<?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-743234646200911062</id><updated>2011-11-27T16:43:38.901-08:00</updated><category term='G-Clique'/><category term='Some Daily Stuff'/><category term='Joyous Moments'/><category term='Out of Penang'/><category term='Singing'/><category term='About Being Vain'/><category term='Just for Laughs'/><category term='Outings'/><category term='I Performed'/><category term='Workshop'/><category term='Photography'/><category term='Birthday'/><category term='live College up.'/><category term='Competitions'/><category term='My jaw dropped'/><category term='Internet Marketing'/><category term='Rants'/><category 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Fern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08673763245092193869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEvjFdwWTjA/SbPNVcTjWYI/AAAAAAAABq0/BrUFbs_zAwg/S220/Beauty1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>190</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743234646200911062.post-4909144084328996573</id><published>2011-03-28T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T11:06:39.011-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>The search</title><content type='html'>I kept searching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Searching for something to fill up that chipped edge to make it useful again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I need to feel useful again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept searching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Searching, "me".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chinfern/5568843098/" title="Redang by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5094/5568843098_9f6dc22257.jpg" alt="Redang" width="285" height="425" /&gt;&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/743234646200911062-4909144084328996573?l=chinfern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinfern.blogspot.com/feeds/4909144084328996573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=743234646200911062&amp;postID=4909144084328996573&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743234646200911062.post-698885641225929312</id><published>2011-01-12T21:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T00:01:50.102-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Running Diaries'/><title type='text'>跑吧！</title><content type='html'>我很怀念在烈日下奔驰的感觉。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;就是要那天气越猛，跑得就越high。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;然后在最后一圈时，使劲地跑，恨不得躲到一棵阴凉的大树下。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;说是喜欢在烈日下跑，但是一边跑，就一边希望太阳不要那么的晒。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;好矛盾。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;但是，总之...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我要跑！我要跑！我要跑！&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/743234646200911062-698885641225929312?l=chinfern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinfern.blogspot.com/feeds/698885641225929312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=743234646200911062&amp;postID=698885641225929312&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743234646200911062/posts/default/698885641225929312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743234646200911062/posts/default/698885641225929312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinfern.blogspot.com/2011/01/blog-post.html' title='跑吧！'/><author><name>Chin Fern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08673763245092193869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEvjFdwWTjA/SbPNVcTjWYI/AAAAAAAABq0/BrUFbs_zAwg/S220/Beauty1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743234646200911062.post-4397829447122753707</id><published>2010-12-30T01:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T01:57:37.555-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><title type='text'>If Things Got Steamier</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chinfern/5277134213/" title="If things got steamier by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5204/5277134213_088310ff69.jpg" alt="If things got steamier" width="425" height="285" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If things really got steamier, tell me, what would you do next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a dusk @Port Dickson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[Holga 135BC]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/743234646200911062-4397829447122753707?l=chinfern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinfern.blogspot.com/feeds/4397829447122753707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=743234646200911062&amp;postID=4397829447122753707&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743234646200911062/posts/default/4397829447122753707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743234646200911062/posts/default/4397829447122753707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinfern.blogspot.com/2010/12/if-things-got-steamier.html' title='If Things Got Steamier'/><author><name>Chin Fern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08673763245092193869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEvjFdwWTjA/SbPNVcTjWYI/AAAAAAAABq0/BrUFbs_zAwg/S220/Beauty1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5204/5277134213_088310ff69_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743234646200911062.post-5328846038101192736</id><published>2010-12-29T00:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T01:15:58.828-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About Being Vain'/><title type='text'>Look What I've Got!</title><content type='html'>Haha. Do you want to go out of your mind and take a wild guess what I've just bought? Okay, actually more what my mum have paid the bill for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahaha. Or maybe you don't really care. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, take a look at this! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chinfern/5303017204/" title="SDC12056a by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5167/5303017204_55d4a4fbd7.jpg" alt="SDC12056a" width="425" height="305" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My purple hottie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hip Hop has never been part of my dressing sense. Seriously, if you see me many times enough, or just any one time, you'll know that my daily 'Dressing-up Game' has never included hip hop style. I guess it is because it's just not my thing. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how I was suddenly so drawn towards ankle-high sneakers recently, I believe most of the influence come from all the other dancer friends of mine from my vocal school! Gees. They have them in so many shocking traffic lights colours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like how bulky these shoes are and how bulky it will make me look since I am already quite a big size person and also especially I have a giant pair of feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, this very one day, on a Monday night, I walked into Pull and Bear at One Utama and spotted one also purplish and also an ankle-high, but in a male size. I took it off from its rack and placed it beside my right foot, stood sideways and look into the mirror on my right side. From a distance, it was as if I was putting in my foot into the shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this shoes does look good on me babeh. haha. But I don't find a reason why I should get it since I don't dress that way. So I put it back to the rack and pick on the females' shoes rack instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came back to Penang and went to a sports apparel retail. Spotted another pair purple ankle-high sneakers and went even more excited after looking at the price! So excited, but I still didn't get it. I still can't find a reason why I should get something I don't usually wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over Christmas, I went to Singapore. Subconsciously, my brain was pushing my body into every Puma boutique that I walked passed. To my dismay, they do not have that colour in the entire Singapore, according to one shopkeeper. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a tinge bit worried that what I saw wasn't what I saw and all that purple Puma shoes that I saw was an illusion in me that was formed due to my sudden arise of interest in ankle-highs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Wtf. Suddenly so creepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway, after I came back from Singapore, I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;goreng&lt;/span&gt; a reason to bring my mum back to the shop where I saw my first love. Hahahah. Anyway, so here it is! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chinfern/5302423283/" title="SDC12052a by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5088/5302423283_538620cb1d.jpg" alt="SDC12052a" width="325" height="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I tried on and my mum happily bought it! Weeeheee. Awesome or not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I really have to dig into my wardrobe and see what can I do to my purple hottie! Await some different Dressing Up game from me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chinfern/5302422447/" title="SDC12066b by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5047/5302422447_0a022ed7bf.jpg" alt="SDC12066b" width="305" height="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much love for it! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A bit of Commercial break, here's a wish of HAPPY NEW YEAR IN ADVANCE! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more day and we'll be stepping in a brand new 2011! Make your resolutions and commit to achieving it. I've stopped making resolutions since few years ago, fear of not achieving it at the end of the day. This year, I promised myself to make my 2011 a great year and I will list my new year resolutions and really achieve it! I've enough of not-so-great years slipping by with a blink of an eye, with no proper aim and not so much of sense of achievement, so this year I am to make it really &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;awesome&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, life is great, IF YOU choose to make it so!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, have a great 2011 lovely people! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/743234646200911062-5328846038101192736?l=chinfern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinfern.blogspot.com/feeds/5328846038101192736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=743234646200911062&amp;postID=5328846038101192736&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743234646200911062/posts/default/5328846038101192736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743234646200911062/posts/default/5328846038101192736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinfern.blogspot.com/2010/12/look-what-ive-got.html' title='Look What I&apos;ve Got!'/><author><name>Chin Fern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08673763245092193869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEvjFdwWTjA/SbPNVcTjWYI/AAAAAAAABq0/BrUFbs_zAwg/S220/Beauty1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5167/5303017204_55d4a4fbd7_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743234646200911062.post-2625907507632090451</id><published>2010-11-14T08:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T01:17:37.938-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Some Daily Stuff'/><title type='text'>Hi-Bye post</title><content type='html'>O-M-G. *stretches out eyeballs and mouth* Hiiiiiii! Omg, long time no see! *big hug* Omg, how are you……….!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s what always happens when I suddenly bump into someone that I havn’t been keeping in touch or someone that I never expect to see that someone anytime, anywhere like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time ‘this long-time-no-see’ person that I’m referring to, is actually this http://chinfern.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahahahah, how much more lamer can I be, man. But indeed, it’s been sometime since I updated this writing space of mine, which I love when I have the mood to, and I disguise when I’m forced to update it. Well, nobody forces me to, is just that a lot of times, I write halfway in my blog draft and left it hanging for it to-be-continued the next time, but I just never really regain that enthusiasm to write until the last fullstop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, I am (part time) back! Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I don’t know what else to say already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writer’s block. (is an excuse).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I am so bloordy distracted by the Singaporean drama series that my sister is watching. ARGH. I’m wearing my headphones, put on Jay Chou’s music to stop myself from being distracted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halfway I pause my Jay Chou’s music and turn my head to WATCH THE BLOORDY SINGAPOREAN DRAMA SERIES. WHY SO INTERESTING ONE THE STORY. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No time to write already. Sorry for wasting a tinge bit of your time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/743234646200911062-2625907507632090451?l=chinfern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinfern.blogspot.com/feeds/2625907507632090451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=743234646200911062&amp;postID=2625907507632090451&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743234646200911062/posts/default/2625907507632090451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743234646200911062/posts/default/2625907507632090451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinfern.blogspot.com/2010/11/hi-bye-post.html' title='Hi-Bye post'/><author><name>Chin Fern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08673763245092193869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEvjFdwWTjA/SbPNVcTjWYI/AAAAAAAABq0/BrUFbs_zAwg/S220/Beauty1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743234646200911062.post-2641192951118912462</id><published>2010-10-06T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T13:16:06.236-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shout out'/><title type='text'>12, 500 PV</title><content type='html'>My brain has been working its maths ever since the day I was exposed with this figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope, not a number of monetary value, but a target to achieve right on the last day of October.