miss u saying tat...}'/><author><name>PsYcHo suPerGoDdeSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007570456399731524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/1600/toki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12271795.post-114534862377002672</id><published>2006-04-18T16:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T16:23:43.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>men &amp; drugs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;"mEn r LikE dRugs, soMetImes theY bRinG u doWn, but othEr tiMes, thEy geT u reALly hiGh...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt; n i'm hoOkeD...&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/12271795-114534862377002672?l=psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/feeds/114534862377002672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12271795&amp;postID=114534862377002672&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/114534862377002672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/114534862377002672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/2006/04/men-drugs.html' title='men &amp; drugs'/><author><name>PsYcHo suPerGoDdeSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007570456399731524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/1600/toki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12271795.post-114493383538452533</id><published>2006-04-13T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T16:32:55.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>where's my cat?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/1600/cheeze.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/320/cheeze.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;------ WANTED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Reward: 1 huge bag of Whiskas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone, meet &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Cheeze&lt;/span&gt;, my "cat". Don't get me wrong, it's not that I do not want to claim the responsibility of ownership. Honestly, I don't mind having a cat. But problem is, Cheeze has a mind of his own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met him on a fine Sunday afternoon, when I was about to go out to help a friend buy Toto 6D (long story...). I fed him cat food n left. I didn't realize he'd be coming over to look for me a few days later---- for food. The poor guy was really hungry! [Note:He prefers cheese to yogurt]. I rushed out to 7-11 to buy more cat food, which he happily gobbled up. Then proceed to taking his cat nap under Teng's car. Which I had to remind Teng again and again, much to Teng's annoyance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it suddenly hit me, Cheeze needed food and I needed company. This would be perfect win-win situation where we both get what we need. But to my dismay, it was all a sham.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, after my CFCS home visit, I bought a big bag of dried cat food. I waited, and waited, and waited..... but cheeze didn't turn up. I saw him that night, hurrying off to somewhere. I called him but he didn't answer. Heck! He didn't even looked at me! &amp;amp;*$%!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arghh!! I've been used by a cat!!! *sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12271795-114493383538452533?l=psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/feeds/114493383538452533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12271795&amp;postID=114493383538452533&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/114493383538452533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/114493383538452533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/2006/04/wheres-my-cat.html' title='where&apos;s my cat?'/><author><name>PsYcHo suPerGoDdeSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007570456399731524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/1600/toki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12271795.post-114278174066105374</id><published>2006-03-19T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T16:28:14.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What’s wrong with being single?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;“You need to get a boyfriend.” I can’t help but stare in absolute astonishment at the guy who said that. I didn’t know how to react; I didn’t know what to say. I just stared at him with this uncomfortable silence between us. Then I giggled. Phew! That lifted off the tension in the air. What was going through his mind? Do I look like some damsel in distress who needs a knight in shining armour to rescue me? Well, maybe some firing in the base might help. But the fact is I don’t think I have the time and energy to maintain a relationship. I think that’s the most important problem. I am someone who needs a lot of personal space and time, and I realize I'm a bit too independent as well. Then again, I have to tendency to freak out and transform into this crazy bitch who nit picks at eveything any guy who shows interest. But I'd usually make exceptions for cute guys ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is not exactly my anthem, but the lyrics are really fantastic:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I'm not waitin' around for a man to save me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;(Cos I'm happy where I am) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Don't depend on a guy to validate me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;(No no) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I don't need to be anyone's baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;(Is that so hard to understand?) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;No I don't need another half to make me whole &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Make your move if you want doesn't mean I will or won't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I'm free to make my mind up you either got it or you don't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;This is my current single status &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;My declaration of independence &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;There's no way I'm tradin' places &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Right now a star's in the ascendant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sure, you’d hear me complaining of not having someone to hug and care for me and all that stuff (especially during some days, when the moon is full….), but deep down inside, I’m just not sure about the whole thing. I’ve seen couples who reminisce about the good old days of being single, and singles who are desperate to get hooked up with someone that they’d trade sex for love. Of course there are still the minorities who really live happily ever after, but how often do you see cases like this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I’m just afraid, or maybe the right guy hasn’t shown up yet. I don’t know. Time will tell. Hopefully. Fingers crossed :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12271795-114278174066105374?l=psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/feeds/114278174066105374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12271795&amp;postID=114278174066105374&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/114278174066105374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/114278174066105374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/2006/03/whats-wrong-with-being-single.html' title='What’s wrong with being single?'/><author><name>PsYcHo suPerGoDdeSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007570456399731524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/1600/toki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12271795.post-114215529241960895</id><published>2006-03-12T17:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T17:21:32.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Road Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;This wouldn’t be my first road trip, but somehow it’s considered my first road trip of me actually driving the car, from KL to Seremban, which took around 40 minutes. It wasn’t all too bad, considering the fact that I have this rather cute guy beside me. I’m totally crazy over his sheepish grin and hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what’s the story? My dad bought a car for me in Johor, and his friend promised to drive it over to Seremban for me. But something came up and his employee drove the car from Johor to KL because I was back in Vista for the weekend. He was sympathetic over the fact that I was not so competent in driving a manual car [*I-L-Squirrel: I used my “act stupid” maneuver again this time, wink wink ;) Works like magic all the time. Only thing is to know when, where and to whom.]. So he offered to sit beside me and accompany me back to Seremban and his friend would drive his employer’s car following mine since they’re on the way back to Johor. I was touched by his kind gesture. He’s around 6ft, his features are quite ok. I kept stealing glances at his large hands and fantasizing them wrapped around my waist. Ummm….. feels good doesn’t it…. So lets go back to this guy, what shall we call him? His real name is a bit Ah-Bengish to mention, which would spoil the whole mood right now. I shall use his initial---O. hmmm… There’s actually nothing much about him. But me being deprived for soooo long, everything seems good. Which leads me to the saying “Cover the face and fire the base.” Whether this would lead to anything, it’s still too early to mention. Would be a nice prospect for a fling though. It’s time to practice my art of seduction….. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be continued....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12271795-114215529241960895?l=psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/feeds/114215529241960895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12271795&amp;postID=114215529241960895&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/114215529241960895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/114215529241960895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/2006/03/road-trip.html' title='Road Trip'/><author><name>PsYcHo suPerGoDdeSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007570456399731524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/1600/toki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12271795.post-114215522853397712</id><published>2006-03-12T17:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T17:20:28.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Death of the Fashionista</title><content type='html'>As I stepped into the IMU campus in Seremban, all I got was these odd glances from everyone. Geez, talk about a warm friendly welcome! I feel so out of place in my baby blue tube dress! It feels like everyone is dressed up in a rather sober way, ties n all. Even the colour is oh so boring L Heck, it’s orientation and it’s hot in here!! I was just dressing up according to the weather. Then and there, they stressed on the dress code again and again. Frankly, speaking, I hardly have anything in my closet which complies to the dress code, except for a few shirts and black slacks. Which makes me wonder, what am I going to do with the 17 dresses hanging in my closet? Hmmm, I could still wear them though, after I’ve altered my whitecoat-----shorten it, cut the sleeves, then add a waist cutting. So that it wouldn’t look like as if there’s nothing underneath the coat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After being reminded for exposing the top half of my body (which was overly exaggerated--- I wasn’t topless!), I been unconsciously pulling my cropped cardigan together again and again, afraid of revealing too much in the campus. I couldn’t understand why this is happening. Guess I should be careful with what I wear. I was walking down the stairs to the cafeteria when I got another disapproving glance again. *sob* Could this be the end of my pretty dresses?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;IMU Seremban=Graveyard of the Fashion World&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12271795-114215522853397712?l=psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/feeds/114215522853397712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12271795&amp;postID=114215522853397712&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/114215522853397712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/114215522853397712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/2006/03/death-of-fashionista.html' title='The Death of the Fashionista'/><author><name>PsYcHo suPerGoDdeSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007570456399731524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/1600/toki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12271795.post-113323738874074982</id><published>2005-11-29T12:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T12:11:31.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life’s Little Luxuries</title><content type='html'>2 more weeks till exam. 2 more systems to go, yet my brain still cannot register anything. Everything seems so familiar yet so distant. The odd thing is, I don’t feel terror, I don’t feel fear gripping me… Adrenal insufficiency? Probable. Of perhaps it’s just this state of mind that I have. I’ve learned that it’s actually important to remain calm in whatever situation you’re in. In doing so, you’re more likely to think and act accordingly. At least that’s what I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught up with a girlfriend from KK, haven’t seen her for about 3 months. And it feels like yesterday since we last went out for a drink. How time flies! Had Caramel Macchiato (it’s somehow a fancy name for Latte with vanilla and caramel syrup, nonetheless, it’s delicious. Many thanks to the guy who recommended it to me, was hoping I’d see him today, but that’s another story) and Mocha Raisin Muffin &lt;--- and that was my lunch for today. How I managed to do that, I really have no idea but I think I’m wearing out my pancreatic cells.&lt;br /&gt;“To my dear pancreas: Sorry, I tried on this dress that I really like today, it’s from Melinda Looi and it’s the perfect dress—sweet light green hue with red cherries, halter, plunging neckline, cutting is just nice, knee length. I look wonderful in it. Problem is, I might need to shed a few pounds. So, the bottom line is---- more OTs!!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went shopping with my girlfriend after coffee. Not much of a sale going on, bummer! Wanted to get a pair of ballerina pumps, but all that walking around was fruitless. Much to my horror, I’ve discovered that the pair that I intended to buy after reading about it in the magazine (it’s not cheap either: Rm250 from Clarks) was far from how I’ve imagined it to be. I wouldn’t say it’s ugly, per se, save for the fact that it’s rather dull. Not the price that I’d pay for a pair of shoes, even though it is very comfortable. I’d rather use the money to buy something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stopped by an Aēsop counter (Aēsop is a brand very well know from Australia, it uses all natural ingredients and very pricey!) to try out some beauty products. It was a temporary counter, just under the escalator around the South court, opposite British India. Was sitting down comfortably and having the back of my hand washed (they usually don’t wash or put any products on your face for fear of eliciting an allergic reaction, they’d be in deep sh*t if that happens) when this lady sitting opposite me started screaming. I looked to my left to see the display case toppling over. I stood up as soon as I realize what’s happening and tried to stop it from crushing my friend who’s actually sitting with her back facing it. It was rather heavy, someone could’ve gotten hurt! My girlfriend and I weren’t sure how it actually happened but we think a little boy accidentally knocked it over. That was horrifying. The moral of the story is--never go near any display cases which have a high center of gravity, EVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, best thing is I’ve bought a lot of presents today. I just love wrapping the presents, putting them in boxes and tying them up with big beautiful ribbons. I love the big and beautiful smile on people’s face when they see it. I call my creations: “&lt;em&gt;Life’s Little Luxuries----wrapped in a box, sealed with love and sincerely yours&lt;/em&gt;”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;#Jenny’s ideal present: A hot sexy guy with low slung CK jeans, ZARA shirt, white NIKE sneakers and the most important: a silver ribbon tied round his wrist. Standing at the door, he’d look me in the eyes and say, in a very sexy voice, “I’m yours tonight”. Mmmm… sinfully delicious. OMG! Can’t stop drooling. *LOL* Dream on baby! Dream on! #&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/320/DSC09397.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Caramel Macchiato and Mocha Raisin Muffin--- delicious...&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/320/DSC09400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Life’s Little Luxuries----wrapped in a box, sealed with love and sincerely yours”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12271795-113323738874074982?l=psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/feeds/113323738874074982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12271795&amp;postID=113323738874074982&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/113323738874074982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/113323738874074982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/2005/11/lifes-little-luxuries.html' title='Life’s Little Luxuries'/><author><name>PsYcHo suPerGoDdeSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007570456399731524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/1600/toki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12271795.post-113112004561658780</id><published>2005-11-04T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T00:00:46.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another dateless Friday night</title><content type='html'>Here I am, again... back at home in vista. Another dateless, alcohol-less, clubless, guyless.... Friday night. Was out for a movie just now with Shaun and Teng.Watched Legend of Zorro, in TGV@ KLCC.Not bad, I'd say. Quite funny though, but less action n "passion" compared to the first one. More like an action comedy. I'd give it an 7.5/10 for d funny stuff + Catherine Zeta Jones+Adrian Alonso(d boy who played "Joaquin",he's so cute!!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had ice-cream--- New Zealand Natural: White Chocolate and Rum 'n Raisin. It's heavenly!! The Rum n' Raisin is highly recommended!! It's not too sweet and the flavour of the rum is intoxicating (maybe it's just because the rum is rather strong.... mmmm.... I love hard liquor, JD wiv coke any1?). The White Chocolate is not bad, there's small chunks of white chocolate here and there, a bit too sweet though. I'd still stick to Rum 'n raisin. 3 cheers!! Hip-hip-hooray!! Finally found "The One". Rum 'n raisin from Baskin and  Robbins is too sweet; Hagen Daz is tasteless, I think only these 3 has ice-cream with alcohol. If there's anything better, please let me know!!! *Sharing is Caring*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner at Nando's after the movie. Then went back home. It was quite fun, hanging out with Shaun and Teng. Albeit dateless but nevertheless, it's great fun. Just sitting there talking and walking around doing bits of window shopping. Not much of a sale going on :( shall wait until December. In the meantime, I shall try my best to stay focused and finish studying all my systems within this month! So no more fantasizing about that beautiful dress from Emporio Armani........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12271795-113112004561658780?l=psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/feeds/113112004561658780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12271795&amp;postID=113112004561658780&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/113112004561658780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/113112004561658780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/2005/11/another-dateless-friday-night.html' title='Another dateless Friday night'/><author><name>PsYcHo suPerGoDdeSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007570456399731524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/1600/toki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12271795.post-113108042939105859</id><published>2005-11-04T12:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T13:00:30.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Art of Seduction</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Charm, persuasion, the ability to create illusions: these are some of the many dazzling gifts of the Seducer, the compelling figure who is able to manipulate, mislead, and give pleasure all at once.  When raised to the level of art, seduction, an indirect and subtle form of power, has toppled empires, won elections, and enslaved great minds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Seduce..... or be Seduced&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;dl&gt; &lt;dt style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Choose the Right Target&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Study your prey thoroughly.  The right targets are those for whom you can fill a void.  The perfect target allows for the perfect chase.&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dt style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Create a False Sense of Security - Approach Indirectly&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd&gt; The seduction should begin at an angle so that the target only gradually becomes aware of you.  Haunt the periphery of your target's life.&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dt style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Send Mixed Signals&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd&gt; A mix of qualities suggests depth, which fascinates as it confuses.&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dt style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Appear to Be an Object of Desire&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Make your targets hungry to possess you.  It will become a point of vanity for them to be the preferred object of your attention.&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dt style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Create a Need - Stir Anxiety and Discontent&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd&gt; A perfectly satisfied person cannot be seduced.&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dt style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Master the Art of Insinuation&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Create a sublanguage - bold statements followed by retraction and apology, banal talk combined with alluring glances.  make everything suggestive.&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dt style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Enter Their Spirit&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Play by your targets' rules.  In doing so you will stroke their deep-rooted narcissism and lower their defenses.&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dt style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Create Temptation&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Lure the target by creating a glimpse of the pleasures to come.&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dt style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Keep Them in Suspense&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd&gt;The moment people feel they know what to expect from you, your spell on them is broken.  Give the target a thrill with a sudden change of direction.&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dt style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Use the Power of Words to Sow Confusion&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd&gt;The trick to making people listen is to say what they want to hear.  Flatter them.&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dt style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Pay Attention to Detail&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Lofty words of love and grand gestures can be suspicious.  The subtle gestures and the offhand things you do are often more charming.&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dt style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Poeticize&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Your Presence - Intrigue your target by altering an exciting presence with a cool distance, exuberant moments followed by calculated absences.&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dt style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Disarm Through Strategic Weakness and Vulnerability&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Too much maneuvering on your part may raise suspicion.  The best way to cover your tracks is to make the other person feel superior and stronger.&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dt style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Confuse Desire and Reality&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Create the Perfect Illusion  - Aim at secret wishes that have been thwarted or repressed, stirring up uncontrollable emotions, clouding a victim's powers of reason.&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dt style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Isolate the Target&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd&gt; Take your targets away from their normal milieu, friends, family, home.  With no outside support, an isolated person is easily led astray.&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dt style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Prove Yourself&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd&gt; One well-timed action that shows how far you are willing to go to win your target over will dispel doubts.