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have failed myself with promises for so many times, but it is also because I failed that's why I have to SUCEED this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For myself; and for my mum that has done &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;more than&lt;/span&gt; what a mother can do for her child; and my dad, whom has reached his time to take pride of his daughter; and my sister, who never forgets to tell me 'You're the best in my heart!' everytime when I did not win as I wanted to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first bull's eye would be 12,500, right this month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not say it's woopeedoopee easy; It can't be as hard either. It would just be a choice of whether I am hitting this target or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, I am choosing to throw right at that &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;seductive&lt;/span&gt; bull's eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/14322461@N04/1675145654/" title="Bull's eye by Joanna-M, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2053/1675145654_d7ea981dfa.jpg" alt="Bull's eye" height="255" width="350" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Photo by Joanna-M, taken from Flikr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seductive because my mum just said that bull's eye will bring me my long long long dreamt for DSLR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OhMiGoshieGaga!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, what's next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like what Nike likes to say: Just DO IT, babeh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/743234646200911062-2641192951118912462?l=chinfern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinfern.blogspot.com/feeds/2641192951118912462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=743234646200911062&amp;postID=2641192951118912462&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743234646200911062/posts/default/2641192951118912462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743234646200911062/posts/default/2641192951118912462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinfern.blogspot.com/2010/10/12-500-pv.html' title='12, 500 PV'/><author><name>Chin Fern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08673763245092193869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEvjFdwWTjA/SbPNVcTjWYI/AAAAAAAABq0/BrUFbs_zAwg/S220/Beauty1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2053/1675145654_d7ea981dfa_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743234646200911062.post-676666185490211329</id><published>2010-09-30T04:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T04:13:17.605-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>Want more juice?</title><content type='html'>Too diplomatic a blog post, you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, things can get a little juicier if you like it that way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be right back, stay tune. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/743234646200911062-676666185490211329?l=chinfern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinfern.blogspot.com/feeds/676666185490211329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=743234646200911062&amp;postID=676666185490211329&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743234646200911062/posts/default/676666185490211329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743234646200911062/posts/default/676666185490211329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinfern.blogspot.com/2010/09/too-diplomatic-blog-post-you-think-haha.html' title='Want more juice?'/><author><name>Chin Fern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08673763245092193869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEvjFdwWTjA/SbPNVcTjWYI/AAAAAAAABq0/BrUFbs_zAwg/S220/Beauty1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743234646200911062.post-1647674739764945465</id><published>2010-09-30T00:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T01:02:33.405-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beyond Routine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Singing'/><title type='text'>Halo Forest Concert cum Graduation cum Results Show</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Now finally I’m free for my weekends!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Our concert last Thursday had put a meaningful bookmarked page to some of us, and paved a more affirmed new path for the great dream in all of us. The big bosses had had their verdict said and each of us got our own envelope of destination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;A whole lot will further their training as potential up-and-coming artists, while a whole other, will be trained as singer-songwriter. Haha. I am making this so professional and ‘macho’ sounding. But well, yes, I’m in the up-and-coming singer-songwriter group, IF the seeds sow and the fruits reaped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chinfern/5037140804/" title="59890_439656784543_746054543_5034652_1537006_n by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4106/5037140804_c585f50af5.jpg" alt="59890_439656784543_746054543_5034652_1537006_n" width="425" height="295" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The awesome composing group that I am in :) Oh, and spot me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Initially, that wasn’t exactly my ideal choice of category. It never is. I never thought I would be put in that category as well. Never once it flashes passed my mind, but the truth proved it otherwise…… Too many stories, I think I shall put this in another post. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Since end of May this year, I have been caught up with my ‘secret’ activity every weekend till last week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;‘Secret’ because I have never bother to spend some little time to update something about it in my blog, ‘secret’ because I never blow it up in my facebook, although there are photos here and there but no full details were given, ‘secret’ because I didn’t let every single friends or family that I know about this training that I’m undergoing unless they ask. BUT, also not-so-much of a secret because this supposedly ‘secret’ activity actually made me lost my job (which I was very glad anyway, hehe).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chinfern/5038098807/" title="SDC19997a by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4149/5038098807_cf80062733.jpg" alt="SDC19997a" width="425" height="305" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 'secret' group of friends that undergo the 'not-so-secretive-anymore' operation with me :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Other stories aside, the concert we had last Thursday was a good one, indeed! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Set on a theatre hall at KL Pac, with brightly coloured cozy cushion seats, accompanied with such viewing and listening pleasure by all these hidden talents, and sometimes a few hints of humour too. There were dancing groupies, strutting their moves and grooves; those with powerful vocals played their part in wowing the crowd; some brought their acting skills alive, bringing out real life soppy story brought the audience to tears. Some jokers were too funny, the audience had stomach muscles ache laughing too hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chinfern/5036473585/" title="klpac2 by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4089/5036473585_23874d9736.jpg" alt="klpac2" width="425" height="305" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;I have always heard of KL Pac but been there. So when I was driving towards the place, I was all in awe on my maiden visit! Such a hidden gem, such an artistic artsy-fartsy architecture! I suddenly feel proud to be Malaysian! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chinfern/5037092042/" title="abc by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4153/5037092042_19b81ab001.jpg" alt="abc" width="425" height="305" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chinfern/5037092104/" title="klpac1 by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4108/5037092104_0a80734ecf.jpg" alt="klpac1" width="305" height="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes wor. *shys* HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;The first to kick-start the show was our own version of ‘Step Up 3’; with both good and evil spirit battling on stage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chinfern/5038049393/" title="SDC10347a by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4131/5038049393_b816f1065b.jpg" alt="SDC10347a" width="425" height="305" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;It was crazy and you must see how hard they practice. Every single time, all the trainers will use them as role models to tell us about the effort needed to put in for the concert. Sometimes, they don’t even take proper meal breaks, just so that they can have extra time for that perfection of a 5-sec movement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chinfern/5038050643/" title="SDC10355a by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4129/5038050643_0970bcacfe.jpg" alt="SDC10355a" width="425" height="305" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Commitment and burning passion, I’d say. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Then there was this fairy tale, with of course a happy ending where the male lead and the female lead got together at the end. The female lead, though petite in size, owns a voice which got most of the audience asking whether is she lip-singing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chinfern/5038180929/" title="SDC10503a by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4091/5038180929_c2866ff445.jpg" alt="SDC10503a" width="425" height="305" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the cute lamb lamb in the story. I admire their courage and commitment despite their role in the story. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;She sang ‘Love Story’ by Taylor Swift, and yes, that was her very own voice. That, also, brought her a well-deserved the ‘Best Female Singer’ of the night. One of youngest amongst the rest, people!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chinfern/5038784226/" title="SDC10474a by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4090/5038784226_4e81e6a67e.jpg" alt="SDC10474a" width="305" height="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This little girl :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Young people these days. How jealous can I get. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Then the Rock n’ Roll singers made they already colourful hall even more colourful then ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chinfern/5038186511/" title="rocknroll by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4146/5038186511_56ee0c9c1e.jpg" alt="rocknroll" width="425" height="305" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Bringing back Elvis Presley’s Jailhouse Rock and the other good oldies like ‘Yesterday’ and ‘We are the Champion’!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Indeed, we are! If we really want to be! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Suddenly, there’s this very energetic and lively group of performers that brought us back to the high school days! Where we had full-fledge energy to do every single thing, our very first puppy love, had our gigantic dream to change the world and believed strongly that our dreams will come true. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:宋体;"&gt;我们的未来不是梦。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chinfern/5038199079/" title="SDC10371a by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4145/5038199079_430c36e8da.jpg" alt="SDC10371a" width="425" height="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;That was our powerful innocence that we have all forgotten.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chinfern/5038199093/" title="renyimen by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4146/5038199093_53da224ba1.jpg" alt="renyimen" width="425" height="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;After a short intermission, here comes our collection of talented musicians, strutting their stuff in whatever talents they might have with a live band performance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;What guitar lah, bass guitar lah, drums lah, and keyboard lah. We even incorporated violins and a Er Hu! “Don’t pray pray,” said Phua Chu Kang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chinfern/5038214553/" title="liveband2 by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4112/5038214553_086e3b4200.jpg" alt="liveband2" width="324" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Not forgetting a lot of our amazing backup vocalists too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;I guess this is the best slot to show how good our singing and instrumental talents can be. Well, we were, very very good, if I’d say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Then there’s MY GROUP - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;遇见&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;! HOHOHO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chinfern/5038186513/" title="yujian by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4088/5038186513_33cbbc4098.jpg" alt="yujian" width="425" height="305" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Ours is a soppy drama where there’s finally such thing as a no-happy-ending, because we have had enough of happy-ever-afters in storybooks and cinemas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;There’s this guy who got to know each other and keep in touch through Msn (or some other social media la I don’t know, maybe they still play ICQ I don’t know). Then fast forward to the ending, after their first dating, the girl never appear again. She left a message before she died. Guy found out, devastated. Sing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chinfern/5038186515/" title="yujian2 by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4106/5038186515_afee4cd94d.jpg" alt="yujian2" width="398" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Haha. Oi. So short. Haha. I actually fast forward a lot of small details that will make you cry if you were to watch the drama. Our male lead has the bestest voice ever okay, woahlao. When he sang, he made so many people cried. He himself cried too. So obviously, the Best Actor award goes to him. Bravo to our team! Hehe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;I’m one of the mini singer during the play and one of the mini dancer during the play.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;But I have one JUMBO photo of myself to lie to you that will make you think that I’m one of the lead actress. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chinfern/5038214549/" title="fernsings by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4113/5038214549_eaa1a946a2.jpg" alt="fernsings" width="305" height="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo credits to Rock Cacing. Thanks to him, my mini role has such privilege to own such big shot. hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chinfern/5038186517/" title="SDC10475a by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4106/5038186517_d8d9b7481c.jpg" alt="SDC10475a" width="425" height="305" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Backstage: The 遇见 Team right after our play! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Closing act was a Cinderella Parody!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Everything was funny about this drama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Funny prince that can’t sing, funny king that wants to find a wife for the prince, funny stepmother of Cinderalla, who I think should seriously win an award for her acting on stage, funny &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:宋体;"&gt;三姑六婆&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;in the story, funniest stepsister of Cinderella and Miss Cinderalla.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chinfern/5038243939/" title="cinderella by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4092/5038243939_a140cdd42a.jpg" alt="cinderella" width="425" height="295" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chinfern/5038243943/" title="cinderella 2 by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4106/5038243943_c4e333d404.jpg" alt="cinderella 2" width="425" height="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;The stepmother is my personal favourite. No one can be a better stepmother than her already. Hah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This group bagged the most awards, including the Best Show award!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;At the end of the concert, a lot of them teared. Our journey thus far, had brought us: joy and laughter, obstacles and challenges, improvement and growth and most importantly, the strong bond in each and every one of us. We have had our achievement, our breakthrough and of course as well, dissatisfaction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chinfern/5038243945/" title="end by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4144/5038243945_8f293cfc10.jpg" alt="end" width="425" height="305" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;However, all is done. Everything is over. We have reached a total whole new level.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;But, that’s just the first level. Tipped toe and see how far the journey has stretched?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;We are already here. There’s no turning back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Let’s pack our bag and head to the next step! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Now that this first stage has ended, I have nothing else better to do besides ‘reliving’ this poor abandon http link. Now that this virtual space finally sees light AGAIN, let’s hope this light, yes, as cliché as it may sounds, will never die. Hah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Photo credits to especially to Rock Cacing, Alicia and the rest of the people that I steal the photos from. Hehe. The photos from you guys made my blog post a better read. hehe. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/743234646200911062-1647674739764945465?l=chinfern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinfern.blogspot.com/feeds/1647674739764945465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=743234646200911062&amp;postID=1647674739764945465&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743234646200911062/posts/default/1647674739764945465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743234646200911062/posts/default/1647674739764945465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinfern.blogspot.com/2010/09/halo-forest-concert-cum-graduation-cum.html' title='Halo Forest Concert cum Graduation cum Results Show'/><author><name>Chin Fern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08673763245092193869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEvjFdwWTjA/SbPNVcTjWYI/AAAAAAAABq0/BrUFbs_zAwg/S220/Beauty1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4106/5037140804_c585f50af5_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743234646200911062.post-7448180150318376878</id><published>2010-08-16T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T09:14:55.029-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>New-Job-Day-One</title><content type='html'>A stack of info sheets to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many blank stares through the space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continues product info sheet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Nearly) Dozing off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check the time under my sky blue long sleeves work shirt of my hiding watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT? WHY IS THERE 3 MORE HOURS TO GO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Called-on for 3rd On-job training session of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hands-on = Less yawns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OFF FROM WORK. WEEHEE! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will be a brighter work day 2! (Pretty please please :D)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/743234646200911062-7448180150318376878?l=chinfern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinfern.blogspot.com/feeds/7448180150318376878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=743234646200911062&amp;postID=7448180150318376878&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743234646200911062/posts/default/7448180150318376878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743234646200911062/posts/default/7448180150318376878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinfern.blogspot.com/2010/08/new-job-day-one.html' title='New-Job-Day-One'/><author><name>Chin Fern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08673763245092193869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEvjFdwWTjA/SbPNVcTjWYI/AAAAAAAABq0/BrUFbs_zAwg/S220/Beauty1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743234646200911062.post-6269066868539582981</id><published>2010-07-18T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T12:44:12.106-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Running Diaries'/><title type='text'>My Standard Chartered KL (Half) Marathon 2010 Run</title><content type='html'>Yes, this was 3 weeks ago but let's talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only my second half marathon, but I was having so much enjoyment completing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The entire journey wasn't tough at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, haha, of course it was not easy, but determination and persistence worked their magic throughout my run and the happiest thing to celebrate is I broke my own record!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chinfern/4816209420/" title="SDC18961a by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4078/4816209420_dc9bfbf92c.jpg" alt="SDC18961a" height="305" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Race location at Dataran Merdeka, beautiful historical place! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished the 21km journey in 2:09, which to me is very much an achievement because firstly I haven't been really training for it, secondly, I aimed to time in in 2 hours 15mins and thirdly, in my previous half marathon, I took to 2:40 to finish! Hoho. Major improvement or what. hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much I can create story to talk about the race, besides a lot of running, a lot more sweat, stepping over a lot hydration sponge, empty cups and banana skins (no, I did not slip, thanks for your concern), a lot of racing with the time and some mini mind chats and oh boy, a lot of honking from drivers getting very impatient at the blocked roads too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I really like about this race is that there were cheering teams at a few points of the last 5km of the route. Some gave really energy boosting beats with their percussion sets, some high-5 off your tiredness, some cheered so loud and enthusiastically that you will feel guilty not responding to their enthusiasm by speeding up even a wee bit! I think they really did an amazing job in that. They really help boost up the runners' energy and keep our spirits up and keep us going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chinfern/4815588607/" title="cheering_SCKLM_2010_170 by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4080/4815588607_24d148490f.jpg" alt="cheering_SCKLM_2010_170" height="285" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was one team stationed at Jalan Bukit Bintang that played their percussions so well and happy that you feel like dancing along with their beats with your sore-enough feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one part of the road, there was also this car driving pass the runners, with a Japanese lookalike beauty-queen material hot chic cheering out from the car. Maximised energy-boosting I think, especially for guys. Haha. Not sure whether this is arranged by the organizers though. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The route, the weather, the atmosphere and the motivation from the cheering team make the entire race super duper awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chinfern/4816251892/" title="SDC18959a by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4141/4816251892_a500c2c82a.jpg" alt="SDC18959a" height="425" width="305" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Haha. Oi. Smile a bit can or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was nearing the finishing line, the last 200m, both my legs are already screaming. I can feel the tension and pain at my muscles that if I were to go any faster than this, God knows what will happen. But I race through it, going as fast as I could fearing the time will overtake me more and phewww....it was all finally over. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chinfern/4816202006/" title="SDC18964a by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4118/4816202006_9b57e50b5a.jpg" alt="SDC18964a" height="305" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The medal you get at the end of the race made you want to give yourself a pat on the back and throw yourself up in the air and celebrate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Met a few Penang runner friends that came all the way for the race!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chinfern/4816252220/" title="SDC18958a by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4079/4816252220_3f2148edaa.jpg" alt="SDC18958a" height="305" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chinfern/4815628777/" title="SDC18960 by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4076/4815628777_df09482559.jpg" alt="SDC18960" height="305" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chinfern/4816203002/" title="SDC18965a by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4123/4816203002_20af4b712e.jpg" alt="SDC18965a" height="425" width="305" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Another new family member to my collection! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love running!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/743234646200911062-6269066868539582981?l=chinfern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinfern.blogspot.com/feeds/6269066868539582981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=743234646200911062&amp;postID=6269066868539582981&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743234646200911062/posts/default/6269066868539582981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743234646200911062/posts/default/6269066868539582981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinfern.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-standard-chartered-kl-half-marathon.html' title='My Standard Chartered KL (Half) Marathon 2010 Run'/><author><name>Chin Fern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08673763245092193869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEvjFdwWTjA/SbPNVcTjWYI/AAAAAAAABq0/BrUFbs_zAwg/S220/Beauty1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4078/4816209420_dc9bfbf92c_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743234646200911062.post-9042215695092542935</id><published>2010-07-12T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T12:47:20.896-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Some Daily Stuff'/><title type='text'>Disappear, yet again. Hoho.</title><content type='html'>Helllo! I'm lost. And found again here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this isn't the longest time I have never blogged, which in fact I never really actually blog very frequently, but oh well, like I said, I'm lost. And found again! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna put random updates! Just in case you wonder which corner of the world I am at now. (There are not many choices actually, is either Penang or PJ. Both starts with the letter P in this case. Haha. Lame or not.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So currently, I'm in Penang. Woohoo, nothing else smells better than home! My mum and her ever flowing love and care. Even after getting a bad scolding from her, she will come bringing me the cup of honey lemon that she would make for me everyday to my room. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad and his slurp-slurp home cook food that is sometimes too oily, but I don't really care now and him, buying me whatever food that he remembers me liking it, especially a kind of fruit that spells DURIAN, and different kinds of jellys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dog and her fluffy brown hair, not giving me any extra attention but I still sayang her. The stupid dog goes to my mum ALL THE TIME. Doesn't she miss me? Haha. Stupid doggggggg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My aunt, who was a caretaker since I was 4 till I got my driving license when I was 17. Despite all the years, we never really have good relationship together. But ever since I left for PJ, she often asked about me through my mum and finds every opportunity possible to buy me dinner everytime when I'm back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My high school friends! The annoying UK girl that almost forget how to speak proper Mandarin came back for summer holiday and we went meeting up! Together with another annoying Lee Phey Chien! Haha. Why do I have annoying friends. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chinfern/4786913139/" title="SDC19078 by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4138/4786913139_28b050139d.jpg" alt="SDC19078" width="425" height="305" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Gurney Plaza, bumped into soooooooooooo many people and the 2 made me watch Twilight: Eclipse. Haha. I never read the book, I have never watched any Twilight movies, heard so much about how bad the movies are and I was actually reluctant to watch but oh well, I was thinking since I will fall asleep in cinemas anyway, if the movie doesn't show any good, I will just sleep in the cinema.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chinfern/4787676034/" title="SDC19083a by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4138/4787676034_1f45515bde.jpg" alt="SDC19083a" width="425" height="350" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;since 2006. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to my surprise, I kinda like the movie! However, I never fail my routine of falling a sleep half way through a movie in a cinema. Hehe. My friends were rather irritated and dislike the fact that I always fall asleep in movies, but this time around they actually expect me to sleep like they are so used to it. Friends, ♥. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went for my run at Botanical Gardens. I don't know how to describe how nice and warmth I felt, shouting 'Hey!' and waving hands to familiar faces, exchanges smiles, seeing enthusiastic runners, laughing out loud after the tiring run and getting back to training ground. So much memories (and sweat).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I had to go back to PJ for a weekly singing training which I really enjoyed and learned so much, not forgetting the awesome friends I have too! I hope inspiration hits me and let me blog about this soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday night, I rushed back to Penang for World Cup as I have to be back today for my internship presentation in college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YA, FORGOT TO MENTIONED, I SUCCESSFULLY COMPLETED MY INTERNSHIP. woohoowooohooowooohooowooohooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last day was on 7th July, which coincidentally was ntv7's 12th Anniversary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spend my last day going out to town giving out the jellybeano-mashmellow candy bag to the 6 major Chinese press.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chinfern/4787008485/" title="SDC19052a by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4143/4787008485_85e598f184.jpg" alt="SDC19052a" width="305" height="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a fun and relaxing last day of work but I felt bad cos I have to leave my backlog work for the new executive that just joined the company. Hehe. I planned to complete them before I leave but the jellybeans and mashmellows were more important!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My very very nice supervisor/colleagues treated me a farewell Thai food dinner before I left and gave me a lift to the bus terminal as well. So blessed to have them! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More stories on internship soon! (I hope. HAHA.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, so today was the presentation in college. I was unprepared (because of World Cup la) and the slides were badly done, I wish I could share more about my experience! I wouldn't say I had the best ever experience and the best ever 3 months, but I really did have the chance to widen my horizons, learn and understand new things for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After presentation, we went meeting up with Esteeeee! So much catching up, screaming at each other, gossiping and laughing out loud to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chinfern/4787675594/" title="38037_415484259641_516254641_4321092_5607068_n by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4082/4787675594_260ee6d5ca.jpg" alt="38037_415484259641_516254641_4321092_5607068_n" width="425" height="325" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sorry for the putting up the Avatar eyes photo of you Tan Veen Dee, Esther and I looked nice, too bad for you. Hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay la, make it up for you. Here is a nice one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chinfern/4787044299/" title="35374_415483084641_516254641_4321077_3702935_n by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4076/4787044299_e34906e55c.jpg" alt="35374_415483084641_516254641_4321077_3702935_n" width="425" height="305" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Happy Day! Although I wore orange, I was for Spain this morning. Hehe, lame or not. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, to end this post, an inspiring quote by Esther Tee:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;"Once you've decided, stay firm in the game."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just telling her about the tough fight towards my dream, her words gave me an affirmation. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hope this somehow inspire you too! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/743234646200911062-9042215695092542935?l=chinfern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinfern.blogspot.com/feeds/9042215695092542935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=743234646200911062&amp;postID=9042215695092542935&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743234646200911062/posts/default/9042215695092542935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743234646200911062/posts/default/9042215695092542935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinfern.blogspot.com/2010/07/disappear-yet-again-hoho.html' title='Disappear, yet again. Hoho.'/><author><name>Chin Fern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08673763245092193869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEvjFdwWTjA/SbPNVcTjWYI/AAAAAAAABq0/BrUFbs_zAwg/S220/Beauty1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4138/4786913139_28b050139d_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743234646200911062.post-6991603977400822562</id><published>2010-06-24T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T12:39:12.497-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Running Diaries'/><title type='text'>The Run is back!</title><content type='html'>I'm just done with my run! Munching on my wholesome healthy dinner, green veg salad and 'Happy Fruits Platter' topped with honey while typing this! So me and my table are both very messy right now. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm enjoying my 'fruits platter' very much. Haha. So I'm gonna share my shallow 'secret' here. Haha. It's simple as hell and even those who doesn't know how a frying pan works would know who to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cut 1 big fuji apple and 1 jumbo size banana (no suggestive ideas intended :P), sprinkle on as many raisins to your liking and top it off with 2 happy tablespoon of honey...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...WALA you are done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go try I'm lovin it! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus it's healthy, supplies you with necessary energy and you don't have to worry about putting on weight, that's why I named it 'Happy' Fruits Platter in the first place! It replaces whatever energy I've lost during my run and it doesn't gain me extra weight, woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was a tiring an hour and 15 mins run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chinfern/4727733369/" title="SDC18891a by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1014/4727733369_b06096ce49.jpg" alt="SDC18891a" width="425" height="305" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this kind of training would never be enough for a half marathon that is gonna take place this Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm joining the half marathon category of the &lt;a href="http://www.kl-marathon.com/"&gt;Standard Chartered KL Marathon&lt;/a&gt; again this year! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Again', not because I ran for it last year, but because I paid for it and then I had to go for one of my 'Singapore seminars' and I had to sadly forgo the race. So this time, especially when I'm staying in the kinda-same state where the race is gonna be held, why should I even miss such a big event!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I've been slacking off a lot in my trainings compared to when I'm in Penang! Shit, no wonder I put on weight. But beside that fact, I'm not sure whether am I prepared for the run, haha, it's a bloody half marathon okay, 21 km; or to be more precised 21.097km. Huhu. Moreover, it's only my 2nd time doing a 21km run! My first was back in 2007 at Penang Bridge Marathon. The rest of the other race that I join is usually within 10km, the other longer one would be the 14km Genting Trail Blazer, that's about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of time is because I'm too sleepy after coming back from work or I just lack the motivation to do the training, sometimes it is because it rained when I'm so motivated to do my run, hoho, this one not my fault already! HAHA. But yesterday, it was because of the Durian Feast my company had, I was overjoyed with the sight and taste of such awesome fruit that I ate tooooo much than what I've limited myself too. Everybody went wild during the feast anyway, I shouldn't be the outcast. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIKE HELLO IT'S DURIAN! TRY CONTROLLING YOURSELF AND SEE. IT'S A YEARLY SEASONED FRUIT! Not like any Fuji Apple or jumbo banana, IT'S RARE. WHAT MORE WHEN I'M A DURIAN LOVER? Wooohooo. Durian is a bloody Malaysian pride, and my homeland is the place where big truckloads of the fruit come from, I SEE DURIAN MEANS I CANNOT TAHAN. Hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, I am very excited to see how would I perform for this run actually though unprepared. Don't know how many days my muscles will ache. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from that, my knee has been throwing tantrum for quite a while. I would have this slight pain at the  patellar of my knee after my runs, or sometimes even half way through and the pain would really affect my mood to do the run. It hurts also when I dance! Why!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reckon if I were to left this problem unattended, one day I would not be able to run as crazily, or at least would not be able to perform my best anymore. Woah, I will cry everyday maybe. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So knee guard is my new best friend now! Although this best friend kinda took away my extra jingles for new pair of shoes, more earrings or new dresses, actually more like my DSLR FUND. T_T BUT I KNOW IT'S FOR GOOD! I try to keep smiling after I pay the bill. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chinfern/4730492693/" title="SDC18896a by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1110/4730492693_9ef0313c15.jpg" alt="SDC18896a" width="425" height="305" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Haha. What funny photo is this!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S FOR GOOD, IT'S FOR GOOD, IT'S FOR MORE FUTURE RUNS! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with all the (lack) of training,  a brand new friend to come along for every other my run from now onwards, an exploration to a new running place and a lot of excitement,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chinfern/4727733047/" title="SDC18898a by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1063/4727733047_81d032d7af.jpg" alt="SDC18898a" width="425" height="305" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am ready for my Standard Chartered KL Marathon run. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S The knee guard really works because of the Aqua Titan element that it has with it. My pain during or after my runs significant reduced to an undistracting level. I'm all happy now! Hehe. If so happy you need a knee guard, check &lt;a href="http://www.phitenmy.com/p_list.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; out. Hope it helps you and make you a happier athlete too! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/743234646200911062-6991603977400822562?l=chinfern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinfern.blogspot.com/feeds/6991603977400822562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=743234646200911062&amp;postID=6991603977400822562&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743234646200911062/posts/default/6991603977400822562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743234646200911062/posts/default/6991603977400822562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinfern.blogspot.com/2010/06/run-is-back.html' title='The Run is back!'