&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dt style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Effect a Regression&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd&gt; People who have experienced a certain kind of pleasure in the past will try to repeat or relive it. &lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dt style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Stir Up the Transgressive and Taboo&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd&gt;People yearn to explore their dark side.  Take your targets further than they imagine - the shared feeling of guilt and complicity will create a powerful bond.&lt;/dd&gt; &lt;dt style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Use Spiritual Lures&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Everyone has doubts and insecurities about their physical presence.  Lure them out of their insecurities by making them focus on something sublime and spiritual.&lt;/dd&gt; &lt;dt style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mix Pleasure with Pain&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd&gt; The greatest mistake in seduction is being too nice.&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dt style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Give Them Space to Fall&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd&gt;The Pursuer is Pursued - Hint that you are growing bored.  Seem interested in someone else.  Create the illusion that the seducer is being seduced.&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dt style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Use Physical Lures&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Targets with active minds are dangerous.  Put their minds gently to rest and waken their dormant senses by combining a non-defensive attitude with a charged sexual pleasure.  &lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dt style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Master the Art of the Bold Move&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd&gt; Don't give the target time to consider the consequences.  One person must go on the offensive, and it is you.&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dt style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Beware the After-effects&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Never let the other person take you for granted.  Use absence, create pain and conflict, to keep the seduced on tenterhooks.&lt;/dd&gt; &lt;/dl&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12271795-113108042939105859?l=psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/feeds/113108042939105859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12271795&amp;postID=113108042939105859&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/113108042939105859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/113108042939105859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/2005/11/art-of-seduction.html' title='The Art of Seduction'/><author><name>PsYcHo suPerGoDdeSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007570456399731524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/1600/toki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12271795.post-113108264278962792</id><published>2005-10-30T13:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T13:43:34.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paradise Live in Malaysia ft. Guy Sebastian @ Glad Tidings, PJ-- 30/10/2005</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/1600/DSC09094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/320/DSC09094.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Too hot to handle! Can you feel the temperature rising?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/1600/DSC09093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/320/DSC09093.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pretty maids all in a row.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/1600/DSC09092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/320/DSC09092.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Vasan...too hot to handle!! Couldn't agree more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/1600/DSC09091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/320/DSC09091.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dear~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/1600/DSC09090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/320/DSC09090.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sabahans!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/1600/DSC09089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/320/DSC09089.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Vanessa, my very nice n caring housemate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/1600/DSC09088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/320/DSC09088.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sheena*Luv ur hair!Definitely worth every cent of it.*&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/1600/DSC09087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/320/DSC09087.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/1600/DSC09086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/320/DSC09086.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jeremy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/1600/DSC09085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/320/DSC09085.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;JoEn, Me n Sheena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/1600/DSC09084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/320/DSC09084.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;IMU ppl who went 4 d concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/1600/DSC09071.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/320/DSC09071.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Post concert "mamak" at A&amp;W, Tidal Wave, yum!!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/1600/DSC09072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/320/DSC09072.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can't believe he actually used my lip balm!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/1600/DSC09073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/320/DSC09073.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jeremy with my denim jacket.What's with guy and cross-dressing?First Justin now Jeremy?!?!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/1600/DSC09074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/320/DSC09074.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rahman---At Ken's place.&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/12271795-113108264278962792?l=psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/feeds/113108264278962792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12271795&amp;postID=113108264278962792&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/113108264278962792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/113108264278962792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/2005/10/paradise-live-in-malaysia-ft-guy.html' title='Paradise Live in Malaysia ft. Guy Sebastian @ Glad Tidings, PJ-- 30/10/2005'/><author><name>PsYcHo suPerGoDdeSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007570456399731524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/1600/toki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12271795.post-113092000936958706</id><published>2005-10-29T16:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T13:15:44.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip to Melaka-- 29/10/2005</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/1600/DSC09102.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/320/DSC09102.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;New shades from TopShop.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/1600/DSC09101.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/320/DSC09101.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shaun's Mercedes......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/1600/DSC09100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/320/DSC09100.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Satay celup!! Yum!!!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/1600/DSC09099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/320/DSC09099.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me n Natzumi, Fulltank Cafe.... night life in Melacca is pathetic :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/1600/DSC09098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/320/DSC09098.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Durian Chendol anyone? Forgot d shop name, it's in Jonker Street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/1600/DSC09097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/320/DSC09097.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shaun and Natzumi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/1600/DSC09095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/320/DSC09095.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Da sleepy and grumpy driver who wouldn't let me drive back to Bukit Jalil.....&lt;br /&gt;# The trip down to melacca's been great!! Can't wait to go again...#&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/12271795-113092000936958706?l=psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/feeds/113092000936958706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12271795&amp;postID=113092000936958706&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/113092000936958706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/113092000936958706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/2005/10/trip-to-melaka-29102005.html' title='Trip to Melaka-- 29/10/2005'/><author><name>PsYcHo suPerGoDdeSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007570456399731524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/1600/toki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12271795.post-113046506215574952</id><published>2005-10-28T09:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T10:30:33.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Staring At the Sun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/1600/DSC09023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/320/DSC09023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Silhouette&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/320/DSC09025.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Staring at the Sun-- &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Was walking to uni this morning while listening to Rooster's Staring at the Sun, the warmth of the sun on my face and the partial blinding effect inspired me to capture the moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/320/DSC09024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blue sky n clouds--&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;reminds me of cotton candy....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Staring at the Sun-- Rooster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Daylight on my shoulder &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Makes me feel alive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You kept me standing in your shadow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And it's a cold cold place to hide&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm running away from this messed up place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm breaking free, yeah yeah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm tired of staring at the sun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can't stand the way you put my eyes so I can't see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stealing every breath I breathe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You push me into overdrive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I don't need this kind of light coz now &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm done&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You took everything while I was staring at the sun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know you won't leave me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But just turn and walk away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm tired of when you kick me around&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Trying to kill my dreams and break me down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I won't hang around&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm running away from this messed up place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm breaking free, yeah yeah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm tired of staring at the sun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can't stand the way you put my eyes so I can't see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stealing every breath I breathe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You push me into overdrive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I don't need this kind of light coz now I'm done&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You took everything while I was staring at the sun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was staring at the sun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Daylight on my shoulderI know its time to run&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes I know its time to runI'm tired of staring at the sun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can't stand the way you put my eyes so I can't seeStealing every breath I breathe (stealing every breath I breathe)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You push me into overdrive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I don't need this kind of light coz now I'm done&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You took everything while I was staring at the sun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yeah, yeah staring at the sun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;You took everything while I was staring at the sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/12271795-113046506215574952?l=psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/feeds/113046506215574952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12271795&amp;postID=113046506215574952&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/113046506215574952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/113046506215574952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/2005/10/staring-at-sun.html' title='Staring At the Sun'/><author><name>PsYcHo suPerGoDdeSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007570456399731524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/1600/toki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12271795.post-113024872657463934</id><published>2005-10-25T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T16:02:43.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Call Me Baby-Madison Avenue</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;You and me, we have an opportunity&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And we could make it something really cool&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But you, you think I'm not that kind of girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm here to tell you baby, I know how to rock your world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't think that I'm not strong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm the one to take you on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't underestimate me boy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll make you sorry you were born&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You don't know me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The way you really should&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You sure misunderstood&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Don't call me baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;You got some nerve, and baby that'll never do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;You know I don't belong t o you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;It's time you knew I'm not your baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I belong to me, so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Don't call me baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Behind my smile is my IQ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I must admit, this does not sit, with the likes of you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You're really sweet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mmm, you're really nice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But didn't mama ever tell you not to play with fire?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*Men.... When they're lonely and horny, in comes all the sweet talking. When they're not into you, they wouldn't even f*cking care where the hell you are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Msg #1: Hi, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. How are you? I'm in JB, very boring!&lt;br /&gt;Msg#2: Yup. Who else? Working la &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;babe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Me alone then here like jungle, dunno where to go.&lt;br /&gt;Msg#3: That's pretty good. Why don't you come down to JB to have dinner with me? It's so boring here :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are the messages that I got from the engineer( who already has a gf). When I got them, all I feel is just all these goosebumps on my skin. I feel--used. Do I only cross his mind when he's desperate and lonely? So that would make me..what? A call girl? Someone who you can just call baby when you're lonely and horny? Even phone sex cost money "baby"! For your information buster, you'd need to do a little more than that.&lt;br /&gt;Well actually, there's nothing much that he can do anyway. He's attached, and I'm just not interested. The probability of me sleeping with him few months ago: 70%; now 0%. Sleeping with him now would only make me a whore! Haha... I've nothing more to say, I rest my case! To think that I once thought that he's a nice guy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12271795-113024872657463934?l=psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/feeds/113024872657463934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12271795&amp;postID=113024872657463934&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/113024872657463934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/113024872657463934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/2005/10/dont-call-me-baby-madison-avenue.html' title='Don&apos;t Call Me Baby-Madison Avenue'/><author><name>PsYcHo suPerGoDdeSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007570456399731524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/1600/toki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12271795.post-112712583829833803</id><published>2005-09-19T18:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T18:30:38.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just for laughs :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/1600/MGG0206.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 340px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="210" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/320/MGG0206.gif" width="381" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12271795-112712583829833803?l=psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/feeds/112712583829833803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12271795&amp;postID=112712583829833803&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/112712583829833803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/112712583829833803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/2005/09/just-for-laughs.html' title='Just for laughs :)'/><author><name>PsYcHo suPerGoDdeSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007570456399731524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/1600/toki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12271795.post-112712494143820160</id><published>2005-09-19T17:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T18:15:44.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A career as a PR?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/1600/Taekwondonews1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 182px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 344px" height="317" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/320/Taekwondonews1.jpg" width="168" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There should always be a backup plan in case the one going on right now fails. I’ve been giving that some thoughts and I asked myself, why not? If I didn’t make it through medical school, at least there’s something else that I might have interest in.&lt;br /&gt;I was forced to become the PR for the IMU Cares Charity Taekwondo Championship held in August. It wasn't too bad. Didn't mean I did a good job per se but still it was ok for a beginner. I had my first article published in the Malaysian Today, the 16-18Sept. edition of the paper. It sounded badly written as it was edited by someone. The whole flow was almost lost. Didn’t sound like me but anyway, these things do happen. They have to edit it so that it sounds more appropriate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So what’s actually Public Relations? Public relations encompasses a variety of marketing tactics that strengthen your credibility, enhance your image, develop goodwill or influence public opinion. These tactics, such as speeches, special events, newsletters, annual reports and news releases, are targeted to an audience. P.R. involves communicating who you are, what you do, and how you benefit your customers and the community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;People often confuse PR with publicity. Publicity is actually part of PR. Other components of PR include organizing events to draw more attention towards the company, prepare annual reports, fact sheets etc., make charitable contributions. Basically, it covers a lot of things, but it all draws down to making the company of organization you’re working at more well know by the public or even just the targeted population.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;PR as a career? Why not? Sounds intersting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12271795-112712494143820160?l=psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/feeds/112712494143820160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12271795&amp;postID=112712494143820160&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/112712494143820160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/112712494143820160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/2005/09/career-as-pr.html' title='A career as a PR?'/><author><name>PsYcHo suPerGoDdeSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007570456399731524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/1600/toki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12271795.post-112705163130162186</id><published>2005-09-18T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T21:56:03.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monash University Convo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/320/DSCN1414z.jpg" border="0" /&gt; I wonder how our IMU convo would be like.... heard it'll be in March next year.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/1600/DSCN1417z3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/320/DSCN1417z3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Christine(oops, his real name is Chris, but we always call him Christine ;P )... the ultra-nice guy, with a huge sense of humour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/1600/DSCN1422z2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/320/DSCN1422z2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The hotel lobby of Sunway Resort Hotel.Cool interior deco!Lots of designer stuff to look out for.&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/12271795-112705163130162186?l=psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/feeds/112705163130162186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12271795&amp;postID=112705163130162186&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/112705163130162186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/112705163130162186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/2005/09/monash-university-convo.html' title='Monash University Convo'/><author><name>PsYcHo suPerGoDdeSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007570456399731524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/1600/toki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12271795.post-112705109620221579</id><published>2005-09-18T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T21:44:56.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Designer Chair</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; The Ball Chair/Sphere Chair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/1600/sphere.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/320/sphere.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The USD1570 designer chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/1600/DSCN1427z2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/320/DSCN1427z2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There's 2 in the Sunway Lagoon Resort Hotel Lobby. Go n check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/320/DSCN1426z3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It's actually very comfortable ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;History of the Ball Chair:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;By using one of the most simple geometric forms - the ball - cutting of a part and fixing it at one point Eero Aarnio(The designer) comes to a remarkable result - a completely unconventional shaped chair: a "room within a room" with a cozy and calm atmosphere, protecting outside noises and giving a private space for relaxing or having a phone call. Turning around its own axis on the base the view to the outer space is variable for the user and thus he is not completely excluded from world outside. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;It was the creation of one of the most remarkable chairs in the furniture history of the 20th century. This first hand made piece is still standing in Eero's house. It was this first Ball Chair two young managers from the company Asko discovered when visiting Eero to see some pine wood designs. They were immediately impressed and convinced of the phenomenal design. It took a few years to get the chair into production. 1966 the Ball Chair was presented at the international furniture fair in Cologne. It was the sensation of the fair, the international breakthrough for Eero Aarnio and the start for a whole line of fibreglass designs by Aarnio- including the clear acrylic bubble chair in 1968.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12271795-112705109620221579?l=psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/feeds/112705109620221579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12271795&amp;postID=112705109620221579&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/112705109620221579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/112705109620221579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/2005/09/designer-chair.html' title='Designer Chair'/><author><name>PsYcHo suPerGoDdeSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007570456399731524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/1600/toki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12271795.post-112676676278477734</id><published>2005-09-15T14:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T14:46:02.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Get Well Soon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/1600/graphic1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 390px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 248px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="229" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/320/graphic1.jpg" width="390" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Had dinner with my little squirrel yesterday. (You are not insignificant! In fact you're inportant to everyone of us) Realized that we all had been through a huge emotional turmoil lately. So, to eveyone who has been having trouble lately..... Get Well Soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12271795-112676676278477734?l=psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/feeds/112676676278477734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12271795&amp;postID=112676676278477734&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/112676676278477734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/112676676278477734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/2005/09/get-well-soon.html' title='Get Well Soon'/><author><name>PsYcHo suPerGoDdeSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007570456399731524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/1600/toki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12271795.post-112667911461009654</id><published>2005-09-14T14:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T14:38:34.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner at Pizza Uno, USJ Taipan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;IMU Taekwondo Club appreciation dinner at Pizza Uno, USJ Taipan, on 9th Spetember 2005.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/320/DSC008331.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/320/DSC008362.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Herbert has the tendency to close his eyes when taking pictures.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/320/DSC008392.JPG" border="0" /&gt;My Sir, Master KM Rejendran (6th Dan), Head Instructor for IMU Taekwondo Club.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/320/DSC008401.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The famous Jenny Pose.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/320/DSC008411.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ian/Nerd. The cutest and sweetest guy. He was so so touched that he almost cried when I made him a sandwich. Unlike somebody.........&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/320/DSC008421.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Yu Man, the only representative from IMU during the championship.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/320/DSC008481.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Joe, after his haircut. Finally...&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/320/DSC008491.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is as far as we went ( We stopped at this position) .Were inspired by the Romeo &amp; Juliet poster at the back ( not seen)&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/320/DSC00858.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Pretty maids all in a row??&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/320/DSC008572.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Can you spot the murderer?&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/320/DSC00864.jpg" border="0" /&gt;He just has to be in the picture!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/320/DSC00866.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/320/DSC00865.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The Jenny Pose, again.....&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/320/DSC00868.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Najib, the IMU Taekwondo Instructor.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/320/DSC008553.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(1)&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/320/DSC00859.jpg" border="0" /&gt;(2)&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/320/DSC00860.jpg" border="0" /&gt;(3)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;1+2+3: S.H.E. of Taekwondo Club!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/320/DSC00869.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Justin, in my pink jacket. What was he thinking!?!?!?!?&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/320/DSC008821.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;#Finale#&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*sigh* Time flies when you're having fun....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12271795-112667911461009654?l=psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/feeds/112667911461009654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12271795&amp;postID=112667911461009654&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/112667911461009654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/112667911461009654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/2005/09/dinner-at-pizza-uno-usj-taipan.html' title='Dinner at Pizza Uno, USJ Taipan'/><author><name>PsYcHo suPerGoDdeSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007570456399731524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/1600/toki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12271795.post-112650092269685682</id><published>2005-09-12T12:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T22:10:14.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cause of Death: Decompression Sickness/ Diver's Bend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*This post is dedicated to T, a diving enthusiast*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My feelings for you seeped quietly into my blood as I dived deeper. Last night, the accumulated amount exceeded of what my body could handle. I’ve dived too deep and too long. My oxygen’s running low. I need to resurface. But everything happened too quickly and too sudden. All the feelings that I have for you came bubbling out. I felt a moment of confusion and disorientation. You were oblivious of my condition. You went on, captivated by the spectacular view of the underwater world. I died of diver’s bend. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Certified Time of Death: 10.36pm, 10 September 2005.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Obituary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 112px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 105px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="159" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/320/o1.jpg" width="150" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Pathetic_ Cat&lt;br /&gt;Age: 22 years&lt;br /&gt;Passed away peacefully on 10th September 2005. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Leaving behind a wardrobe full of clothes, shoes, bags and accessories to mourn their loss.&lt;br /&gt;Funeral on 15th September 2005, at 11pm, on The Loft, KL. Above 21 only. Subject to club capacity.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Funeral&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="267" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/320/lilies.jpg" width="187" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;While I was writing my own obituary, I was actually imagining how it’d be. After all, I need to “leave” in style. The central theme would be black and white. Which means the coffin, hearse has to be black. The venue of the event would be decorated with white lilies. I’d be dressed in a black tutu, with a black corset matched with a pair of custom made black ballerina shoes with beautiful satin ribbon. The makeup would be simple, black smoky eyes &amp; lip gloss. It’ll be a simple event. Just get it over and done with! It’s the wake that’s the main thing. It’ll be held in a nice cozy bar. Guests would be sipping martinis and munching on bite size finger foods while talking and mingling. It’s a social event after all. And please no crying. MOVE ON! Do not spend too much time mourning, life’s too short. Enjoy yourself. It’s a party, with lots of alcohol ;) Have fun!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/320/ebaytutu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;*I have no idea why I'd actually blurt out how I felt for you. Guess I was angry at you. I'm really angry at the comment you made about me the night after the dinner. How can someone that I care about think so low of me? Should have left but I didn't want to make a whole drama out of it. Anyhow, it's all over. There were awkward moments but I've moved on. There's nothing for me to mourn anymore. No tears to cry, life's too short. You're limited and I accept that. Thank you. You're been a great friend. But sometimes a little too critical. Friends forever.*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12271795-112650092269685682?l=psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/feeds/112650092269685682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12271795&amp;postID=112650092269685682&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/112650092269685682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/112650092269685682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/2005/09/cause-of-death-decompression-sickness.html' title='Cause of Death: Decompression Sickness/ Diver&apos;s Bend'/><author><name>PsYcHo suPerGoDdeSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007570456399731524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/1600/toki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12271795.post-112495592316211427</id><published>2005-08-25T15:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T16:12:51.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice shame on me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Fuck me badly once, shame on you. Fuck me badly twice, shame on me"- Samantha Jones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12271795-112495592316211427?l=psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/feeds/112495592316211427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12271795&amp;postID=112495592316211427&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/112495592316211427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/112495592316211427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/2005/08/fool-me-once-shame-on-you-fool-me.html' title='Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice shame on me.'/><author><name>PsYcHo suPerGoDdeSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007570456399731524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/1600/toki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12271795.post-112467667758111491</id><published>2005-08-22T09:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T10:21:53.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The most exciting, challenging and significant relationship of all is the one you have with yourself. And if you can find someone to love the you you love, well, that's just fabulous. " -Carrie Bradshaw&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The me that I love:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1) wild and crazy at times [hmm... most of the time]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2) my bible= fashion magazines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3) very particular about style and fashion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;4) loves shopping [denies being a shopaholic]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;5) a sucker for dresses [has a total of 10 dresses in my closet which adds up to about RM 2000++….so that’s where all my money went]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;6) temptress wannabe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;7) Average everyday INSANE psycho supergoddess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;8) loves and pampers myself a wee bit too much [tends to go overboard with the shopping and occasional binging ….]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;9) inspired by Carrie Bradshaw on relationships and Samantha Jones on sex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;10) passionate about men&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;11) strikes Jenny pose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;12) walks Jenny gait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;13) flirts occasionally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;14) ex-smoker [proud to say that I’ve quit smoking!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;15) an avid clubber [enjoys it more if I didn’t have to pay for my drinks]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;16) has keen interest in dancing [currently learning Salsa]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;17) loves SEX AND THE CITY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;18) has broad musical taste [it all depends on my mood, current fave song: It Ends Tonight- All American Rejects]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;19) sleeps a lot [takes cat naps frequently]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;20) strong and independent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;21) moody at times&lt;br /&gt;22) "eats" 3-4 lipbalms in a year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;23) partial health freak [eats organic vegetables!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;24) pops pills [vitamin supplements]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;25) spends a lot on facial products [current fave brand: ORIGINS]&lt;br /&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/12271795-112467667758111491?l=psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/feeds/112467667758111491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12271795&amp;postID=112467667758111491&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/112467667758111491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/112467667758111491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/2005/08/me.html' title='Me'/><author><name>PsYcHo suPerGoDdeSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007570456399731524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/1600/toki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12271795.post-112467382979740753</id><published>2005-08-22T09:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T09:23:49.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For JoEn</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;How can I think I'm standing strong? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yet feel the air beneath my feet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How can happiness feel so wrong? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How can misery feel so sweet?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How can you let me watch you sleep? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then break my dreams the way you do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How can I have got in so deep? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why did i fall in love with you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is the closest thing to crazy I have ever been. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Feeling twenty-two, acting seventeen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is the nearest thing to crazy I have ever known. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was never crazy on my own. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And now I know &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That there's a link between the two, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Being close to craziness, and being close to you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How can you let me fall apart? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then break my fall with lovin lies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's so easy to break a heart, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's so easy to close your eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How can you treat me like a child? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yet like a child I yearn for you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How can anyone feel so wild? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How ca anyone feel so blue?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is the closest thing to crazy I have ever been. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Feeling twenty-two, acting seventeen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is the nearest thing to crazy I have ever known. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was never crazy on my own. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And now I know &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That there's a link between the two, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Being close to craziness, and being close to you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And being close to you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And being close to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Katie Melua- The Closest Thing To Crazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/12271795-112467382979740753?l=psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/feeds/112467382979740753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12271795&amp;postID=112467382979740753&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/112467382979740753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/112467382979740753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/2005/08/for-joen.html' title='For JoEn'/><author><name>PsYcHo suPerGoDdeSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007570456399731524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/1600/toki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12271795.post-112445484165452490</id><published>2005-08-19T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T20:34:01.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Engineer</title><content type='html'>Was out on a dinner date with an engineer last night. It was the first date i ever had in ages! Well, ever since Whale #1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe such kind of guys still exist! He was a "true" gentleman ( i'm reserving the title just in case it was just to impress me), behold, a list of things he did:&lt;br /&gt;1) apologize over and over again for being late&lt;br /&gt;2) told me not to help him save money [ i.e. I can really choose any restaurants I like even if it'll cost him a fortune. But i didn't :)  ]&lt;br /&gt;3) opened the door of the car for me and helped me closed it [ I have to applaud him for that, how many guys would actually do that? Even though I could actually do it myself since my MSK system is perfectly fine. I would grade him for effort.]&lt;br /&gt;4) held the door for me&lt;br /&gt;5) offered to carry my &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Burberry&lt;/span&gt; bag [ Even though it didn't look thaaat heavy, but I really have to praise him for the courage. Guys are actually embarassed to be seen carrying a ladies handbag. Ok, so maybe because mine was a &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Burberry&lt;/span&gt; bag.]&lt;br /&gt;6) commented on my shoes [ said it was really high]&lt;br /&gt;7) sent me back home and walked me to my apartment&lt;br /&gt;8) did not take any sorts of advantage&lt;br /&gt;9) made me laugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it, it's pretty odd. There were no chemistry. It just feels like I'm just one of his clients and he's just there to entertain me. He's changed in someway. The feelings are different, compared to last year. I think that's that for him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12271795-112445484165452490?l=psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/feeds/112445484165452490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12271795&amp;postID=112445484165452490&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/112445484165452490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/112445484165452490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/2005/08/engineer.html' title='Engineer'/><author><name>PsYcHo suPerGoDdeSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007570456399731524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/1600/toki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12271795.post-112409016432871962</id><published>2005-08-15T14:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T15:16:04.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RUSH</title><content type='html'>Went clubbing with my friends last Friday. Was only told that we're going to Rush( Eastin Hotel, PJ) after we got to our friend's place in Setapak, which is a 30min drive from Bukit Jalil. RUSH Opening Hours: Opens daily from 5pm to 2am on weekdays and 5pm to 3am on Friday and Saturday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/320/main.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got there around 11.30pm. There were about 20 of us, so we opened 3 bottles of Chivas Regal 12 (Whisky), the bill was a total of about &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RM1000++&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; No idea how much the cover charge is but I think it would be around RM40. I miss ladies night---the days when I wouldn't need to pay for my own drinks. But it was still ok. 3 bottles of Chivas is a lot! I had around 6-7 glasses of Chivas+Coke. Which is a really bad idea. Skipped dinner that night, so the rate of absorption was ultra-quick. Was a bit tipsy after 3 drinks (only).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place is not bad. The interior deco is nice, a bit retro. The crowd's mostly chinese, most of the men are ok looking, the chicks are hot too! The band wasn't that good. The DJ takes over the place at around 12midnight. &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I love the DJ! In fact, I love all DJs! He was really good looking! But didn't feel like screwing around that night :) ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I had a great time at RUSH. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;RUSH gets 7.5 out of 10 (The DJ's good looking though, but he's not spinning my fave songs. And frankly speaking the band sux!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&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/12271795-112409016432871962?l=psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/feeds/112409016432871962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12271795&amp;postID=112409016432871962&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/112409016432871962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/112409016432871962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/2005/08/rush.html' title='RUSH'/><author><name>PsYcHo suPerGoDdeSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007570456399731524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/1600/toki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12271795.post-112372682261572982</id><published>2005-08-11T10:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T10:20:22.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still single</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Found this somewhere on the net:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;1. The nice men are ugly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;2. The handsome men are not nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;3. The handsome and nice men are gay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;4. The handsome, nice and heterosexual men are married.