/><author><name>Chin Fern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08673763245092193869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEvjFdwWTjA/SbPNVcTjWYI/AAAAAAAABq0/BrUFbs_zAwg/S220/Beauty1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1014/4727733369_b06096ce49_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743234646200911062.post-1349166746547091146</id><published>2010-06-04T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T11:47:33.737-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shout out'/><title type='text'>Over a Cup of Teh Tarik</title><content type='html'>Met up with Estee on my last trip back in Penang 2 weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a wonderful catching up session, over a cup of teh tarik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always marvel at how the ability of this cup of milk tea that is pulled over two metal vessels back and forth for several times can simply freeze the time out of the world and make the conversation of a whole table of teh-tarik kakis last for the longest time ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes reminiscing old times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes gossip updates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes verbal sketch of the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Estee, were talking about our next step after graduation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked and talked and took some bites on this roti tissue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chinfern/4669818402/" title="SDC18587a by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1304/4669818402_170a606704.jpg" alt="SDC18587a" height="425" width="305" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked about past, about now, and what's next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We promised each other to hit and catch our dream and flaunt it over teh tarik again one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was some motivating and enlightening conversation that we had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much, just over a simple cup of tea. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chinfern/4669818410/" title="over a cup of tea by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4028/4669818410_be388ed155.jpg" alt="over a cup of tea" height="305" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love You Esteee! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S Veen Dee if you are reading this, we kept missing you when we were talking. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/743234646200911062-1349166746547091146?l=chinfern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinfern.blogspot.com/feeds/1349166746547091146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=743234646200911062&amp;postID=1349166746547091146&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743234646200911062/posts/default/1349166746547091146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743234646200911062/posts/default/1349166746547091146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinfern.blogspot.com/2010/06/over-cup-of-teh-tarik.html' title='Over a Cup of Teh Tarik'/><author><name>Chin Fern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08673763245092193869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEvjFdwWTjA/SbPNVcTjWYI/AAAAAAAABq0/BrUFbs_zAwg/S220/Beauty1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1304/4669818402_170a606704_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743234646200911062.post-188808988623696826</id><published>2010-06-02T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T10:50:40.099-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>Compounded facebook status</title><content type='html'>Just a short 25 mins walk from 1 Utama to my home, so many just ran through my mind. One after another like train containers dashing by my vision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at so much irritation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were to have a device with my to tweet or to update my fb status, your news feed wall would have been spammed with all my rubbish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I compile all my thoughts here, so then I won't flood your news feed wall. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Update:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(this one was when I was still in 1 Utama)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why was I (kinda) waiting for that DJ to walk by? HAHAHAHAH. No, I am actually concentrating in reading this book. Hmmm. Concentrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Update:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get very ultra irritated when I have to wait, yet I am always late. How ironic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Update:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8/10 times when I say 'I wanna run today', it will definitely rain. Like today. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Update:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to be cash-rich. I want to be like that again. very very much. I really hate how I am right now. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Update:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what job should I be in to make me feel very happy because now I get irritated and grumpy often because of my job. -.- Luckily I am leaving alone, no one I can complain to nor hear me complain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Update:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloody hell. Wolf-whistling is not a form of compliment. So please STFU, if not I POTONG you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Update: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The security guards that I meet everyday, besides saying hi or hello to me, sometimes they like tell me to: Beli kereta la. Seeing that I can only walk everyday to wherever I want to go. Even the guards from office, who watches the traffic for me, sometimes ask me to drive to work, cos usually, by the time I reach office, my shirt would be already wet and I'll be busy wiping my sweat off. I mean they are asking out of kindness, but WHY ARE THEY MAKING OWNING A CAR LIKE SUCH AN EASY THING? u mean no need money one is it. T_T Why don't they own a car then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, enough rubbish in 25mins I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I update some happy thing soon! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/743234646200911062-188808988623696826?l=chinfern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinfern.blogspot.com/feeds/188808988623696826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=743234646200911062&amp;postID=188808988623696826&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743234646200911062/posts/default/188808988623696826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743234646200911062/posts/default/188808988623696826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinfern.blogspot.com/2010/06/compounded-facebook-status.html' title='Compounded facebook status'/><author><name>Chin Fern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08673763245092193869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEvjFdwWTjA/SbPNVcTjWYI/AAAAAAAABq0/BrUFbs_zAwg/S220/Beauty1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743234646200911062.post-2109019864606498908</id><published>2010-05-28T03:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T11:43:37.528-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beyond Routine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shout out'/><title type='text'>Car Sauna</title><content type='html'>Car sauna works awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had it for 10mins and I sweated like I stood under the pouring rain. I was drenched in the perspiration and even my water proof eyeliner smudged. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going out to the Youth'10 festival at PWTC with Veen Dee's car she lended me for the weekend. I went in, plucked in the car and turned on the engine and 'eeekkkk....' goes the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit. This doesn't sound good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'eeeekkkkk....' That was already my fourth attempt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I went in, the car was hot like nobody-nobody-but-you's business inside cos the sun was really scorching hot. After like 2 minutes, the weather just turned gloomy. The next sec it started drizzling. The next next next next sec (that's 4 secs later), it started raining. Then now it is pouring like nobody-nobody-but-you's business when I'm writing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So during the whole rapid change of weather, I was in the heated car reply text, making calls, getting numbers and continuing my what seemed to be useless engine-starting attempt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sweat just kept dripping down from my forehead. They were crawling down from my back and was absorbed onto my nicely-dressed outfit. and like i said, my waterproof eyeline couldn't handle so much wetness and it smudges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for a waterproof eyeline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when I walked out from the car, I was as if unsheltered from the cat-and-dog-ish rain outside me. I was so wet, in my sweat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yes, Car sauna works wonders! Next time if you don't have any place for a good sauna, try this way. Stay in the car for 10mins with all your windows shut, engine off of course and walaa, F.O.C sauna in the house yo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh the reason why Veen Dee lended me her is also because she went back to hometown today! I followed her to at LCCT at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;3.30am in the morning&lt;/span&gt; and drove back to my house for the weekend. woohoo. SOHAPPYYEAYNESS! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a good chat at Coffee Bea n before she left for the plane and we use the foam of our latte to take WE'VE GOT MILK photo! hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chinfern/4647329298/" title="SDC18625a by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4060/4647329298_26caa4fc5c.jpg" alt="SDC18625a" width="425" height="305" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Failed attempt though. Stupid shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was driving back, the sun was still rising and the colour of the sun is sooo beautiful! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chinfern/4646713329/" title="SDC18656a by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4029/4646713329_bf827cc6cb.jpg" alt="SDC18656a" width="305" height="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, some might wonder why am I so smart that I know the roads even when I have never driven in PJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This, is the secret. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chinfern/4646714833/" title="SDC18655 by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4010/4646714833_853a5c0a1c.jpg" alt="SDC18655" width="305" height="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She bloody has a name called Karen. -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/743234646200911062-2109019864606498908?l=chinfern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinfern.blogspot.com/feeds/2109019864606498908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=743234646200911062&amp;postID=2109019864606498908&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743234646200911062/posts/default/2109019864606498908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743234646200911062/posts/default/2109019864606498908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinfern.blogspot.com/2010/05/car-sauna.html' title='Car Sauna'/><author><name>Chin Fern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08673763245092193869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEvjFdwWTjA/SbPNVcTjWYI/AAAAAAAABq0/BrUFbs_zAwg/S220/Beauty1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4060/4647329298_26caa4fc5c_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743234646200911062.post-8209598848069821629</id><published>2010-05-22T02:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T11:08:11.600-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shout out'/><title type='text'>My Dear Bangkok, what has happened to you?</title><content type='html'>In my work, i do media monitoring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's, just, another macho way of saying: Newspaper reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's one of the most important thing i do everyday, without it I can't continue the rest of my routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, seriously, frankly, dengan jujur sekali, 说真的, I don't like my job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But being under an internship, a lot of times, is not for you to like or don't like, you just have to do it, even if you are not paid for something you dislike doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are lucky enough, you would be arranged to something you like to do, be so happy with it and it will become your very memorable stage in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If not, the only thing you can do is, to LEARN to like to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's how my situation is now, learn to like to do it and find thrills in my job. (Like how a radio DJ casually came into my office, gave me an undescribable happy smile, melted me at that instant and I am still trying to get over it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, for those who has my facebook, the veryhardtoreadsomethinglikethis status is still all over the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After one and a half months, although there have been perks in my job, I'm still at the learning-to-like my job stage. I did learn quite something, but not exactly towards the area I would want to venture into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, of course, again I was doing the 'media monitoring', I came across a chinese article about Bangkok. The title reads: My Dear Bangkok, What has happened to you? For those who read mandarin, it's 亲爱的曼谷，你怎么了?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That few words gave a punch at my beating heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Near to half a year ago, I was there, having my happy holiday, with few of my closes friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chinfern/4642523072/" title="DSC02608a by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3376/4642523072_ee99bbe408.jpg" alt="DSC02608a" height="305" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, it came to this stage of catastrophe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chinfern/4639075730/" title="iPhone008 by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4045/4639075730_3d9475beed_o.jpg" alt="iPhone008" height="275" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Photo taken from Internet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Central World was burnt down. A building which once stood proud as Asia's 2nd largest complex. Now it's became into ashes that passerbys will sigh and can only reminise its glory, once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chinfern/4639075734/" title="iPhone127 by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4062/4639075734_81440003ca.jpg" alt="iPhone127" height="275" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Photo taken from Internet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am aware that Bangkok is rather notorious with its pretty shaken and unstable politics and social safety. This could be no surprise to those that have been predicting this to happen in any near future, when the time would be right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recalled our after-exam holiday in this whimsical city. I was so thrilled with the interesting and cheap goods on some simplest set-up stalls by the walking streets, just at any corner of the city. But our first stop, was exactly around the area of Central World shopping complex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Christmas season, everywhere was lighted up and every malls were trying to outbeat each other to be win the visitor's choice of best decorated mall; but Central World's was the show-stopper. No one could stop taking a second look at the magnificient tall Christmas tree and how the other mascots were trying to spread the joy of Christmas. Things were just so merrily happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chinfern/4639075752/" title="SDC15614 by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4066/4639075752_98b7e4ee55.jpg" alt="SDC15614" height="305" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VeenDee, Haan and me even stopped over at the very famous Four-Face Buddha of Erawan Shrine diagonally opposite Central World complex for some prayers and blessings. And then off we went unleashing the shopaholic soul of us, woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were also quite a number of mini food push-cart right in front of the walkway of Central World, so many variety that you don't even know which to choose. I remembered I kept telling Esther I wanted to look for some barbequed insects to fear-factor myself! Funny enough there were only one push-cart that has that barbequd fear-factor food, and it didnt look clean enough, so I cancelled the thought. But we went on for other food hunt and got ourselves some yums-looking-funny-tasting pork balls and octupus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chinfern/4642144961/" title="SDC15685a by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3369/4642144961_b9c71f5fe5.jpg" alt="SDC15685a" height="425" width="305" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE OCTOPUS YUMMMMMMS TO THE MAX! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(no photo cos too yummmms forgot to take)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But where all these now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The once very lovely and a city where people around the world MUST and CONFIRM WILL visit at least once in their lifetime, now is badly bruised and torn apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not a beauty pageant diplomatic line but where is the love, peace and harmony?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The welcoming smile the people put on their faces has turned from a upward crescent to a downwards one. Crying grimace and bleeding images are all over the headlines. The helpless and innocent ones have to go through all the fights and calamity, just because some people's emotions has taken its toll over their rationale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, thank God that the leaders of the Red Shirts was finally turned in and surrender earlier this week. Thank God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm definitely not a Thai although every Thai actually mistaken me as one when I was in Bangkok and spoke Thai to me and I always have to give them the lost face and some of them still never get it. But I really love Bangkok, I really want it to come to a peaceful fullstop, I want still want people from around the world to be able to experience this 'lovely' city with a peace of mind, I really want everybody to also have a share of my joy of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;shopping in Bangkok&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chinfern/4642189729/" title="DSC01644a by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4021/4642189729_785ea20bac.jpg" alt="DSC01644a" height="425" width="305" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This civil war in Bangkok actually made me appreciate the lack of freedom of expression in Malaysia more. Although sometimes things can be really hard for us, this one cannot, that one cannot, lack of rights, racism and etc, but at the very least, our government comes from a point where war like this will never get to errupt. At least the lives of innocence would never be put on a balance beam and taken for a bet, and there's peace and harmony in the place we live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chinfern/4642145835/" title="P1110351-edited by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4021/4642145835_dc3833ffd4.jpg" alt="P1110351-edited" height="425" width="295" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Peace yo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So My Dear Bangkok, I would not know when you'll be revamped into an original state, make no more 'bloody' news in the headlines and shine like you always do. But Get Well Soon okay! I would like to go back to Chaktuchak Market and Khao San Road again, see your congested floating market (I missed it the last trip) and (preferbably not) go through the traffic jams that you'll always have on the roads. Oh and also really make it a point to EAT FEAR-FACTOR BBQ INSECTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chinfern/4642190087/" title="SDC16248 copy by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4013/4642190087_2669296526.jpg" alt="SDC16248 copy" height="425" width="305" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(without forgetting about my passport ANYMORE! hoho, i'll tell you about my forgotten passport next time)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND BUY A LOT A LOT A LOT OF EARRINGS THAT COST LESS THAN 2 BUCKS EACH PAIR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bangkok, jiayou jiayou jiayou! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/743234646200911062-8209598848069821629?l=chinfern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinfern.blogspot.com/feeds/8209598848069821629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=743234646200911062&amp;postID=8209598848069821629&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743234646200911062/posts/default/8209598848069821629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743234646200911062/posts/default/8209598848069821629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinfern.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-dear-bangkok-what-has-happened-to.html' title='My Dear Bangkok, what has happened to you?'/><author><name>Chin Fern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08673763245092193869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEvjFdwWTjA/SbPNVcTjWYI/AAAAAAAABq0/BrUFbs_zAwg/S220/Beauty1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3376/4642523072_ee99bbe408_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743234646200911062.post-8222741537025007283</id><published>2010-05-11T23:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T14:52:54.336-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Internship'/><title type='text'>Broadband! But....</title><content type='html'>I happily went to register for a Maxis mobile broadband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My face didn’t reflect how I felt, but you don’t know how happy I was, finally getting internet from my squarish little room after a month of disconnection from the cyber world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After getting the broadband, I was so excited I decided to buy bread back home to munch on as dinner and start going online! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I seriously, can’t wait! My journey back home doesn’t seem to be any shorter. I want to reach home quick and go online RIGHT AWAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I plug in and took a deep breath and pray hard there would be strong coverage from home. I signed up before for my home in Penang, and it was really slow especially since my house is on a higher-ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chinfern/4604486485/" title="SDC18466a by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1078/4604486485_17b06bf4b3.jpg" width="425" height="305" alt="SDC18466a" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But so much to my dismay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried and tried and the connection seemed to be running only on EDGE! CAN U BELIEVE IT? EDGE! AT THIS ERA, INTERNET CONNECTION THAT RUNS ON EDGE ON A COMPUTER CAN COMMIT SUICIDE ALRDY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Webpage won’t load. Msn won’t sign in. The line keep getting disconnected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I call the help centre, followed the instructions, and the problems still persist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like seriously? Give me a break!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so angry I gave a few punch on my poor thigh. Hahahaha. Self-torture funny shit. I even wanted to pull my hair already. LOL. Cos I cannot scream what, my housemates probably would think they are living with a psycho! I need to find ways to vent my anger, so I thought that’s the best and the easiest access. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I dived onto my bed angrily and then...fell asleep. I’ve been having really bad sleeping problems recently I don’t know why. I just slept in the car when I went out for interview-photoshoot task with my colleague. I slept when I was going towards the place and slept again when we were coming back. And then I came back home, it wasn’t even near bed time, I fell asleep again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Why do I have piggish syndrome. Geees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, wait. This is supposed to be a story about my Maxis mobile broadband!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I woke up, things still didn’t work. T_T so then I was typing an angry sms on my phone, typed until like 3 pages somemore. Haha. Just as I want to press the send button, I HEARD THE FAMILIAR SIGNING IN TUNE OF MSN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAN YOU IMAGINE HOW HAPPY I WAS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the browsers still won’t work la. But then again, at least something finally work right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I call the centre again. Apparently I was already connected to the High Speed network or something but it needs time to sync etc, and he said tomorrow will be a better day for my broadband! Woohoooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t wait! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/743234646200911062-8222741537025007283?l=chinfern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinfern.blogspot.com/feeds/8222741537025007283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=743234646200911062&amp;postID=8222741537025007283&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743234646200911062/posts/default/8222741537025007283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743234646200911062/posts/default/8222741537025007283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinfern.blogspot.com/2010/05/broadband-but.html' title='Broadband! But....'/><author><name>Chin Fern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08673763245092193869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEvjFdwWTjA/SbPNVcTjWYI/AAAAAAAABq0/BrUFbs_zAwg/S220/Beauty1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1078/4604486485_17b06bf4b3_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743234646200911062.post-1420119066059796814</id><published>2010-04-28T01:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T12:50:10.999-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Internship'/><title type='text'>The 4th Week</title><content type='html'>Huuu. So this is the fourth week I have been in KL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KL is actually the general term people would refer to the state Selangor la, which is geographically, incorrect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So more precisely, I’m in Petaling Jaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even more precisely, I stay/work/eat/run/play/sleep/sing/wake up at the city called Bandar Utama. When I moved in here, I knew from the landlord that he himself doesn’t provide internet at the house I am staying, but the other housemates do subscribe their own internet, so I was thinking maybe I can share!