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;5. The men who are not so handsome, but are nice men, have no money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;6. The men who are not so handsome, but are nice men with money think we are only after their money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;7. The handsome men without money are after our money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;8. The handsome men, who are not so nice and somewhat heterosexual, don't think we are beautiful enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;9. The men who think we are beautiful, that are heterosexual, somewhat nice and have money, are cowards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;10. The men who are somewhat handsome, somewhat nice and have some money and thank God are heterosexual, are shy and NEVER MAKE THE FIRST MOVE!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;11. The men who never make the first move, automatically lose interest in us when we take the initiative.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NOW, WHO THE HELL UNDERSTANDS MEN?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;"Men are like a fine wine. They all start out like grapes, and it's ourjob to stomp on them and keep them in the dark until they mature intosomething you'd like to have dinner with."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny thing about life is that I’ve actually met all 11 types of men. I’ve finally realized that my pretty dresses are monster magnets, they all attract the wrong type of men, men who are just out for fun, out for sex and even straying men!&lt;br /&gt;*Note to self: Try wearing the dresses inside out to attract the correct type of men.*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12271795-112372682261572982?l=psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/feeds/112372682261572982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12271795&amp;postID=112372682261572982&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/112372682261572982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/112372682261572982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/2005/08/still-single.html' title='Still single'/><author><name>PsYcHo suPerGoDdeSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007570456399731524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/1600/toki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12271795.post-112286876395990096</id><published>2005-08-01T11:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T11:59:42.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>April 5th</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" align="center"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; BORDER-LEFT-COLOR: gray; BACKGROUND: #bce9ff; BORDER-BOTTOM-COLOR: gray; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; WORD-SPACING: 0.3em; FONT: bolder small-caps 14pt Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif; TEXT-TRANSFORM: capitalize; WIDTH: 350px; COLOR: black; BORDER-TOP-STYLE: double; BORDER-TOP-COLOR: gray; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: double; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: double; TEXT-ALIGN: center; BORDER-RIGHT-COLOR: gray; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: double"&gt;Your Birthdate: April 5&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; BORDER-LEFT-COLOR: gray; BACKGROUND: #e2f5ff; BORDER-BOTTOM-COLOR: gray; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; FONT: small-caps 12pt Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif; TEXT-TRANSFORM: none; WIDTH: 350px; COLOR: black; BORDER-TOP-STYLE: double; BORDER-TOP-COLOR: gray; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: double; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: double; TEXT-ALIGN: left; BORDER-RIGHT-COLOR: gray; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: double"&gt;With a birthday on the 5th of the month you are inclined to work well with people and enjoy them.&lt;br /&gt;You are talented and versatile, very good at presenting ideas.&lt;br /&gt;You may have a tendency to get itchy feet at times and need change and travel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to be very progressive, imaginative and adaptable.&lt;br /&gt;Your mind is quick, clever and analytical.&lt;br /&gt;A restlessness in your nature may make you a bit impatient and easily bored with routine.&lt;br /&gt;You may have a tendency to shirk responsibility&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Does Your Birth Date Mean?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12271795-112286876395990096?l=psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/feeds/112286876395990096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12271795&amp;postID=112286876395990096&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/112286876395990096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/112286876395990096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/2005/08/april-5th.html' title='April 5th'/><author><name>PsYcHo suPerGoDdeSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007570456399731524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/1600/toki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12271795.post-112214215101953503</id><published>2005-07-24T02:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T02:10:27.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>E-mail address please</title><content type='html'>Dear beautiful people,&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for reading my blog and thank you for the comments.&lt;br /&gt;Do leave your e-mail add. in the comment column. I have something special for you.&lt;br /&gt;Au revoir.&lt;br /&gt;merci~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12271795-112214215101953503?l=psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/feeds/112214215101953503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12271795&amp;postID=112214215101953503&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/112214215101953503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/112214215101953503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/2005/07/e-mail-address-please.html' title='E-mail address please'/><author><name>PsYcHo suPerGoDdeSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007570456399731524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/1600/toki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12271795.post-112187401515381101</id><published>2005-07-20T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T23:40:15.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>T-mood swings+a hint of romance=perfect boyfriend</title><content type='html'>A lot of recent unhappy events led me to realize something. The almost perfect guy is just right beside me all along, for a total of 7 years to be exact. I was too blind to see that. It would be difficult to find another guy as good as he is owing to the fact that he set the par too high up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to meet SSKB at the Bandar Tasik Selatan KLIA Transit station at 6.30pm but I was caught in a traffic jam so I was about 15 minutes late. He called and just told me he's on the train. I was furious! How can he leave without me?!? He even checked in without me. I was actually thinking about what T would do if he was to be in SSKB's shoes. He'd definitely wait for me, even though he'd risk missing the flight. But I can't blame SSKB. Everyone is different. There really is no definite action for what's supposed to be right or wrong. It was a split second decision for SSKB, the train came and he just hopped onto it without thinking. Easy as that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that incident I was totally disappointed in SSKB. Then I realize how wonderful T is. He would be the perfect guy to start a family with, which is something I don't usually think about. I don't believe in marriage. Nothing is forever(except diamonds). I do not believe in the idea of 2 people living together happily for the rest of their lives. Things change and so do people. The pain of waking up one day, and realizing that you do not love the person lying next to you or that person do not love you anymore is just unbearable. It’s not crazy. I’ve witnessed it all. But lately, there’s paradigm shift. I suddenly realize I would want a family, to find the one I can really depend on and settle down. Maybe we’ll have kids, or maybe not….. God! This is crazy!! What’s happening to me?? I’m so fucked up right now!! Hope this is not some pathetic attempt to find someone to love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12271795-112187401515381101?l=psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/feeds/112187401515381101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12271795&amp;postID=112187401515381101&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/112187401515381101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/112187401515381101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/2005/07/t-mood-swingsa-hint-of-romanceperfect.html' title='T-mood swings+a hint of romance=perfect boyfriend'/><author><name>PsYcHo suPerGoDdeSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007570456399731524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/1600/toki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12271795.post-112175348995017231</id><published>2005-07-19T14:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T14:11:29.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain</title><content type='html'>The sudden cold strong wind brought the clouds in from the west.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hasn't rained for quite some time. I stood there waiting for the rain. Waiting for you. The rain finally came. But not you. The smell of the rain. The gentle pitter patter. It reminds me of you. I cried with the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember how long it rainied. I don't know how long I've stood by the window, watching the rain. The rain washes and cleanse the my mind. Erasing you from my memory. I close my eyes. Goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rain finally stops and i can finally sleep in peace. Goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12271795-112175348995017231?l=psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/feeds/112175348995017231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12271795&amp;postID=112175348995017231&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/112175348995017231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/112175348995017231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/2005/07/rain.html' title='Rain'/><author><name>PsYcHo suPerGoDdeSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007570456399731524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/1600/toki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12271795.post-112131538231099783</id><published>2005-07-14T12:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T12:29:42.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LINKS</title><content type='html'>I've added links to other sites. These are my fave. So go now and check them out!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do go to the ORIGINS site. I'm using their skincare range which is wonderful. A true sensory pleasure. I have the following products:&lt;br /&gt;(i) Never A Dull Moment™-&gt;Skin-brightening face cleanser with fruit extracts&lt;br /&gt;(ii) United State™-&gt;Balancing tonic&lt;br /&gt;(iii) Make A Difference™-&gt;Skin rejuvenating treatment&lt;br /&gt;(iv) Never A Dull Moment®-&gt;Skin-brightening face polisher with fruit enzymes&lt;br /&gt;(v) Swept Away®-&gt;Gentle slougher for all skins&lt;br /&gt;(vi) Clear Improvement®-&gt;Active charcoal mask to clear pores&lt;br /&gt;(vii) Out of Trouble®-&gt;10 minute mask to rescue problem skin&lt;br /&gt;(viii) Drink Up®-&gt;10 minute mask to quench skin's thirst&lt;br /&gt;Wanna try 'em out? come over to my place!! We can have a beauty-bonding session.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12271795-112131538231099783?l=psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/feeds/112131538231099783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12271795&amp;postID=112131538231099783&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/112131538231099783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/112131538231099783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/2005/07/links.html' title='LINKS'/><author><name>PsYcHo suPerGoDdeSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007570456399731524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/1600/toki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12271795.post-112053960989421275</id><published>2005-07-05T12:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T13:00:09.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Prognosis with 0.00001% of recurrence</title><content type='html'>It's been a long time since I last saw or talked to him. I thought I'd breakdown or something but finally, I saw him today. I wasn't expecting to see him today. Really. Usually, I'd go to uni with much anticipation, only to be disappointed at the end of the day.  I’ve heard about him frequently through friends. And I was actually dying to see him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He’s where I’d least expect him to be.  But there he was, just sitting there. Odd. I was rather calm. I sat down at a far corner and finished what I intended to do. Then finally, I went over and talked to him. He seemed different. Not so tensed and moody. I said Hi and asked how he was. He patted the empty chair next to him, a motion for me to sit down. He usually don’t do this to me, inviting me to sit down, I was flattered by his kind gesture. Then he started talking. Telling me how bad his day was and how he flunk his exam and had problems with his car. I freaked out when I thought he was going to cry and quickly changed the topic. I can’t and don’t know how to handle people who cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt the tranquility that I’ve never felt before. Knowing the fact that he’s actually going through a hard time. I finally felt like his friend. Not someone he’d avoid. I felt his warmth and openness. From that, I know I’ve finally moved on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12271795-112053960989421275?l=psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/feeds/112053960989421275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12271795&amp;postID=112053960989421275&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/112053960989421275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/112053960989421275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/2005/07/good-prognosis-with-000001-of.html' title='Good Prognosis with 0.00001% of recurrence'/><author><name>PsYcHo suPerGoDdeSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007570456399731524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/1600/toki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12271795.post-112009732239517826</id><published>2005-06-30T10:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T11:40:30.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate myself for loving you</title><content type='html'>It's actually a song which I heard whilst clubbing in Q-Bar, Sunway and Thai Club, KL. I love the song title, it's part of the chorus and I love 'shouting' along with it "....I hate myself for loving you!" The DJ would mute that part and everyone in the club would shout it out loud!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate myself for loving you. Yes, I do. Really. Even though I've announced to the whold wide world that I'm finally over you, the truth is, I'm not really over you. Not completely, not yet. It's like every 3 steps forward I tumble back 2 steps. Well, but 3-2=1 step forward. Mathematically, I'm still moving on but just very slowly. At least now I don't call you late at night, or buy stuff for you anymore. A fairly good prognosis, I'd say. I'll live, with or without you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12271795-112009732239517826?l=psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/feeds/112009732239517826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12271795&amp;postID=112009732239517826&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/112009732239517826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/112009732239517826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-hate-myself-for-loving-you_30.html' title='I hate myself for loving you'/><author><name>PsYcHo suPerGoDdeSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007570456399731524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/1600/toki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12271795.post-112001954856720590</id><published>2005-06-29T12:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T12:32:28.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Insomnia 02:45am</title><content type='html'>Can’t sleep. I’ve been having trouble sleeping for the past one week. It’s way past my usual bed time but I’m still wide awake. I can feel the frustration, guilt, anger and depression building up in me. All bottled up. Can’t cry, can’t speak…. My life is in a mess. Everything is out of control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should study! I should watch my weight! I should……..&lt;br /&gt;All the things I should’ve done. If only I could turn back time. I hate it when my room’s messy. I hate it when I can’t cross out anything from my to-do list. I hate it when my dad calls and I’m not home. I hate the tone of his voice. I hate….. myself. So many things, so little time. Help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is life? I used to think that life would be perfect if I can just loose that 5 kilos, find the right guy, own a Christian Dior Bag….. Whatever it is, my soul will never find peace, my conscious will continue to gnaw at it because I never knew what I wanted in life. “What are your goals in life?”, you asked. Actually, I don’t know. To fill that space, I came up with a really absurd goal. To own a whole closet of branded stuff? It’s crazy. That’s not life. What is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#Dear Vas and Jo. I’m sorry I’ve been rude to you guys. I love you two. Please forgive me. My life is so messed up right now. I need more time alone to sort it out. Life seems meaningless now. I need help.#&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12271795-112001954856720590?l=psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/feeds/112001954856720590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12271795&amp;postID=112001954856720590&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/112001954856720590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/112001954856720590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/2005/06/insomnia-0245am.html' title='Insomnia 02:45am'/><author><name>PsYcHo suPerGoDdeSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007570456399731524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/1600/toki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12271795.post-111924055310498436</id><published>2005-06-20T11:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T12:14:34.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FORUM (EX. Bar Med)</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Dear Jason,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank you. I had a great time at the club. Never believe I would have met you there. I'm sorry I left you on the dance floor all in a sudden. I regret doing that. I guess I just wanted to remember you as the sexy and wonderful guy, nothing more, nothing less. And if you ever see Apple again. Help me thank her. If it wasn't for her I wouldn't have known your name. Guess I wouldn't be seeing you ever again. Well, *sob* Au Revoir! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the girl who dance with you last saturday night in FORUM,Sri Hartamas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;XOXOXOXO&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;8.25pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;All is lost! I thought my cousin's friend would at least be presentable. But oh my God! My dad wouldn've looked better than him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;8.40pm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Capri is packed! Ordered porridge and hot almond tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;9.05pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Decided to head to Sri Hartamas. The last time i was there was on 30th August 2003. I can still remeber the exact date cos all of us were singing Negaraku at 12midnight in the club!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;9.45pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Still going round n round in circles. Where are all the people? The place looks deserted. Can't I even find a decent club here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;10.03pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Finally decided to go to FORUM. It used to be called Bar Med.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;10.08om&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;The club is empty and f***ing freezing cold. Had to change to another table. Good thing I have alcohol. Couldn't resist! Must have ciggie!! I don't think I'll like this club. It's mostly kids (they're cute though) and middle aged men with beer bellies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;11.15pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;The club is filling up with people and the DJ is playing my fave songs! Rock da Boat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;11.32pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;The people are finally on the dance floor after downing much alcohol. I was waiting for my cue, and there it was! Yeah, by Usher. I love you Mr. DJ! Can you believe it? I actually ran to the dance floor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lost track of time.... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Where are all the cute guys?? It's all little kids on the dance floor! I don't think they're even 21! What's with all the hip hop move? I'm getting old for the club scene. That's why I'm in the semi-retired state. My legs are aching. Must be the god-damn shoes, but they look good though. Someone finally caught my attention. He's wearing a white polo shirt, knee length shorts and sneakers. He's cute, but kinda young. He'll do for the night ;) Yes! I'm finally dancing with him. He's kinda nice though. At least he didn't reach out his hand and tried to grab my ass or something. What's with this girl? Oh well, at least I know who I'm dancing with now. She asked me my name and the guy's name, she actually thought we were together. I don't know how much longer I can dance. Someone tapped on my shoulder. It was my cousin. Had to go. Hugged Jason and left. Got home by 2am, still thinking of Jason. Today, marks the day this cat has finally MO(Moved On). Thank you Jason. Will think of you wherever you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12271795-111924055310498436?l=psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/feeds/111924055310498436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12271795&amp;postID=111924055310498436&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/111924055310498436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/111924055310498436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/2005/06/forum-ex-bar-med.html' title='FORUM (EX. Bar Med)'/><author><name>PsYcHo suPerGoDdeSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007570456399731524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/1600/toki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12271795.post-111801802969137418</id><published>2005-06-08T08:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T17:26:46.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now Everyone Can Fly</title><content type='html'>Was forced to fly with AirAsia back to Kota Kinabalu, Sabah, because I couldn’t get supersaver tickets from MAS( Malaysia Airlines). There are only limited number supersaver tickets per flight. It’s half the price of full fare tickets. I’m not saying that Air Asia is not good, well, at least it’s another option for travelers who are erm on a rather tight budget and are willing to give up on the usual services by the airlines like inflight meals, magazines, friendly and beautiful air-stewardess who are every so willing to help you. I realize the golden rule of “What you pay is what you get”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a relief to find out that my flight was as scheduled. I’ve asked the ground staff N times about the flight. If you didn’t know this, AirAsia is famous for having delayed flights other than cheap tickets. This is actually the FIRST time my flight is on schedule. It was only late by 10 minutes, I’d still consider it on time considering that it’s Air Asia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, but I pity the people on the previous flight, why? Here’s the story: My flight was AK108, scheduled to depart from KLIA at 5.10pm. The flight before me,AK106, which is also arriving in Kota Kinabalu, was scheduled to depart at 3.25pm. What happened was flight AK106 was delayed, not only so, their departure gate was also changed from who knows where to my gate, which is A10. It didn’t bother me thought. The place was spacious enough to fit in everyone. What really pissed me off was that they combined the 2 flights, i.e. AK106 and AK108, which accommodated the total of the passengers just nicely, I think all the seats onboard were occupied. Wait, combining flight didn’t really piss me off, the thing is that they did not announce it! Nope, no proper “Flight Ak106 and Ak108 has been combined, sorry for any inconvenience caused….blah blah blah blah”. It was only till most of the passengers have boarded then the ground staff actually came over and told us! This is absolutely crazy! I sooooo wanted to give her a total laryngectomy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plane finally took off, I can’t help but breath a sigh of relieve. Halfway through the flight, I was really hungry (AirAsia doesn’t include in-flight meals) so I reached for the menu, and yes, they sell food on board, which is a total rip off. A hot cup noodle is selling at a 600% profit margin! This is the price you pay for cheap tickets. I bought a cup of hot Milo for RM3. I was in a terrible mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the plane reached Kota Kinabalu. The landing was terrible! I’m just glad we’re finally on the ground. So much for flying with AirAsia…. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12271795-111801802969137418?l=psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/feeds/111801802969137418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12271795&amp;postID=111801802969137418&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/111801802969137418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/111801802969137418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/2005/06/now-everyone-can-fly.html' title='Now Everyone Can Fly'/><author><name>PsYcHo suPerGoDdeSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007570456399731524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/1600/toki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12271795.post-111802693073627247</id><published>2005-06-06T10:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T11:02:10.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moggy in KKB: Part IV</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;26 May 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were almost late again this morning. We all slept very late thanks to the Korean drama series. We just couldn’t stop! We had case presentations on the morning. Cr. Lim was very excited about the whole thing. The rest of us looked half dead. And again she mentioned about Vasan! “Aren’t you excited?!?!?!?” It’s just the same old boring day. After clerking my patient, stayed in the briefing room to catch some ZZZZZs. Sister Rita came in around 11.30am to write down the bedside teaching sessions on the board. To my horror, I got Dr. Sevu again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bedside teaching session was terrible. Dr. Sevu kept calling me Ah Moi, and he was very loud! I have to admit he’s a really good with the whole lecturing thing, I’ve actually learned a lot from him, especially about the IVP/IVU. It’s not as easy as we think it is. You’d have to prepare the patients 48 hours before the procedure. Then when injecting the dye, you’ll have to set up a drip just in case the patient is allergic to the dye and it wouldn’t be too late in case an anaphylactic shock occurs. When injecting the dye, you have to inject a little bit then wait for a few minutes, if there aren’t any adverse reactions, then inject the remaining dye. These are the things that they don’t teach you in school. When doing tests on patients, we are supposed to do less invasive procedures first, like blood test, ultrasound, x-ray etc. The invasive procedures like angiogram and IVP/IVU are last resorts. He’s nice but if only he’d stop calling me Ah Moi. Now everyone’s calling me Ah Moi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People from group B came in to KKB today! And guess who’s in it? The SSKB! Saw him when we all went for dinner at 98. Arghh! I’m going crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s our last night here. We’re still hooked on to the Korean drama series—Love in Paris. We agreed to stop halfway to pack our stuff cos we’d really have to wake up early tomorrow. Can’t believe we’re finally going home! Seems like yesterday when we just got here. We’re eventually adapted to life in KKB with the help of a laptop and a few discs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so wanted to tell SSKB about how I feel but as usual he didn’t reply my message. I wonder if he knows what I want to tell him. It seems like he’s avoiding me. Maybe I shouldn’t tell him after all. He wouldn’t understand anyway. Hopefully I can just get over him as soon as possible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12271795-111802693073627247?l=psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/feeds/111802693073627247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12271795&amp;postID=111802693073627247&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/111802693073627247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/111802693073627247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/2005/06/moggy-in-kkb-part-iv.html' title='Moggy in KKB: Part IV'/><author><name>PsYcHo suPerGoDdeSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007570456399731524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/1600/toki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12271795.post-111802608227854335</id><published>2005-06-06T10:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T10:49:45.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moggy on KKB:Part III</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;25 May 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the third day I’m in KKB. Slept well last night. This place is not too bad, a quiet and peaceful little town. Got up earlier to write my journal. It’s great, the air is fresh and cool, and I’m holding a hot cup of noodle(can’t have coffee, might get palpitations).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much happening today. It’s just the same old things we always do in HKKB—briefing session, history taking, have tea, laze around in the briefing room, have lunch and finally, bedside teaching. I should really practice my Malay, it totally sux! Everything that comes out of my mouth sounds utterly funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna know who I got for my bedside teaching session today? Dr. Sevu! And as usual, he’s late, and as usual he’s the one who does the talking. At least there’s something different for this session, cos he’s supposed to fill in this quiz thing on English literature, it’s something on metaphors. It’s actually a research paper by his boss’s daughter who’s studying in UK. Her thesis was something on the usage of English among Asian. One question went like this “come in as quick as thunder, but leave as slow as an ant” (Someone who speaks very loud but exits quietly), the answer that Hiong Chin thought of was-----orgasm! We didn’t tell Dr. Sevu though, we just kept giggling. Someone came up with “Show off”, I still think orgasm fits it perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Dr. Sevu my name is not Ah Moi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Sevu has this habit of calling Chinese girls Ah Moi. And it’s annoying! He reminds me of Kenny Yoong. At least it’s just one day. Cos tomorrow I’d get someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It rained at night but we all went out for dinner anyway. W went to 98 restaurant. The food’s not really that delicious but it’s considered good for KKB’s standard. At least the portion is large and the price is reasonable. After dinner, the all 5 of us did what all girls love to do the most---Shopping! Actually, it’s was more like grocery shopping. But still, I can’t believe we can still go from shop to shop to buy all the stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are hooked! The all 5 of us who stayed in house no. 11A are hooked on the Korean drama series. We watched it till 3 am in the morning!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12271795-111802608227854335?l=psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/feeds/111802608227854335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12271795&amp;postID=111802608227854335&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/111802608227854335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/111802608227854335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/2005/06/moggy-on-kkbpart-iii.html' title='Moggy on KKB:Part III'/><author><name>PsYcHo suPerGoDdeSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007570456399731524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/1600/toki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12271795.post-111762764856041423</id><published>2005-06-01T19:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T20:07:28.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moggy in KKB: Part II</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;24 May 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a morning! The air is cool, and the house is finally------quiet. I enjoyed a few quiet moments by myself, munching on cookies while religiously reading my bible---fashion magazines. Yes, it goes with me everywhere. It’s a must for the “fashion-fashion one”!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all went to the HKKB a little earlier cos we thought they might start a little earlier. We were…erm a little late, well we thought we were until we saw people walking in the opposite direction, towards the canteenJ. Had nasi lemak and hot milo. The calorie content of the nasi lemak was way behind my mind, couldn’t be bothered by that now, I’m depressed(guess it’s just another excuse to eat)! The nasi lemak was pretty bad. I think it’s gotten worse compared to last time. Yet business is still good! There was this roti canai stall the last time I came here and it was really good. Too bad it’s not there anymore L.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all met up with Dr. Lim for a briefing session and a talk by the director of the hospital. It’s a funny sight to see, everyone’s struggling to keep awake. We then went to clerk our assigned patients. My patient belonged to the Ward 5, the maternal ward. It’s actually “our” patient, I’m sharing her with Raj. The patient’s a primid (primi gravida—first pregnancy). Well, let’s just call her J. She’s really nice to talk to. I can tell that she’s really nervous and excited about the whole thing. She actually chose not to find out about the sex of her baby, as she wanted to keep the suspense and surprise till the final minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raj and I then went to the morgue to look at the corpse that was brought in last night. It was a murder case. The victim was apparently involved in some mafia conflicts in Mumbai. A post mortem was scheduled in the afternoon with specialists coming in from KL. Too bad only a few of us get to watch it L.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had bedside teaching session with Dr. Lim. Presented my case, which totally sucked but Dr. Lim said it was a good try anyway. We then did antenatal physical examination. It was a different kind of experience, to be able to feel baby and listen to heart sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had an accident on the way back! What a way to end the day! Luckily no one was badly injured. We were on our way back to Taman Seruling and the road was rather wet and slippery as it was raining. A motorbike was in the middle of the road waiting to turn into a junction on the right but even when Adelyn slammed the brakes, the car didn’t just stop right there. It kinda bumped into the bike, tipped it to the right and it fell. It all happened so suddenly. Everyone took a few seconds to recover from the sudden shock, then we all rushed down to help the lady. Luckily it wasn’t really serious, just a bit of bruising and abrasion on her right arm. We’re lucky enough that we didn’t kill her and provoke an angry mob to come after us.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It continued to rain the whole night. The 5 of us who stayed in the same house decided not to get wet so we stayed in. Instead, we spent quality time together reading magazines, talking and watching some cheesy and draggy Korean drama series. We finally called it a night when all of just couldn’t keep our eyes open anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#Facts Learned today:&lt;br /&gt;1. It's illegal to do post mortems at night-------- Dr. Lim&lt;br /&gt;2. If a MVA patient still can walk, he/she does not need to be sent to A&amp;E. If you do send them in, you shall be scolded!----A guy from A&amp;amp;E in HKKB .#&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12271795-111762764856041423?l=psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/feeds/111762764856041423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12271795&amp;postID=111762764856041423&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/111762764856041423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/111762764856041423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/2005/06/moggy-in-kkb-part-ii_01.html' title='Moggy in KKB: Part II'/><author><name>PsYcHo suPerGoDdeSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007570456399731524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/1600/toki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12271795.post-111762583346659441</id><published>2005-06-01T19:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T19:37:13.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moggy in KKB: Part I</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;23 May 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dooms day! I’m going to KKB (Kuala Kubu Baru) today. Left Bukit Jalil at 5.15pm. Felt reluctant to leave the comforts of civilization, there’s really nothing much in KKB, I’d rather be back home in Sabah, which I am, on Saturday! Shared the pineapple tarts I bought from Melaka with everyone on the bus. Felt like an air stewardess, “Coffee, tea or me?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally arrived in Taman Seruling at around 6.30pm. I’m staying with Jacqueline, Yen Nie, Chiew Yee and Adelyn. The person in charge gave us a briefing in the IMU office. Apparently, there was a big fuss among the residents here complaining about the noise that we make. Like, Hello? We’re uni. Students, that’s what we do best ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The house was a mess! There’s practically dust everywhere! We took about an hour to clean up the place. I can immediately feel the post nasal drip, which is a sign of allergy, when I step in. The problem was, we have a broken broom (which gave me a terrible backache), no dust pan and no mop, while the house next door has a dust pan, no broom and no mop either. All of us were furiously cleaning the house while cursing IMU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all then went out for dinner in the small little town in a Chinese kopitiam. The Kon Loh Mee was nice and cheap. The only thing that I love the about the place is that the food is cheap, the noodle was only RM2.20. It doesn’t taste that bad either! One thing to keep in mind is that most of the shops are closed on Mondays. Even “the most happening place in KKB” is closedL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must talk about “the most happening place in KKB”. It’s the place where all of us, the young, cool and hip crowd hang out after dinner. This is no ordinary place, this is THE waffle and ice-cream shop. Yes, the one and only in KK, where you can grab a 2 scoop ice-cream with a waffle cone for only RM1.20. Too bad it was closed todayL. We’ll have to come back tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing that I’ve learned in KKB is----------- Mahjong! It was really fun, we also played a few rounds of BINGO. I can finally understand why the residents are so angry, we were really loud!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12271795-111762583346659441?l=psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/feeds/111762583346659441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12271795&amp;postID=111762583346659441&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/111762583346659441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/111762583346659441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/2005/06/moggy-in-kkb-part-i.html' title='Moggy in KKB: Part I'/><author><name>PsYcHo suPerGoDdeSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007570456399731524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/1600/toki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12271795.post-111763577305588435</id><published>2005-05-31T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T22:22:53.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Collide</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;"Collide"-Howie Day&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;The dawn is breaking&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;A light shining through&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;You're barely waking&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;And I'm tangled up in you&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Yeah&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I'm open, you're closed&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Where I follow, you'll go&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I worry I won't see your face&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Light up again&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Even the best fall down sometimes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Even the wrong words seem to rhyme&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Out of the doubt that fills my mind&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I somehow find&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;You and I collide&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I'm quiet you know&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span s&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12271795-111763577305588435?l=psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/feeds/111763577305588435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12271795&amp;postID=111763577305588435&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/111763577305588435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/111763577305588435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/2005/05/collide.html' title='Collide'/><author><name>PsYcHo suPerGoDdeSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007570456399731524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/1600/toki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12271795.post-111738357657895287</id><published>2005-05-30T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T00:20:51.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quando, Quando, Quando</title><content type='html'>Michael Buble - Quando, Quando, Quando&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Tell me when will you be mine&lt;br /&gt;Tell me quando quando quando&lt;br /&gt;We can share a love devine&lt;br /&gt;Please don't make me wait again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will you say yes to me&lt;br /&gt;Tell me quando quando quando&lt;br /&gt;You mean happiness to me&lt;br /&gt;Oh my lover tell me when&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every moments a day&lt;br /&gt;Every day seems a lifetime&lt;br /&gt;Let me show you the way&lt;br /&gt;To a joy beyond compare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait a moment more&lt;br /&gt;Tell me quando quando quando&lt;br /&gt;Say its me that you adore&lt;br /&gt;And then darling tell me when&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every moments a day&lt;br /&gt;Every day seems a lifetime&lt;br /&gt;Let me show you the way&lt;br /&gt;To a joy beyond compare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait a moment more&lt;br /&gt;Tell me quando quando quando&lt;br /&gt;Say its me that you adore&lt;br /&gt;And then darling tell me when&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa lover tell me when&lt;br /&gt;Oh darling tell me when&lt;br /&gt;Oh come on tell me when&lt;br /&gt;Yea tell me when&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#Quando is "&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;WHEN&lt;/span&gt;" in Spanish#&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12271795-111738357657895287?l=psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/feeds/111738357657895287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12271795&amp;postID=111738357657895287&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/111738357657895287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/111738357657895287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/2005/05/quando-quando-quando.html' title='Quando, Quando, Quando'/><author><name>PsYcHo suPerGoDdeSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007570456399731524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/1600/toki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12271795.post-111620794889433280</id><published>2005-05-16T09:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T00:51:27.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Letter to Koala Bear</title><content type='html'>Dear Koala Bear,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm writing this while realizing the fact that you would never come across this letter or perhaps you wouldn't even know it's written to you if by that tiny chance you're reading this now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my confession, a declaration of my feelings for you. I can't remember when I fell in love with you. All I could remember was I fell for your warm and sincere smile. And yes, I am crazy. You were so right about that. How can I fall for someone by means of a smile? It wasn't just that, you're like a chest hidden in the dark corner of an attic. Not knowing what's in it. Somehow, I managed to open the chest and look what's inside. You know what? I found treasures! You, like your smile are so warm and sincere. Not only that, I found the heart of gold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, till this day, I've never found the key to your heart. Maybe I lost it along the way, or maybe it's just the wrong key that I'm holding, perhaps there never was one in the first place. This door was never intended to be open for me. There were a few times when I felt you open the door for me. But when I tried to walk through it, I end up having it slammed in my face. It's really painful. Yes, I realize that I would never be the one for you. I'm never the girl who would love God as much as you do, never the one who love and help other people like you do. When I look at myself, I see flaws. My mere existence was only a burden. But I've tried and I've changed. But then again, I would never be perfect. I'm not condemning myself. It's a fact that I have to accept. Isn't this how life's supposed to be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't ask me what I see in you. I cannot tell you because it's just the feelings inside which is very difficult to describe. Maybe you've actually experienced it before, or maybe not. And if you didn't know this, it's not easy to love someone who doesn't love you. At times I just feel like I couldn't give anymore but seeing you and your smile just kept me going. I'm not asking for anything in return, so please do not give me the "I owe you a lot" line ever again. It hurts to hear that from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you. I miss your smile. I miss the sense of security when my hands are on your shoulders. I've had some happy moments with you. Thank you. It's really great knowing you. If I can turn back time, I would still choose what I'm going through right now, instead of erasing you from my memory. What is left to say is just goodbye. I'm hoping that one day our paths would be parallel again, without mine intersecting yours. Take care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#My tears are turning into time I wasted trying to find a reason for goodbye-Over,Lindsay Lohan#&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12271795-111620794889433280?l=psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/feeds/111620794889433280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12271795&amp;postID=111620794889433280&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/111620794889433280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/111620794889433280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/2005/05/letter-to-koala-bear.html' title='A Letter to Koala Bear'/><author><name>PsYcHo suPerGoDdeSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007570456399731524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/1600/toki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12271795.post-111510555519558325</id><published>2005-05-03T15:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T09:20:37.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Visit To NKF dialysis centre in PJ</title><content type='html'>Went to the NKF(National Kidney Foundation) dialysis centre in Petaling Jaya today. We were actually lost and just kept going around in circles. It was after an hour of endless driving and u-turns when we finally found the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place is a 2-storey bungalow with 10 dialysis machines, with the staff of 4-5 nurses and 1 doctor. There would usually be 3 patients per machine per day. The patients are divided into groups {1,3,5} and {2,4,6}. {1,3,5} means that they go to the dialysis centre on every Monday, Wednesday and Friday ; while {2,4,6} means that they go every Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday. Every session would last about 4 hours, and it's 3 times a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor in charge(couldn't get his name, it sounded like the name of a diease that i wouldn't want to mention) was really inspiring. His did his MBBS in Mannipal and after that he did an MBA in Business Administration majoring in Health Care. He asked us to observe the patients and talk to them. Try to get a picture of what they are going through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went and talked to the patients. They were cheerful to have someone to talk to. I guess they were kinda bored sitting there for so long. I can imagine how it feels, strapped onto the chair for all 4 hours without moving! You just can't go anywhere with all the tubes attached to you. The TV was showing some crappy and boring pragrams, the patients didn't even looked at the TV. I guess it was just there fill the emptiness. When we first go into the room, it was quite except for the hum of the dialysis machines, the sound of the TV and the occasional chit chats between the patients and the nurses. The patients kept on emphasizing on the importance of health and how agonizing it was to lose it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the doctor, I had an inspiring lecture from him. He urged us to treat patients as a &lt;em&gt;person&lt;/em&gt; with a disease but not just the disease itself. The are many factors involved once you become a patient, all the usual psychosocial stuff, where it's far more complicated than just giving the appropriated treatment and management. He told us that the mind actually can do wonders, in relation to what he read about in a study where 2 wards were set up. In the first ward, the doctors just do their usual rounds and leave. Whereas, in the second ward, the doctors and nurses actually tell the patients that they are getting better regardless of the state of the illness. At the end of the study, they patients in the second ward were discharged earlier than those in the first ward. The doctor at the dialysis centre actually encourages the staff to do so. I actually overheard one of the nurses commenting that the patient looked better and prettier while helping her set up the dialysis procedure. It was really wonderful to see such compassionate people. These people are &lt;em&gt;the&lt;/em&gt; people that we need more in the healthcare sector. He is an example of who i want to be, someone who would make an effort to make a difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I end this, I shall quote what the doctor has said which meant a lot to me," Pratice medicine while trying to earn good money but not pratice medicine to earn good money."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12271795-111510555519558325?l=psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/feeds/111510555519558325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12271795&amp;postID=111510555519558325&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/111510555519558325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/111510555519558325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/2005/05/visit-to-nkf-dialysis-centre-in-pj.html' title='Visit To NKF dialysis centre in PJ'/><author><name>PsYcHo suPerGoDdeSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007570456399731524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/1600/toki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12271795.post-111413789987523174</id><published>2005-04-22T10:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T10:58:14.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He wasn't?</title><content type='html'>Been listening to Avril Levigne's "He wasn't" lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the lyris:&lt;br /&gt;There's not much going on today.&lt;br /&gt;I'm really bored, it's getting late.&lt;br /&gt;What happened to my Saturday?&lt;br /&gt;Monday's coming, the day I hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sit on the bed alone, staring at the phone.&lt;br /&gt;He wasn't what I wanted, what I've got, no.&lt;br /&gt;He wouldn't even open up the door.&lt;br /&gt;He never made me feel like I was special.&lt;br /&gt;He isn't really what I'm looking for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where I start to bite my nails.&lt;br /&gt;Up in my room and when all else fails.&lt;br /&gt;I think it's time for me to bail.&lt;br /&gt;This point of view is getting stale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sit on the bed alone, staring at the phone.&lt;br /&gt;He wasn't what I wanted, what I've got, no.&lt;br /&gt;He wouldn't even open up the door.&lt;br /&gt;He never made me feel like I was special.&lt;br /&gt;He isn't really what I'm looking for.&lt;br /&gt;Na na na na na, we've all got choices.&lt;br /&gt;Na na na na, we've all got voices.&lt;br /&gt;Na na na na na, stand up make some noise.&lt;br /&gt;Na na na na, stand up make some noise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sit on the bed alone, staring at the phone.&lt;br /&gt;He wasn't what I wanted, what I've got, no.&lt;br /&gt;He wouldn't even open up the door.&lt;br /&gt;He never made me feel like I was special.&lt;br /&gt;He isn't really what I'm looking for.&lt;br /&gt;He wasn't what I wanted, what I've got, no.&lt;br /&gt;He wouldn't even open up the door.&lt;br /&gt;He never made me feel like I was special.&lt;br /&gt;Like I was special, cuz I was special.&lt;br /&gt;Na na na na na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#Had this major crush on a guy lately, it's just terrible. He has the "he's just not that into you "(famous line from Sex and the City,Season 6) attitude towards me. Actually i realized that a long time ago, but I just couldn't accept the fact and try to reason my way out of the whole truth. Being near him just makes me crazy, one minute i could be really down, seconds later I'd be in cloud nine! To think that I'd actually let him do this to me! Is he really the one, or just simply wasn't? Time will tell........#&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12271795-111413789987523174?l=psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/feeds/111413789987523174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12271795&amp;postID=111413789987523174&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/111413789987523174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/111413789987523174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/2005/04/he-wasnt.html' title='He wasn&apos;t?'/><author><name>PsYcHo suPerGoDdeSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007570456399731524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/1600/toki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12271795.post-111413633597410550</id><published>2005-04-22T09:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T10:18:55.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because of You</title><content type='html'>I'm in love with this song- "Because of You by 98 degrees"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're my sunshine after the rain&lt;br /&gt;You're the cure against my fear and my pain&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm losing my mind when you're not around&lt;br /&gt;It's all (It's all)It's all because of you&lt;br /&gt;You're my sunshine, oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby I really know by now&lt;br /&gt;Since we met that day&lt;br /&gt;You showed me the wayI felt it thenyou gave me love,&lt;br /&gt;I can't describe&lt;br /&gt;How much I feel for you&lt;br /&gt;I said baby I should have known by now&lt;br /&gt;Should have been right there whenever you gave me love&lt;br /&gt;And if only you were here&lt;br /&gt;I'd tell you, yes I'd tell you (oh yeah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly could it be you and me&lt;br /&gt;Like it was before neither less or more&lt;br /&gt;'Cause when I close my eyes at night&lt;br /&gt;I realize that no one else could ever take your place&lt;br /&gt;I still can feel and it's so unreal&lt;br /&gt;When you're touching me, kisses endlessly&lt;br /&gt;It's just a place in the sun where our love's begun&lt;br /&gt;I miss you, yes I miss you baby, oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I knew how to tell you what's on my mind(Make you understand)&lt;br /&gt;The I'd always be there right by your side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're my sunshine&lt;br /&gt;You're my sunshine&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#Guess this is what happens when you're in lurve, losing control over yourself, can't stop thinking about that someone special..... those lovey dovey feelings, butterflies in stomach kinda feelings......#&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12271795-111413633597410550?l=psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/feeds/111413633597410550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12271795&amp;postID=111413633597410550&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/111413633597410550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/111413633597410550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/2005/04/because-of-you.html' title='Because of You'/><author><name>PsYcHo suPerGoDdeSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007570456399731524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/1600/toki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12271795.post-111389698003037642</id><published>2005-04-19T15:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T15:38:26.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate PBL</title><content type='html'>Having to drag my half asleep body, to leave my comfort zone and walking under the hot sun to get to PBL is a terrible experience. And I really have to say this regardless of the fact that I have a rather cute facilitator this time. Well, not that he's really that cute but honestly he is a rather decent sight when most of the lecturers are either old, balding, has massive central obesity or just, very honestly, not good looking.  Can’t blame me for being brutally honest, that’s just the way life is- It’s the looks that matters.PBL, Problem Based Learning, is a small group discussion activity. Each week, we'd be given a case study and what we need to do is try to identify the learning issues of the case, research on the topics and present it during the next session. It’s funny to see my groups members painstakingly squeeze out another learning issue so that there’ll be just enough topics for each person. I can’t help but be amazed at their effort in making sure that everyone has something to do, even though the topic’s not actually that relevant. The problem is, they don’t realize that this is actually very annoying, why bother? The people, who have nothing to do this time, can do it the next time. Why go through all the trouble, wasting everyone’s time just to be “fair” to everyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, it’s not just the group members who actually cause the problems, it could be the facilitator. A facilitator of a group helps out by guiding the students, in case they were lost or just didn’t know what to do. They too can create huge problems either by talking too much, in which now it becomes a mini lecture, or just sits so quietly in the corner that it’s as if he’s not there at all. Worse, he could be bombarding you with so many questions, he’d be a walking SAQ paper, and the amount of embarrassment you’d have when you couldn’t answer a single question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in conclusion, Problem Based Learning, is nothing but PROBLEMS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12271795-111389698003037642?l=psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/feeds/111389698003037642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12271795&amp;postID=111389698003037642&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/111389698003037642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/111389698003037642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-hate-pbl.html' title='I hate PBL'/><author><name>PsYcHo suPerGoDdeSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007570456399731524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/1600/toki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12271795.post-111387725766422466</id><published>2005-04-19T09:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T10:20:57.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I-don't-have-anything-to-wear Syndrome</title><content type='html'>I woke up this morning just to realize that I have the I-don’t-have-anything-to-wear situation when I looked into my closet. It’s just the same situation every woman would’ve gone through in certain stages of their lives. Well, let’s just say, in certain stages of life, there are days when what you wear doesn’t really matter anymore. And there are days when it’s really important to make an impression, like meeting someone you like for a date, that interview for the perfect job, or just to attract that bit of attention while hanging out in the bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As my friend, Squirrel, would say,” There’s always something missing in a woman’s closet!” Yes, I just have to admit to the fact that whatever the amount of clothes I buy, I still can find a reason to go and shop for more clothes. There’ll always be that famous line “I need to shop!” and off we go to the nearest shopping malls. In fact, seeing the word “SALE” on the windows of our favourite clothing stores is actually a huge turn on! Nothing’s more exciting than to hunt for that wonderful dress for a fraction of the price. After all, we women are smart consumers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the sad thing is that men just regard us women who shop too often as compulsive shopaholics. Well, we would actually like to call this as “Retail Therapy”. Shopping is a fun and enjoyable experience. *sigh* If only men could understand this. However, I noticed that there are an increasing number of men who actually enjoys shopping. Now this is something really worth celebrating. Of course, there would still be the boyfriend who tags along showing the “I wish I wasn’t here” kind of attitude, you can spot him easily, he’d be the one standing outside a shoe shop looking like a lost little puppy, or sitting near the fitting room while his girlfriend tries on everything and the only thing he can say is “Can we go now?”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would still love shopping, disregard of what people think about me. After all, it’s my money (me dad’s money, to be exact, and that would make me the daddy’s girl, thank you!), and I have all the right to spend it the way I want. Let’s just say that I love myself just a wee bit too much ;)  Having been through a huge emotional turmoil, i just realize that it's only fair to love yourself more before you hurt yourself while loving someone else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12271795-111387725766422466?l=psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/feeds/111387725766422466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12271795&amp;postID=111387725766422466&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/111387725766422466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/111387725766422466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-dont-have-anything-to-wear-syndrome.html' title='I-don&apos;t-have-anything-to-wear Syndrome'/><author><name>PsYcHo suPerGoDdeSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007570456399731524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/1600/toki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12271795.post-111387286191904545</id><published>2005-04-19T09:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T09:07:41.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beginning of The End</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;This marks the end of the days when this cat thinks that it's way too cool to blog. I somehow think that it's time to just let the cat out of the sack. Not that I'd be spilling any beans, but just actually letting out what's bottled up inside of me, my thoughts, my feelings... Well, "Sharing Is Caring"-as my friend, Gorgeous, would always say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Félicitations! &lt;/em&gt; This certainly is a new beginning. Something new, other than clothes, shoes and not forgetting---whales.... There are sooo many things to blog about.... hmm..... just let me list some of it: Malaysian Men, Whales, Shoes, Clothes, Tiffany, Hong Kong.... Basically, it's just the things a girl would be obsessed about, especially men... you just don't know whether to love or hate them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Merci beaucoup!&lt;/em&gt;  That’s it for today~ my fingers are getting tired from typing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bonne journée!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12271795-111387286191904545?l=psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/feeds/111387286191904545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12271795&amp;postID=111387286191904545&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/111387286191904545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/111387286191904545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/2005/04/beginning-of-end.html' title='The Beginning of The End'/><author><name>PsYcHo suPerGoDdeSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007570456399731524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/1600/toki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12271795.post-112063373186371009</id><published>2005-02-13T15:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T15:09:17.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>13 Feb 2005</title><content type='html'>Ah~~~eve of Valentine’s Day. And like most single women, wasn’t expecting much. It would be just another normal day tomorrow….. another day like everyday, no excitement, no surprises……sad………….. L&lt;br /&gt;Spent most of my day at home watching TV. There’re heaps of mushy romance movies on TV. Enjoyed watching Moulin Rouge last night. I just loved how they put together those songs and dances, truly “spectacular, spectacular”! “Ghost”—starring Demi Moore would be on later tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Was supposed to go out for dinner with my cousin last night, but he was busy so it was cancelled. He finally took me out for dinner tonight. We went to this restaurant called Mini Paris. Funny, it actually serves Vietnamese cuisine! The food is just superb!! Had this Curry Lamb Stew with Moan (it’s a type of vermicelli but the diameter is a little larger and the texture is a bit different, very nice!) . Tried some other small dishes too, can’t remember the name. But it’s really nice.&lt;br /&gt;The air was cold that night, wind was blowing, temp. was around 15-18°C.Bought “Gai Dan Zai” from roadside hawkers on my way back home. It’s a bit like waffles, but it’s crispy and thinner. The roadside hawkers operate their stalls without a proper license, they only “come out” at night because it’s illegal and they’d be fined if caught. But the food is just delicious!! You have to be really lucky to find them ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12271795-112063373186371009?l=psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/feeds/112063373186371009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12271795&amp;postID=112063373186371009&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/112063373186371009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/112063373186371009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/2005/02/13-feb-2005.html' title='13 Feb 2005'/><author><name>PsYcHo suPerGoDdeSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007570456399731524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/1600/toki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12271795.post-112063369356400847</id><published>2005-02-12T15:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T15:08:13.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>12 Feb 2005</title><content type='html'>Fourth day of Chinese New Year. Went to the Western Monastery to pay my respects to my grandpa. There were a lot of people there.&lt;br /&gt;          Ordered pizza from Pizza Hut. The menu was just really extraordinary! So many pizzas to choose from and one thing which makes it different from the Pizza Huts in Malaysia---Pork!&lt;br /&gt;They serve pork in all fast food premises in Hong Kong. Yup, even in McDonalds. They have this pork fillet burger which is just heavenly :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12271795-112063369356400847?l=psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/feeds/112063369356400847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12271795&amp;postID=112063369356400847&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/112063369356400847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/112063369356400847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/2005/02/12-feb-2005.html' title='12 Feb 2005'/><author><name>PsYcHo suPerGoDdeSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007570456399731524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/1600/toki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12271795.post-112063365686111554</id><published>2005-02-11T15:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T15:07:36.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>11 Feb 2005</title><content type='html'>Third day of Chinese New Year. Didn’t do much either. Most of the shops are closed so there’s no place to go either :( . Spent most of my day at home watching TV.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12271795-112063365686111554?l=psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/feeds/112063365686111554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12271795&amp;postID=112063365686111554&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/112063365686111554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/112063365686111554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/2005/02/11-feb-2005.html' title='11 Feb 2005'/><author><name>PsYcHo suPerGoDdeSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007570456399731524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/1600/toki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12271795.post-112063361399961127</id><published>2005-02-10T15:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T15:06:54.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Feb 2005</title><content type='html'>Second day of the Chinese New Year. Waited at home for visitors to come. It’s a tradition that the younger people visit the elder relatives as a sign of respect. Since I’m staying with my grandma, I can only stay at home since she’s supposed to wait for  other people to come and visit her. Was kinda boring but at least I get to have lots of “Lai See”.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12271795-112063361399961127?l=psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/feeds/112063361399961127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12271795&amp;postID=112063361399961127&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/112063361399961127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/112063361399961127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/2005/02/10-feb-2005.html' title='10 Feb 2005'/><author><name>PsYcHo suPerGoDdeSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007570456399731524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/1600/toki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12271795.post-112063358476829616</id><published>2005-02-09T15:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T15:06:24.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>9 Feb 2005</title><content type='html'>First Day of New Year!!! Happy Chinese New Year!!! Thank you all for the sms!!&lt;br /&gt;          Chinese New Year is the first day of the first month of the Lunar calendar. The happiest thing about being unmarried is that you get “Lai See”----- Red envelopes with money in it from older, married people. And the difference of spending Chinese New Year in Hong Kong is that the “Lai See” money is doubled! Couples in Hong Kong give out 2 “Lai See”, 1 from the husband and 1 from the wife. Not like in Malaysia, where they only give one.&lt;br /&gt;          “Lai See” started out as a coin wrapped in a red coloured paper given to children as a blessing called “Ngat Sui Chin”. Then, later on, it developed into “Lei See” given out by employers to employees, the name “Lei See”, which signifies good business. Finally, it became “Lai See”, given out by married couples to bring luck. “Lai See” are only opened on the last day of Chinese New Year (the 15th day of the first month of the Lunar Calendar) .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12271795-112063358476829616?l=psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/feeds/112063358476829616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12271795&amp;postID=112063358476829616&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/112063358476829616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/112063358476829616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/2005/02/9-feb-2005.html' title='9 Feb 2005'/><author><name>PsYcHo suPerGoDdeSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007570456399731524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/1600/toki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12271795.post-112063355918308219</id><published>2005-02-08T15:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T15:05:59.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>8 Feb 2005</title><content type='html'>Today is Chinese New Year Eve. A very busy day for everyone. Tonight, we’ll be having a family reunion dinner. We’ll be having steamboat instead of a traditional Chinese style dinner. It’s actually more convenient, less preparation and cleaning up. It was really exciting, the whole apartment was crammed with people. Everyone's so happy!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12271795-112063355918308219?l=psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/feeds/112063355918308219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12271795&amp;postID=112063355918308219&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/112063355918308219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/112063355918308219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/2005/02/8-feb-2005.html' title='8 Feb 2005'/><author><name>PsYcHo suPerGoDdeSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007570456399731524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/1600/toki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12271795.post-112063348371642399</id><published>2005-02-07T15:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T15:04:43.