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah! So happy I won’t have to live without internet! Because when I am at home, literally, I would be online all the time. Even if I’m pooing I will live my internet on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, maybe I should actually use other examples than pooing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then yes, so how can I lead a balanced lifestyle, when my highly dependent element is not there right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT I SURVIVED IT! To almost a month already! How miraculous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was of course hard, for such a big switch in life. Hahaha. Also, especially when your company’s internet is as slow as the tortoise competing in The Rabbit and The Tortoise fairytale that were told to us when we were young, the one where the tortoise won the race over the rabbit at the end and the one where the moral of the story is to ask you to be humble and should not be a snobbish little kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You remember that story? Haha. So ya, is that slow tortoise kinda internet. Sigh. It sometimes even got disconnected half way through surfing. Just like how the rabbit in the story would fell asleep by a shady tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can’t even stalk people on facebook properly anymore. I mean, the photo albums just won’t load! Sometimes when I want to reply to a wall-to-wall message, I spent so much time typing an uber longggggg message, click the ‘Comment’ tab, after a while, the page suddenly went blank into a loading state for soooooo long and will never come back to the original page, and poooof, there goes your uber longgggg message. Super frustrating can!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then I realize the only way for me to online, is to go to the eateries outlet in the mall that has wifi. But before that, I found out that the entire 1 Utama is wifi-enable! YEAYNESS cos it means free internet for me! Hehe. Don’t have to pay for some overprice coffee to get online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, forgot to mention, my house is walking distance to 1U, while my work place is just beside 1U. Hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, back to the wifi-enabled 1 Utama. While I feel utter happiness with this god-given facility, I also found out this wifi-enabled BLOODY CANNOT LET YOU GO ON FACEBOOK AND CONNECT TO MSN MESSENGER! LIKE SERIOUS SHIT. Those two are like my must-have when I go online! Like how a good tomyam should taste spicy and sour at the same time! Stupid shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I guess the cheapskate way never really work. No matter what, you have to pay some overprice coffee or food to get access to your internet. OH WELL! That also explains why I cannot update my blog although I am supposed to have a lot of free time at home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first reached here, I really couldn’t get use to living alone. I always thought I can handle this. I always thought that I’m that awesome-posome strong unbeatable Miss Independent that can do every single thing on my own. I can go places by myself, do things by myself, spending most of the time by myself and etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chinfern/4604992216/" title="P1100744a by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3389/4604992216_36649b1089.jpg" alt="P1100744a" width="425" height="305" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repairing car. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is, hoho, I am wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rewinding back to the first morning I was here, I woke up from bed, and I felt so lost. Like shit, this is not my home. What am I supposed to do next? Then I immediately texted, Yoan, who also came here for internship to meet up. Veen Dee was too caught up with work and already had some of her plans set, so she won’t be able to make it. None of us live really near each other, so it’s not so possible to pop into each other house anytime, not when I don’t have a car to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting up Yoan takes about an hour by public transport. =S&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chinfern/4604765134/" title="SDC17788a by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1332/4604765134_3450cd5573.jpg" alt="SDC17788a" width="305" height="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Yoan! Makan@Petaling Street&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I realize, how much different it feels to be away from home living on your own. Now I really understand how Yoan, who’s from Indonesia and Veen Dee, who’s from Alor Setar, feels when they are in Penang. Like really understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are away from home, close friends that you know, suddenly become your 2&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt; family. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal" face="georgia"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chinfern/4604151671/" title="SDC17974a by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4002/4604151671_99dc169f86.jpg" alt="SDC17974a" width="425" height="305" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ Wondermilk cupcake shop!&lt;br /&gt;Veen Dee said I looked fat in this photo. Can you even believe it? Since when she earn the right to comment that other people is fat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every night, when I reached home, there’s no one I can talk to. Haha. I’m super talkative person okay! I love to talk, besides why am I even in the communications field if I don’t! LOL. All my other housemates would shut themselves in their room, minding their own business. And I’m pretty sure talking to myself wouldn’t seem to be the best solution out of this issue. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sometimes I would choose to go home late so that I don’t have to be confined to the four dreadful corners which I yet to feel belong. Which, is also dangerous since I have a half an hour distance from my work place to my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, you didn’t hear my wrong, ‘half an hour’, is not a lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chinfern/4606552858/" title="Taking steps by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1265/4606552858_a22b41fa1b.jpg" alt="Taking steps" width="425" height="305" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t know it was such a distance when I rented this place. My landlord told me the most 20mins. T_T and I bet, he made the judgment without having tried walking to my work place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as much as I have my undying passion in running, I never really like walking. If you ask me to choose between a 30-minute run or a 20-minute walk, I swear I will run. I know you might suggest: “ eh, then run to work la.”, oh, then with my sweat and 'scent' in my work clothes for the entire day is it? Don’t forget I need to wear running shoes to run too. So that means like, erm, running shoes with formal shirt and skirt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No thanks, I don’t want to be the next ‘fashion legend’ after Lady Gaga. She can hold the title to herself, too much of a responsibility and limelight for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things were really never easy, a switch in life, and the twitch in work. Especially when it comes to work, you are often boiled down with the only option: “no choice ma, work what”. When you started working for people, you will realize a lot of times, you will have to say this sentence. Okla, maybe you will use a more proper grammar to say it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What more when you are an intern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I’m really happy that all my colleagues never discriminate or bully me. I have really awesome colleagues that are nice to the max.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when you are an intern, your job scope is an intern job scope la. That’s what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, it’s already the 4&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; week I am here. As time passes by, I’m learning and adapting to this new life of mine! I’m happier kid compared to when I first reached this stranger land of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a lot more happenings that I want to share! And if I don’t end this post here, I don’t know when will I finish this post. You read already also sien what right, like cannot finish one. So this abrupt stop might make you want to read the next post more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah. Bai.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/743234646200911062-1420119066059796814?l=chinfern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinfern.blogspot.com/feeds/1420119066059796814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=743234646200911062&amp;postID=1420119066059796814&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743234646200911062/posts/default/1420119066059796814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743234646200911062/posts/default/1420119066059796814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinfern.blogspot.com/2010/05/4th-week_12.html' title='The 4th Week'/><author><name>Chin Fern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08673763245092193869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEvjFdwWTjA/SbPNVcTjWYI/AAAAAAAABq0/BrUFbs_zAwg/S220/Beauty1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3389/4604992216_36649b1089_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743234646200911062.post-3865927690286127670</id><published>2010-04-11T01:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T01:38:58.790-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>I, Came and Left</title><content type='html'>I came back from KL for the weekend, thinking I would have time to tell you about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;how I survived internetless at home;&lt;br /&gt;how I survived having minimal or none mobile network at home (Yellowman forgot to follow me here. stupid shit.);&lt;br /&gt;how my room key break into two inside the keyhole;&lt;br /&gt;how I FINALLY START TO SLEEP EARLY EVERYDAY;&lt;br /&gt;how I have to walk half an hour everyday to work and another half, back;&lt;br /&gt;how working in a broadcasting company made me bump into local celebrities;&lt;br /&gt;AND&lt;br /&gt;how I came back actually to celebrate me birthday.&lt;br /&gt;Though mini &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(and without birthday cake)&lt;/span&gt;, but so warmth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND&lt;br /&gt;how I have to go back so soon. Like now.&lt;br /&gt;Like right after I publish this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. I love my mum. I love Penang. I am gonna love my job too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will update soon! I promise! This time around you can trust me. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/743234646200911062-3865927690286127670?l=chinfern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinfern.blogspot.com/feeds/3865927690286127670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=743234646200911062&amp;postID=3865927690286127670&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743234646200911062/posts/default/3865927690286127670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743234646200911062/posts/default/3865927690286127670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinfern.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-came-and-left.html' title='I, Came and Left'/><author><name>Chin Fern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08673763245092193869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEvjFdwWTjA/SbPNVcTjWYI/AAAAAAAABq0/BrUFbs_zAwg/S220/Beauty1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743234646200911062.post-2203454661842236997</id><published>2010-04-01T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T15:57:11.021-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beyond Routine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Internship'/><title type='text'>Packing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chinfern/4482007071/" title="SDC17779 by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2770/4482007071_27d2b993f7.jpg" alt="SDC17779" height="500" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So much to pack because it's just like moving in to a new place and need to include lots of OL clothings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank god I have a shopaholic vain mum that has lots of hardly-worn OL shirts and I don't have to only own 5 shirts which I planned to only buy and wear the same the shirts every week from Monday to Friday. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money kept barking for cuddles when my mum and I were busy packing. So I geram tak boleh tahan, I put her into my laundry basket!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chinfern/4482657524/" title="SDC17776 by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4002/4482657524_bb4b18c886.jpg" alt="SDC17776" height="500" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well! She seemed to be coping with it and enjoying it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My luggage is so huge that it looks like I will be there for 3 years instead of 3 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to decide which outfits to bring to KL cos what if I feel like wearing it and I don't have it with me? Cos I kinda put everything in. Stupid shit vain pot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I also can't decide which pair of shoes should be brought to KL cos what if my outfit can't match my shoes? So I brought a few pairs down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to train for running in KL as well because I have a race on the 18th! So sports shoes confirmed have to be down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I practically brought my whole house that belongs to me down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I realise I too crazy so I unloaded some back into my wardrobe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway my luggage size is still crazy. I won't show here later scared u to death. Hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tomorrow is the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where I leave home for the longest time ever; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;(3 months! First time! Don't laugh at me!