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>7 Feb 2005</title><content type='html'>Got up early this morning. Had breakfast at McDonalds. Had a $19.50 deluxe breakfast. Wasn’t very tasty, but didn’t know what else to eat either. Took the MTR to Causeway Bay. The ride took $11.80. Had to switch train to the island line (blue colour line, the Tsuen Wan line is red in colour) at Admiralty station, if you don’t know which train, just look for the sign to Chai Wan or just follow the crowd (be pushed along by the crowd to be exact). Took exit E and followed directions to Victoria Park. As Chinese New Year is just round the corner, there was a New Year Fair going on there. It’s the biggest New Year Fair on Hong Kong. There are other New Year Fairs going on around Hong Kong. Even in New Territories but at a smaller scale. The stalls have to be tendered in November. A stall selling food at a more strategic location would cost around $450,000! The New Year Fair starts about a week before Chinese New Year, the final day would be on Chinese New Year Eve, and it’s until midnight. The unsold goods are sold at a much lower price, so it usually attracts lots of people. The used the footbridge to get to Hong Kong Central Library. It’s a 11 storey building. Commenced building in 1996, the building was opened in 1999. Went to the 5th floor, the newspaper reading area, and guess what I found! The News Straits Times from Malaysia!!! Cool!! There are newspapers from all around the world, UK, Europe, US…… Went shopping after that. Went to Seibu, Sogo, Times Square and Lee Theatre. Had Korean fast food for lunch. $48 for a set lunch with a drink!! Actually, it’s considered reasonable in Hong Kong. The food wasn’t too bad, just a little oily. Had a very tiring day!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12271795-112063348371642399?l=psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/feeds/112063348371642399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12271795&amp;postID=112063348371642399&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/112063348371642399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/112063348371642399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/2005/02/7-feb-2005.html' title='7 Feb 2005'/><author><name>PsYcHo suPerGoDdeSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007570456399731524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/1600/toki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12271795.post-112063345685640548</id><published>2005-02-06T15:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T15:04:16.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>6 Feb 2005</title><content type='html'>Today is Sunday. And as usual, there are lots of people everywhere. Every wonder why? It’s just that the people here don’t like to be crammed up in their little apartments. They’re not claustrophobic. Just that the apartments are small as Hong Kong is actually quite small but has a huge population. Therefore the areas available to build residential areas are compromised. So most people would be out shopping and hanging around on parks. One thing I would like to mention is that the major parks are beautiful and most important of all—clean. Families would be out in the park with their dogs; old people would practice theirs Tai Chi in the morning. And like most people in Hong Kong, went shopping with my cousin around Tsuen Wan. We had lunch in Genki Sushi. YUM! Yup, the same Genki Sushi in Malaysia. It’s actually more expensive compared to Malaysia. Had takeout for dinner. Watched TV till late night. There are just too many TV programmes to choose from.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12271795-112063345685640548?l=psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/feeds/112063345685640548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12271795&amp;postID=112063345685640548&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/112063345685640548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/112063345685640548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/2005/02/6-feb-2005.html' title='6 Feb 2005'/><author><name>PsYcHo suPerGoDdeSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007570456399731524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/1600/toki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12271795.post-112063343374867088</id><published>2005-02-05T15:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T15:03:53.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Feb 2005</title><content type='html'>Perfect day to go out today. The sky was cloudy and temp. was around 18-20℃. Took bus no. 48X (KMB) to Shatin New Town Plaza, then took taxi to Che Kung Temple. The ride was about $20.00. An alternative would be taking the KCR East Rail ( there are 2 lines- East and West) to Tai Wai KCR station. Then just follow signs to the temple. Of course, this alternative would mean that you’ll have to WALK!!  Che Kung was a Sung dynasty general deified for his devotion to the people. So, in the temple, you’ll be able to see his statue which is gold in colour, and there are weapons around him, which I presume are his weapons. The temple is well know for the brass windmills in the courtyard, which you can turn to create good luck. You can even buy paper windmills from the temple which also has the same meaning. The turning of the windmills actually signifies a change of luck. After that, walked to the Tai Wai KCR station and took the train to Shatin Racecourse station. The train service is only available on Wednesdays and Saturdays ( when there are actually horse racing going on) from 11.45am onwards. The train heads toward Tai Po Market, which means it stops for only 4 stations. The frequency would be like 20 minutes for a train. Relatively there aren’t that much people going to the racecourse, but still it’s quite a lot, especially on Saturdays. I was considered lucky because I only waited for like around 8 minutes for the train. Admission to the Shatin Racecourse is $10. And again, Octopus cards are used! Can you believe it? Octopus cards are used everywhere!! There wasn’t much people when I got there. Had brunch at the food court. There’s something funny about the seating—there are no seats!! Everyone stands while eating. There are only tables, no chairs! Well, there are a few table which has, well, it’s not actually chairs, but a very narrow strip of support, and believe me, it’s not very comfortable. Rather stand than “sit”. The whole atmosphere in the racecourse was so exciting! Everyone was cheering. Even I was cheering. Tried my first luck on betting. Didn’t win any money . After a few races, decided to leave. It was getting kinda boring. It’s the same thing over and over again. First the horses and the riders are paraded at an area then, they get ready for the race, race starts, crowd cheers, press take photos……. This goes on again and again. Of course there’s the short hustle and bustle before the beginning of the race when everyone places their bets. Took the KCR East Rail to Mong Kong Staion. Asked for directions to the Mong Kok flower market. This is the centre for wholesale and retail floral business in Hong Kong. It’s actually a whole row of shops along Flower Market Road. As Chinese New Year is just round the corner, there was a lot of people there!! I was practically being pushed around. It was certainly a different kind of experience.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12271795-112063343374867088?l=psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/feeds/112063343374867088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12271795&amp;postID=112063343374867088&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/112063343374867088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/112063343374867088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/2005/02/5-feb-2005.html' title='5 Feb 2005'/><author><name>PsYcHo suPerGoDdeSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007570456399731524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/1600/toki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12271795.post-112063340194490139</id><published>2005-02-04T15:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T15:03:21.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4 Feb 2005</title><content type='html'>Woke up at 11am this morning!! Watched 6 episodes of Sex And The City last night. I just couldn’t stop!! It’s getting warmer today. Temp. around 18-20℃. First time I saw the bright sunshine since the beginning of the week. Went to Western Monastery today. That’s where the ashes of my maternal grandfather is kept. It’s a very big and grand place. Almost as huge as the Poh Lin Monastery that I went to in Lantau Island. Took the Public Light bus with 16 seats to get there. Costs $3.60 for the ride. It’s those little green busses and there are no bells to press to get down the stop you intend to get off. You’ll have to shout at the driver when your stop is near to let him know he has to stop. If you don’t shout, he won’t be able to hear you! The light buses are much cheaper but the route is shorter and limited. It only goes to specific places. Will be going to Shatin tomorrow &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12271795-112063340194490139?l=psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/feeds/112063340194490139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12271795&amp;postID=112063340194490139&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/112063340194490139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/112063340194490139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/2005/02/4-feb-2005.html' title='4 Feb 2005'/><author><name>PsYcHo suPerGoDdeSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007570456399731524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/1600/toki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12271795.post-112063337510511401</id><published>2005-02-03T15:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T15:02:55.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Feb 2005</title><content type='html'>Went to the market with my grandma this morning. Bought a lot of stuff. Took the MTR to Sheung Wan after lunch. Took the Exit B, turned right and walked to Western Market, located on Des Voeux Road. The Western Market is an Edwardian-style building which was built in 1906. It was declared a historical monument in 1991. Now, it’s no longer a market but is a very tastefully decorated place with restaurants and shops selling arts and crafts, souvenirs and cloth. After that, hopped onto a tram to The Centre. The Central-Mid-Levels Escalator are just right round the corner. At 800 metres long, it’s the world’s longest covered escalator. The entire length takes around 20 minutes. Well, the fact is, the escalators only go in 1 direction, to go the other way you’ll have to take the stairs—walk!!  The escalators goes downhill from 6am to 10am(residents from Mid-Levels use it during their morning rush hour to get to work) , then uphill from 10.20am to midnight.  Passed by the Central Police Station while I was on the escalator. The grey building was built in 1864 and stands as testimony to Hong Kong’s colonial heritage. It has undergone numerous extensions and alteration over the years with the current edifice dating back to 1919. Went to IFC ( International Financial Centre) in Central. Did some shopping in IFC mall. Everywhere’s on sale but couldn’t get anything cause the S/S (Spring Summer) collection was not out yet. Well, only a bit, but wasn’t what I would buy  Anyway, it’s too pricey. Couldn’t afford anything from Lane Crawford!! Had Ben and Jerry’s Chunky Monkey though.. YUM!! Eating ice-cream at 10℃ was a different kind of experience. If only I had someone to share it with ;) It’s been a long and tiring day. Want to watch my Sex and the City now. Bought the whole Season 6!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12271795-112063337510511401?l=psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/feeds/112063337510511401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12271795&amp;postID=112063337510511401&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/112063337510511401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/112063337510511401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/2005/02/3-feb-2005.html' title='3 Feb 2005'/><author><name>PsYcHo suPerGoDdeSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007570456399731524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/1600/toki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12271795.post-112063334000603523</id><published>2005-02-02T15:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T15:02:20.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 FEB 2005</title><content type='html'>It’s cold today. Temp. is around 11-13℃. Weather is cloudy. Went to Sha Tin today. Sha Tin belongs to New territory. Took bus no. 48X (KMB). Bus ride is $6.60, takes about 30minutes to get where I wanted to go. Got off at Sha Tin New Town Plaza. And again, it’s just another shopping centre. Snoopy’s World is located on Level 3. Admission is free. It’s a great place for kids. Well, honestly, it was quite dissapointing cos i thought it'd be something really grand. It did say that it's the largest OUTDOOR Snoopy theme park. The Sha Tin Central Library and Sha Tin Town Hall is just a short walk away from the New Town Plaza. The town hall provides a venue for art performances, e.g. orchestras, dramas…… Followed directions to Grand Central Plaza. Went to IKEA and bought 2 pair of curtains. They’re HEAVY!!!!! Had lunch in IKEA.  Actually just had a slice of cake  Went back to New Town Plaza after that. Did a bit of shopping. Felt kinda tired so went back around 3pm. HNV was on sale, bought a lot of VCDs. Especially those which couldn’t be found in Malaysia.  Plan to go to Central tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12271795-112063334000603523?l=psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/feeds/112063334000603523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12271795&amp;postID=112063334000603523&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/112063334000603523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/112063334000603523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/2005/02/2-feb-2005.html' title='2 FEB 2005'/><author><name>PsYcHo suPerGoDdeSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007570456399731524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/1600/toki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12271795.post-112063331623065044</id><published>2005-02-01T15:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T15:01:56.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 FEB 2005</title><content type='html'>It’s cold today!! Temp. is between 10-13℃. Went to Lantau Island today. Took the bus to Tung Chung MTR Sation. Forgot the bus number. The ride takes about 40 minutes. The bus used the Tsing Ma bridge to Tung Chung. The bridge is an important landmark of Hong Kong. The total length of the bridge is 2.2km.After arriving at Tung Chung MTR station, took bus no. 23 from the adjacent bus terminus. The ride costs $16 for weekdays, $25 for weekends and public holidays. The ride takes about 1 hour. The final stop of the bus is Po Lin Monastery. From there, you’ll be able to see the Giant Buddha. The Giant Buddha is the world’s tallest, outdoor, seated, bronze Buddha statue sits on a lotus throne above a three-platform altar and weighs 202 tonnes. Admission fee is $60 which includes a vegetarian meal. And again the food is delicious. To reach the Giant Buddha, you’ll have to climb over 100 steps. There are a lot of nature trails, camping sites and barbeque sites around the island. After having lunch, took the bus no.2 to Mui Wo. The ride costs $16 on weekdays and $25 on weekends and public holidays. The ride takes about 1 hour. From Mui Wo, took the ferry from the pier to Central. The ride costs $10.50 and took about an hour to reach Central. It’s so cold today. Just feel like staying at home and curl up in bed!  Will be going to Shatin New Town Plaza. There’s Snoopy World there!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12271795-112063331623065044?l=psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/feeds/112063331623065044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12271795&amp;postID=112063331623065044&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/112063331623065044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/112063331623065044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/2005/02/1-feb-2005.html' title='1 FEB 2005'/><author><name>PsYcHo suPerGoDdeSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007570456399731524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/1600/toki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12271795.post-112063325916492053</id><published>2005-01-31T15:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T15:00:59.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>31 JAN 2005</title><content type='html'>Went to Tai Po, Lam Tseun in New Territory. Went to the famous Whishing Tree. Took the bus no 73K. The bus passes by Sha Tin. To enjoy the view along the way, sit in the upper deck of the bus. The bus ride is about 50 minutes. The final stop is Tai Po Town Centre. After reaching Tai Po town centre, had Yunnam rice noodles for breakfast!! Yummy!! After breakfast, took the taxi .Taxis in New Territory are green in colour, and they are only allowed to transport passengers within New Territory. It’s a little cheaper. The meter starts at $12.40, instead of the usual $15.00. There are actually 2 wishing trees in Lam Tsuen. 1 is for love and the other for career. The one nearer to Tin Hou Temple is for love. “Bo Dip” is an orange tied to a few pieces of colourful papers. Sold at $3 each. Just buy one, write your wish on the “Bo Dip” and throw it onto the tree. If the “Bo Dip” hangs onto the branches, it means that your wish is granted!! If your wish comes true, be sure to go back to the wishing tree to thank the gods by giving offerings. The people here believe that if you do not thank the gods when your wish is granted, bad luck would follow!! So think twice before you want to make a wish. After that, took the bus to Yuen Long, which is also in New Territory. We took the smaller bus. $9 for the trip. There are Light Rails in Yuen Long, the light rails are under KCR company. The light rails are electric trains which runs on the road. Took the bus No. K65 to Lau Fau Shan. It’s a fishing pier like Tai O. At around 3 to 4am in the morning, the fishermen returns to this pier with their catch. It’s also an oyster culture farm. Try out the fresh oysters here during weekends.  Will be going to Lantau Island tomorrow. Weather is getter cooler. Temp. today was around 13-16℃.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12271795-112063325916492053?l=psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/feeds/112063325916492053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12271795&amp;postID=112063325916492053&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/112063325916492053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/112063325916492053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/2005/01/31-jan-2005.html' title='31 JAN 2005'/><author><name>PsYcHo suPerGoDdeSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007570456399731524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/1600/toki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12271795.post-112063322785450445</id><published>2005-01-30T15:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T15:00:27.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>30 JAN 2005</title><content type='html'>Went shopping in Tsim Sha Tsui with my cousin. Had dinner in Tai Ping Koon Restaurant. It’s established since 1860. The specialty- chicken wings with swiss sauce. It’s a must try!! For more info on Tai Ping Koon Restaurant, go to www.taipingkoon.com. We walked along Granville Road. There are a lot of interesting shops along the way. Then we stopped by a small shopping complex called Rise shopping complex. The shops are really small and to get the trendiest clothes and accessories, that’s the place. Each of the shops are unique and has their very own style and range of clothing and accessories. However, the style are mostly what they call “Street style”, which means it’s only for casual wear and it’s mostly for youngsters. Then I went to another shopping complex which is between Granville Road and Kimberley Road. I don’t know the name of the shopping complex but I only know it’s something like “Bak Lei” Shopping Complex. It’s similar to Rise Shopping Complex but it caters to the older age group. The clothes and accessories are not as hip but it’s still unique. I bought a prom dress for $500!! And all I can say about the dress- STUNNING!! After that we went to “Hui Lau San” for dessert, the mango pudding is delicious!! Hong Kong is well known for all these kind of special desserts, e.g. mango pudding, sago, sesame paste……&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12271795-112063322785450445?l=psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/feeds/112063322785450445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12271795&amp;postID=112063322785450445&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/112063322785450445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/112063322785450445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/2005/01/30-jan-2005.html' title='30 JAN 2005'/><author><name>PsYcHo suPerGoDdeSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007570456399731524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/1600/toki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12271795.post-112063319484471247</id><published>2005-01-29T14:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T14:59:54.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>29 JAN 2005</title><content type='html'>Went Yum Cha with my aunt, grandma and grandpa’s younger sister’s son (what do I call him?). We went Yum Cha for almost 2 hours!! It was quite interesting, they talked about politics, current issues and can you believe it- gossiping! Went shopping again because I didn’t feel like staying at home. The apartment is really small . I miss home.  There’s nothing much to do actually other than shopping and going out. Bought some stationeries, and I found something interesting, Vodka in tubes!! It’s only 4% alcohol, Vodka with lime, in a toothpaste-like tube, 190ml for $12.90. Felt like a walking zombie today. Went back home after collecting the photos that I dropped off to print last night. $0.90 @ for 3R/4R digital printing. Slept for about 2 hours after taking a shower. Might go shopping tomorrow with my cousin. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12271795-112063319484471247?l=psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/feeds/112063319484471247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12271795&amp;postID=112063319484471247&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/112063319484471247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/112063319484471247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/2005/01/29-jan-2005.html' title='29 JAN 2005'/><author><name>PsYcHo suPerGoDdeSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007570456399731524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/1600/toki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12271795.post-112063317161169540</id><published>2005-01-28T14:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T14:59:31.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>28 JAN 2005</title><content type='html'>Went to The Peak today at around 2pm. Took the bus no. 930 (CityBus) There are a few different bus companies, KMB, CityBus and AirBus. The bus stops at Admiralty MTR station, it’s the final station of the route. It’s $15.30 to get there(usually it’s $15.50 but Octopus card users have $0.20 cents off). On the way, the bus goes trough an underground tunnel to Hong Kong Island. And as I’ve said before, Hong Kong is divided into 4 major areas. This is actually the first time I’ve been to Hong Kong Island since I’ve came here. Be sure to look out for trams when you are in the Central region. I’ll go and have a ride on those maybe sometime next week or the week after. We then took the taxi to The Peak. It’s $44.40 to get there by taxi. The weather was foggy that day. Visibility was quite low. Couldn’t see much from there. Plan to go there again another day when there’s bright sunshine  so I can take some pictures. Had dinner at Shooters 52, in The Peak Gallery. Had a $198++ set dinner!! The food was merely ok. The Lemon Chiffon Pie was terrible . The drinks they serve there are HUGE, really, they use jars instead of glasses to serve drinks! And it’s EXPENSIVE-$45 for a coke!! Went back to Admiralty MTR station again by taxi and took the bus back to grandma’s home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12271795-112063317161169540?l=psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/feeds/112063317161169540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12271795&amp;postID=112063317161169540&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/112063317161169540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/112063317161169540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/2005/01/28-jan-2005.html' title='28 JAN 2005'/><author><name>PsYcHo suPerGoDdeSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007570456399731524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/1600/toki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12271795.post-112063312950628438</id><published>2005-01-27T14:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T14:58:49.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>27 Jan 2005</title><content type='html'>Arrghh!! I’ve gained weight!! I think I’ve gained at least 2-3kgs!! L&lt;br /&gt;        Went to Tsim Sha Tsui again today. Went to the Hong Kong Museum of History. Took the B2 exit, and walked eastward along&lt;br /&gt;Cameron Road. Was lost because there wasn’t any signs around and forgot to bring along the mapL.&lt;br /&gt;#Usually there would be special signs which shows directions to places of interests/ tourists attractions . The signs are setup by the Hong Kong Tourism Board with a special colour, either purple or blue, with an “i” on top of it. It’s difficult to miss anyone because it’s strategically placed round major roads and MTR stations.#&lt;br /&gt;      But I wonder why there wasn’t any signs to the Hong Kong Museum of History and The Hong Kong Science Museum. By the way, both of the museums are actually together, but the Science Museum is closed on Thursdays L Actually, I’ve been there a few times before, may plan to go there next time, but truth is there’s nothing much to see, it’s more suitable for kids. Oh, was lost on my way to the museum. Asked for directions from a policeman on patrol. He was really friendly, he actually walked me there. J Thanks Mr. policeman!&lt;br /&gt;        The visit to the Museum was actually my first time. Never been there before. Admission is $10; admission to special exhibition is $10. Special exhibitions vary from time to time. The special exhibition going on was “ Hunting and Rituals: Treasures from the ancient Dian Kingdom if Yunnan”. It was pretty interesting, an eye opener indeed. The relics are mostly made of bronze decorated with hunting scenes.&lt;br /&gt;        I’ve actually spent 3 hours in the museum. The usual exhibition is the “Hong Kong Story”, it’s about Hong Kong starting from 400 million years ago until it’s history till today. How it all started, from geological to it’s culture and people. There are all together 8 sections. Each section with a different theme, e.g. folk culture, opium war, Japanese occupation of Hong Kong………&lt;br /&gt;        Stopped by the Health Education Exhibition and Resource Centre which is just next to the mosque(next to Park Lane Shopper’s Boulevard). It’s a place with “Food Safety, Environmental Hygiene and You” themed exhibition. It promotes food and environmental hygiene issues. Very educational place. Here, you’ll learn about high risk food, food labelling etc.&lt;br /&gt;        Had a stroll in Kowloon Park after that. It’s a very beautiful place, with special themed gardens, an aviary and a bird lake (and they have pink flamingos!). There’s also an indoor and outdoor swimming pool. The weather was cloudy and the air is cool. Perfect weather for a stroll. J&lt;br /&gt;        Don’t know where I’ll be going tomorrow yet… But 1 thing for sure is that I’ll start to go on diet tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12271795-112063312950628438?l=psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/feeds/112063312950628438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12271795&amp;postID=112063312950628438&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/112063312950628438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/112063312950628438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/2005/01/27-jan-2005.html' title='27 Jan 2005'/><author><name>PsYcHo suPerGoDdeSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007570456399731524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/1600/toki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12271795.post-112063309207954111</id><published>2005-01-26T14:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T14:58:12.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>26 Jan 2005</title><content type='html'>Had $5 Cheung Fun (steamed rice flour roll, with a mixture of sauces: peanut butter like sauce, soy sauce and “Sweet Sauce” which is red in colour) for breakfast. It’s very filling as it’s mostly carbohydrate and fat. #Note to self: no more Cheung Fun tomorrow!! Wouldn’t want to sabotage my figure and let my pretty dresses go to waste!!#&lt;br /&gt;        Had a haircut in a nearby saloon in the morning, haircut+wash+blowdry=$69. It’s actually considered quite reasonable in HK. Went with my grandma. It’s the chineses’ tradition to buy new clothes, have a haircut, cleanup the house and stock up on groceries before the new year (Chinese new year). The people here follow the Chinese Lunar calendar, so it’s still considered the end of the year over here in Hong Kong even though it’s almost the end of January. And according to the Chinese Lunar calendar, I’m supposed to be 23 years old instead of 22( I’m born in 1983).&lt;br /&gt;        Went to Tuen Mun Town City this afternoon. It’s a half an hour’s bus ride. I went there with my 2 aunts, we took the bus no. 58M, $7.20 for a ride. And again, I used the Octopus card(actually, I hadn’t seen anyone use cash for bus rides yet J . So it’s advisable to get an Octopus card when travelling in HK). On our way there, had a glimpse of the Tsing Ma Bridge. The view was spectacular. The weather today was kinda cloudy, temp. around 19-21℃. Just nice. J&lt;br /&gt;        Tuen Mun Town City is a shopping arcade in Tuen Mun (it’s in New Territory). Hong Kong is divided into 4 major areas- New Territory, Kowloon, Hong Kong Island and other islands like Cheung Chau, Lantau Island and Lamma Island. The usual taxis in Hong Kong are red in colour, green-coloured taxis can only be seen in New Territories. J&lt;br /&gt;        Had lunch in a very posh Chinese restaurant. The food is just wonderful!! YUM! J and $198++ for 4 person!! Shopped for a while, tried on a few pair of boots. Quite pretty but I don’t think it’s suitable to wear in KL( Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia L ), all are at 60% off!! So the best time to shop in HK is either before or after Chinese New Year. The stuff are actually cheaper after Chinese New Year ;) but it’s kinda sad ‘cos the stuff on sale right now are mostly for winter.&lt;br /&gt;        Plan to go to Tsim Sha Tsui again if it doesn’t rain tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;* ”--And where are you now, now that I need you?--” Emotions by Destiny’s Child*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12271795-112063309207954111?l=psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/feeds/112063309207954111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12271795&amp;postID=112063309207954111&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/112063309207954111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/112063309207954111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/2005/01/26-jan-2005.html' title='26 Jan 2005'/><author><name>PsYcHo suPerGoDdeSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007570456399731524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/1600/toki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12271795.post-112063305181989060</id><published>2005-01-25T14:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T14:57:31.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>25 Jan 2005</title><content type='html'>It’s grandma’s birthday today! Happy Birthday Grandma!! She’s 83 years old this year.&lt;br /&gt;        Slept until 10am this morning. Didn’t go anywhere today. Too tired to go out. Can’t go anywhere anyway. It’s a big day today. Everyone’s here to celebrate my grandma’s birthday. Besides, it would be rude to keep myself out of the occasion. And it’s not like I’d always have the chance to celebrate my grandma’s birthday. J&lt;br /&gt;        We went out for dinner tonight. It was really fun. The restaurant was really noisy!! It’s a restaurant serving chinese cuisine. I think it’s actually the habit of the people here- Everyone just talks so loudly! So unlike the soft spoken Malaysians. It’s like they always shout at each other. I wonder how it’s like when they actually shout at each other J The food is just superb J YUM!! Tried roasted pigeon! The meat is just so tender and juicy. Even had lobster and noodles.&lt;br /&gt;        Sat down and talked to my cousins. And again, we talked about guys. The problem persists all around the world. It’s like the battle of the sexes. Just that there’re no weapons of mass destruction. Only different tactics to torture each other psychologically. I’ve been through this before. And it’s really terrible. Especially at times when I have to wait for the guy to reply my messages or call when he promised he would. L The wait is just so tormenting. What can be more disappointing when the phone suddenly breaks the silence and only to find out that it’s just not him! I’m sure lots of people may have the similar kind of situation. Well, to hell with guys!! I’m off shopping tomorrow!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12271795-112063305181989060?l=psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/feeds/112063305181989060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12271795&amp;postID=112063305181989060&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/112063305181989060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/112063305181989060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/2005/01/25-jan-2005.html' title='25 Jan 2005'/><author><name>PsYcHo suPerGoDdeSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007570456399731524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/1600/toki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12271795.post-112063301492739113</id><published>2005-01-24T14:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T14:56:54.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>24 Jan 2005</title><content type='html'>OH MY GOD!! My legs are killing me. It’s as if I’ve just finished a marathon! I went to Tsim Sha Tsui today. Went there by MTR (Mass Transit Railway) , it’s an underground subway system. The ride from Tai Wo Hau to Tsim Sha Tsui is $8.20 for 12 stops. The transportation system in HK is just wonderful. Whether by ferry, rail or tram, you can get around easily. Almost all public transportations utilize the Octopus card, which is an electronic fare card (it’s like a prepaid card and after you touch the card at special sensors, it automatically deducts the fare from the card. It can also be used at certain supermarkets, even 7-Elevens! Talk about cashless revolution—No more small change!). Octopus cars are available at the Customer Service Centers in any Airport Express or MTR station.&lt;br /&gt;*The Octopus card is actually like the “ Touch ‘n Go” card in Malaysia, and the EZLink card used in Singapore.*&lt;br /&gt;        After reaching the Tsim Sha Tsui station, I used the E exit. Then follow signs to&lt;br /&gt;Salisbury Road. There will be a huge Esprit store( 5 floors!) on your right. Be sure to stop by there, it’s full of great bargains. I got a top for $19!! The Esprit store sells apparel for both gender and even kids. They even have Red Earth cosmetics on sale.&lt;br /&gt;        Took the underground subway passage (pedestrian tunnel) to cross Salisbury road. Then follow the sign to Teddy Bear Kingdom. It’s HK’s first and only teddy bear museum. It houses over 400 teddy bears from all over the world. Admission to the teddy bear museum is $25. Opening hour: Daily from 11.30am to 10.00 pm.&lt;br /&gt;        Then followed signs to New World Centre, it’s a shopping arcade and right next to it is the Renaissance Hotel. Go through New World Center, and you’ll reach the Avenue of Stars. It’s a new tourist attraction in HK. It’s like the HK version of Hollywood walk of fame, with handprint impressions of HK superstars e.g. Jackie Chan on the pavement. I didn’t find it interesting L , but it sure did attract a lot of tourists.&lt;br /&gt;        After that I went to the HK Museum of art. Admission is $10 for adults. It’s free admission on Wednesdays. The museum was founded in 1962, it houses a collection of over 13000 items, including paintings, antiques etc. The visit to the museum was enlightening, though I couldn’t really grasp the idea of art.&lt;br /&gt;        After a quick lunch, I headed on to the Harbour City, just next to the Star Ferry Pier. Continued shopping until 4 something. Had to head back home before 6pm to avoid the rush hour. Took the MTR back home J&lt;br /&gt;# Love watching the TV programmes here. Even the TV ads. are interesting. Loved the “Lacoste- Touch Of Pink” advertisement. Actually loved the song, it’s “Save your kisses for me” by Natasha Thomas.#&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12271795-112063301492739113?l=psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/feeds/112063301492739113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12271795&amp;postID=112063301492739113&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/112063301492739113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/112063301492739113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/2005/01/24-jan-2005.html' title='24 Jan 2005'/><author><name>PsYcHo suPerGoDdeSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007570456399731524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/1600/toki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12271795.post-112063295486310735</id><published>2005-01-23T14:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T14:55:54.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>23 Jan 2005</title><content type='html'>An uneventful day, got up at around 9 and had egg tarts and milk for breakfast. If I have that for breakfast everyday, I can be sure that my coronary arteries would be clogged up by atherosclerotic plaques in no time!! I’m starting to get use to washing my face with cold water. My body’s really tired but I just can’t sleep!! Help~~~&lt;br /&gt;        Went to the market with my grandma again. I just don’t feel like being out today. I just want to stay at home and finish reading “The Da Vinci Code” by Dan Brown. Can’t believe I still haven’t finish reading it yet. Usually I’m not that slow but my brain’s been kinda jammed and I can’t even absorb anything that I’m reading. It’s like I’m just looking at the words and nothing makes sense.&lt;br /&gt;        Plan to go to Tsim Tsa Tsui tomorrow. Really need to go shopping!!! Will be visiting the Teddy Bear Museum too.&lt;br /&gt;*I need to find a site where I can upload my pictures so people can see the pictures that I’ve taken. Can somebody help me with that? Thanks!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12271795-112063295486310735?l=psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/feeds/112063295486310735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12271795&amp;postID=112063295486310735&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/112063295486310735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/112063295486310735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/2005/01/23-jan-2005.html' title='23 Jan 2005'/><author><name>PsYcHo suPerGoDdeSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007570456399731524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/1600/toki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12271795.post-112063291559137127</id><published>2005-01-22T14:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T14:55:15.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>22 Jan 2005</title><content type='html'>Had trouble sleeping last night. Didn’t get much sleep. Been having my period since yesterday. It always happens—cramps, lethargy, lost of appetite, water retention…….. I don’t know whether I should hate it or be grateful to know that I’m actually fertile. Doesn’t matter anyway, not planning to have kids. After witnessing an actual delivery, it just traumatized me. I wouldn’t want to go through that kind of pain. :( &lt;br /&gt;        Went to the market with my grandma and aunt. There are 2 markets, 1 is the Tsuen Wan market and another 1 the Yeung Uk Market a little further down. We went to Yeung Uk Market, it’s my grandma’s routine to buy her fishes from that market. And I bought egg tarts on our way back. It was really good!! Yum!! J&lt;br /&gt;        Even though grandma can’t see clearly, she insists that she prepares proper home cooked meals for me as I’ve been away from home for quite some time. She never let me help her in the kitchen. She even tries to shoo me out if I tried to do anything!!All I can do is just stand next to her and observe how she prepare for meals or just simply talk to her.&lt;br /&gt;        I watched her as she does everything with sheer concentration. She’s devoted her life to care for her family. I can’t help but feel sad. She’s old and lonely. Sometimes, forgotten by her family as they all carry on with their lives. She may nag and complain at times but I really think all she needs is just a bit more care and attention from everyone. She loves going to the market, guess the hustle bustle of the streets is more exciting then staying at home watching TV. Oh, and 1 thing, she still treat me as if I’m a kid even though I’m already 22!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12271795-112063291559137127?l=psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/feeds/112063291559137127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12271795&amp;postID=112063291559137127&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/112063291559137127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/112063291559137127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/2005/01/22-jan-2005.html' title='22 Jan 2005'/><author><name>PsYcHo suPerGoDdeSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007570456399731524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/1600/toki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12271795.post-112063288470471145</id><published>2005-01-21T14:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T14:54:44.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>21 Jan 2005</title><content type='html'>Got up at around 8.30 am. The water was @#$% cold!! My fingers felt numb after running them under tap for a few seconds!! I was really wide awake after washing my face.&lt;br /&gt;        Went out for Dim Sum with my grandma and aunt. Finally had my pan fried Cheung Fun. Yum!! J I noticed something odd about the customers in the restaurant, almost all of them were well over their fifties. Guess the others are either at work or in school.&lt;br /&gt;        Went shopping in the afternoon, went to CitiStore. Bought a long sleeve shirt for $89, a long sleeve T-shirt for $39 and a pair of jeans for $99(alterations free of charge)!! Can you believe that!! What a bargain! I just LOVE shopping!&lt;br /&gt;        Had dinner at home with grandma. I really do miss home cooked meals. And mom, I miss you!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12271795-112063288470471145?l=psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/feeds/112063288470471145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12271795&amp;postID=112063288470471145&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/112063288470471145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/112063288470471145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/2005/01/21-jan-2005.html' title='21 Jan 2005'/><author><name>PsYcHo suPerGoDdeSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007570456399731524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/1600/toki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12271795.post-112063281620778559</id><published>2005-01-20T14:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T14:53:36.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>20 Jan 2005</title><content type='html'>I can’t believe I spent the last 45 minutes of my first day in Hong Kong running around in the airport. My rescheduled flight was supposed to leave at 6.45pm but due to “Unforeseen Circumstances” it was delayed to 7.40pm. I arrived in Hong Kong at 11.13pm. My flight took about 3 hrs and 22 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;        If I hadn’t asked for a window seat I would’ve been sitting right next to the lavatory!! Can you believe that! But at least I get to have my own little TV screen where they show in flight movies. I watched Wimbledon, a movie about tennis starring Kirsten Dunst and Paul Bettany. It was kinda boring but at least it’s better than nothing! J&lt;br /&gt;        I really have to tell you about the guy who sat next to me. His name is Mr. Chin, he’s a “Professional Services Director” of Comex GeneSys, at least that’s what’s written on his name card. I can’t believe I actually initiated the conversation. Usually I don’t even care about taking to people but I was really bored. Believe it or not, I actually sat in the KLIA ( Kuala Lumpur International Airport) alone for 5 hours!! God knows why I did that!! Guess it’s because I didn’t want anything unexpected to happen as I really was determined to head to Hong Kong.&lt;br /&gt;        When the plane touched down, I was really glad. My spirits were high (I didn’t have any alcohol, though the air stewardess did offer beer, hmm.. should have had some) and I just couldn’t believe I’m finally in Hong Kong. While waiting for my luggage at the baggage reclaim area, I took a few travel brochures by the Hong Kong Tourism Board. It was really helpful, I I used them to plan for my activities in Hong Kong when I was here for a holiday about 2 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;My aunt was at the airport to pick me up. We took the bus no. A31 to Dai Wo How Sports Centre. The bus ride costs $17.00 and took about half and hour. When I got to my grandma’s house, I was really really tired and went straight without taking a bath!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12271795-112063281620778559?l=psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/feeds/112063281620778559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12271795&amp;postID=112063281620778559&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/112063281620778559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/112063281620778559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/2005/01/20-jan-2005.html' title='20 Jan 2005'/><author><name>PsYcHo suPerGoDdeSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007570456399731524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/1600/toki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12271795.post-112063278423502225</id><published>2005-01-19T14:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T14:53:04.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>19 Jan 2005</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Woke up at 4.30 pm. After getting dressed and have everything packed and stowed away, still had lots of time to kill. The CD player was playing Mariah Carey-Honey over and over again (in case you don’t know, I always play a song that I like sooo many times that I think it’s beginning to drive my housemates crazy!) Anyway, I was sitting on my bed singing to the song, then suddenly I felt the urge to look at my passport. I got up, reached for my passport and flipped to the last page where my picture was. “ God! I look hideous!” Then I looked at the date of issue- 04 Feb 2000! I felt that something was wrong, then I looked again. To my horror, my passport was valid until 04 Feb 2005!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I quickly rushed to the airport only to find out that I could leave Malaysia, but not permitted to enter Hong Kong. I cancelled my flight and changed it to a later date. I just sat down in a quite corner to calm down. I can’t help but feel sad. Then a grumble from my stomach mad me realize I haven’t had breakfast since I got up. Sadly, I dragged my luggage to McDonalds. The friendly employee greeted me with such cheerfulness but I just can’t even smile back at him. The Big Breakfast I ate was tasteless, even the orange juice was like water L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After depriving my body of the necessary nutrients, I supposed the low blood glucose level is really taking a toll on my thinking ability. After finishing breakfast, I left my luggage at the Left Luggage area at the rate of RM10 per day. Then I took the KLIA Transit to the Bandar Tasik Selatan station for RM26.50. The ride is about 30 minutes. From the station I changed to Star LRT and headed to Bandaraya station for RM1.70. At the station I asked for directions to the Immigration Department. It’s located in the Wilayah Complex, about 15 minutes walk from the LRT station. After all the commotion of filling up forms, photocopying documents and taking photos, I was actually relieved to know that I could collect my passport the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A few phone calls later, I’m out to meet a friend from Sabah. Funny to think that I wouldn’t have a chance to see him again if I had left that morning as scheduled.&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story? Remember to check your passport!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12271795-112063278423502225?l=psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/feeds/112063278423502225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12271795&amp;postID=112063278423502225&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/112063278423502225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/112063278423502225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/2005/01/19-jan-2005.html' title='19 Jan 2005'/><author><name>PsYcHo suPerGoDdeSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007570456399731524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/1600/toki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12271795.post-112063270981270372</id><published>2005-01-18T14:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T14:51:49.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Introduction</title><content type='html'>This is a travel journal of my trip to Hong Kong. Why am i writing this? Well, it's part of my assignment called an "Elective" where we can either choose medical or non-medical fields. In my case, it's travelling.&lt;br /&gt;First and foremost, for those who don't know me, I'm Jenny from Malaysia. I'm a medical student. For those who know me, just wanna lets you guys know that i miss u!!&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to comment on the blog :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12271795-112063270981270372?l=psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/feeds/112063270981270372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12271795&amp;postID=112063270981270372&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/112063270981270372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12271795/posts/default/112063270981270372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychosupergoddess.blogspot.com/2005/01/introduction.html' title='Introduction'/><author><name>PsYcHo suPerGoDdeSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007570456399731524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8046/1031/1600/toki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