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where I have to live independently; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;(I know a lot of you studying overseas have la, don't laugh at me again for experiencing it slower)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where I will not have the convenience of having a car;&lt;br /&gt;Where I have to be considerate not to sing out too loud; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;(Don't know how to survive this T_T)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where I don't get the luxury to eat cheap and GOOD food like in Penang;&lt;br /&gt;Where I (might not) get internet from home just like that;&lt;br /&gt;But most importantly,&lt;br /&gt;Where I won't have the warmth of having a mum beside me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chinfern/4482224025/" title="mumandi by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4032/4482224025_420edf575f.jpg" alt="mumandi" height="325" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovin' my mum mum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;(Redang teaser photo!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm gonna experience a whole new lifestyle, being in a corporate environment and being in a big busy city!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's lunch will be our farewell meal before I return to my beloved island again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Actually this weekend only la, cos MY BIRTHDAYYYYYYYY'S THIS SATURDAY OMG HINTHINTHINTHINTHINTHINTHINTHINT)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for now, I shall lift my head up high, stand tall and march towards a whole new experience that is, still, full of mystery and of course exciting! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S I really really hope I can blog about Redang, but then you can ignore this sentence cos everytime I say this, everytime it doesn't happened. So, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/743234646200911062-2203454661842236997?l=chinfern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinfern.blogspot.com/feeds/2203454661842236997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=743234646200911062&amp;postID=2203454661842236997&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743234646200911062/posts/default/2203454661842236997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743234646200911062/posts/default/2203454661842236997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinfern.blogspot.com/2010/04/packing.html' title='Packing'/><author><name>Chin Fern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08673763245092193869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEvjFdwWTjA/SbPNVcTjWYI/AAAAAAAABq0/BrUFbs_zAwg/S220/Beauty1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2770/4482007071_27d2b993f7_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743234646200911062.post-6910519070607139703</id><published>2010-03-31T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T14:42:33.133-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='live College up.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beyond Routine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Internship'/><title type='text'>Internship!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I can't believe I will be leaving in 2days time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ever since I came back from close-to-2-weeks holiday my darling doggie has been really close to me; following me wherever I go just even if it's just around the house, wanting to sit on my lap when I'm busy in fron t of my laptop, cuddly by my side when I sit on the floor, waiting by the car door after I drive into the compound; Anything just so that she can spend as much time with me and get my full attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chinfern/4482006207/" title="SDC17787a by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4057/4482006207_2877d60f39.jpg" alt="SDC17787a" height="500" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first few times she behaved like this, I thought it was just because she has missed me too much. After the continous clinging, I realise it was because she is sensing I would be away from home for some time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Some time never that long!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the past 3 weeks, I have been waiting for the call from my applied company regarding my internship status. Even when I was in Singapore, I actually brought an extra phone, top up extra, so that I can take overseas call if they so happen to call me when I was Singapore. If not, usually, I will change to a local Singapore mobile number.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But no news.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I continued my trip from Singapore to PULAU REDANG (Thumbs up-ly breathtaking!), and I was still waiting for the call.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For 2 and a half days, there were no news. Not even updates from my lecturer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Then my worries started arising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Die la. That means I will not be able do my internship in a broadcasting company that I always wanted to and that means my internship will be delayed cos I need to reapply for other companies and a lot of other gigigaga thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By then, I have already reached Kuala Terengganu's jetty where my ferry from Redang stopped me and my mum at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went vising around Kuala Terengganu (T_T and regretted a bit), then I received a call from my lecturer! I happily picked up the call and he asked me some question and then asked me to crossed my fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I did what he said. I was trying to cross my fingers in several patterns and then realised I suck at crossing fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THAT WAS SO LAME. SORRY, I APOLOGIZE. *BOWS*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so happy to receive the call and was smiling all the while even when I was waving for taxi! But then, I remember one question that my lecturer asked me in the phone that made me want to hide myself in a hole by what I answered him when I recalled back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asked me: "How do you rate your Mandrin proficiency from 1 to 10?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without giving too much thought, I confidently answered: "8/10"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then now that I think back, haha, what shit, since when is my Mandrin is at such excellence! Even if I thick-skinnly rate myself a 7/10 is  quite considered as overrated! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, 我的华语的确没有差到那里！=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So fast forward all other grandmotherly stories, I GOT MY INTERNSHIP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a hot sunny day, I went to eat hokkien mee at Gurney Drive with a new hair styling &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(show you later!)&lt;/span&gt; I discovered, I received THE CALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the super longggggggggggggggggggggg awaited call! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From NTV 7! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who asked me to report myself 9am on 5th of April at HR Department in NTV 7, without even an interview!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woopeewaapa. (Newly invented exclamation!) (Lame rightt)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yes, NTV 7,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chinfern/4482707446/" title="ntv7 by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4010/4482707446_e504ef410c_o.jpg" alt="ntv7" height="186" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I come! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait, looking forward!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, the new hair styling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chinfern/4482700358/" title="SDC17770a by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2725/4482700358_187f7bcbca.jpg" alt="SDC17770a" height="325" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOT BAD RIGHTT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I tell you how i discovered this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually I never really style my hair, even for dinners or performances. I would usually let loose my hair, or not, a pony tail, or not, a messy bun; 3 types, that's it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, on a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;hot&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;sunny&lt;/span&gt; day (Penang's weather is getting so unbearable), I was done with bathing, dressing up and make-up and wanting to put on my contact lenses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hair was still messy and uncombed, so I decided to clip them up so that it won't get on my way when I wear my contact lenses. I wore on my contact lenses and looked myself into the mirror, and poooooooof, EH WHY GOT THIS PRETTY GIRL IN FRONT OF ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. So, I decided I should wear this newly discovered hairstyle out on that day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chinfern/4482050983/" title="SDC17769a by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4064/4482050983_226d4773c8.jpg" alt="SDC17769a" height="325" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easy-peasy-messy-hair-turned-pretty Messy Look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only use ONE hair clip for the entire hair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a haircut today for internship. It looks neat and STILL VERY PRETTY now and I actually look quite the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the fact that it is neat,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this hair style has became N/A. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/743234646200911062-6910519070607139703?l=chinfern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinfern.blogspot.com/feeds/6910519070607139703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=743234646200911062&amp;postID=6910519070607139703&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743234646200911062/posts/default/6910519070607139703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743234646200911062/posts/default/6910519070607139703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinfern.blogspot.com/2010/03/internship.html' title='Internship!'/><author><name>Chin Fern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08673763245092193869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEvjFdwWTjA/SbPNVcTjWYI/AAAAAAAABq0/BrUFbs_zAwg/S220/Beauty1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4057/4482006207_2877d60f39_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743234646200911062.post-6304332378002127228</id><published>2010-03-26T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T08:04:03.289-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shout out'/><title type='text'>weedeedeedoop</title><content type='html'>Soooooooooooo many things happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished my diploma, I pulled-my-hair about issues concerning my studies, I worried about my internship, I decided to not think about it anymore, then I went to Singapore, I attended seminar (again), I went to Redang, I was terrified by the fishes, I become Miss Tan (as in dark skin that kind of tan, not my surname Tan), I very sien in Kuala Terengganu, and I finally came back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to this lovely island of mine. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so gonna update my blog later tonight! (Hopefully)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See uu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks so so so so much for still coming back here! This goes specifically to Manson, 感激不尽！;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You didn't expect this, did you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/743234646200911062-6304332378002127228?l=chinfern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinfern.blogspot.com/feeds/6304332378002127228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=743234646200911062&amp;postID=6304332378002127228&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743234646200911062/posts/default/6304332378002127228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743234646200911062/posts/default/6304332378002127228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinfern.blogspot.com/2010/03/weedeedeedoop.html' title='weedeedeedoop'/><author><name>Chin Fern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08673763245092193869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEvjFdwWTjA/SbPNVcTjWYI/AAAAAAAABq0/BrUFbs_zAwg/S220/Beauty1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743234646200911062.post-8761840403022309657</id><published>2010-03-08T08:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T09:55:07.880-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Some Daily Stuff'/><title type='text'>Shortie</title><content type='html'>Short update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at education fair last weekend, helping my college with their broadcasting booth. Had to stand long hours for it, didn't know why I agreed to help initially. Yugen and Christopher, who were also there on-duty, also couldn't figured why they said yes to this task.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aching legs aside, we get to keep grabbing food and drinks from every other Culinary Arts department from different colleges. There's just one right in front of the place where I'm in charged that served cakes and hot chocolate drinks. My college's had different food from time to time, we went self-indulging every time when they had new menu! The best one was Salmon Bruschetta; there was one oyster inside too. yums!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there's a free portrait drawing service by the art and design department from my college. So I went to ask for one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chinfern/4416891663/" title="SDC16811 by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4026/4416891663_cfe3aacc76.jpg" alt="SDC16811" width="425" height="315" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I DIDN'T EVEN KNOW I LOOK LIKE THAT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since when my hair becomes short? He even drew my eyebags for me. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, it's free and I don't think the college paid them to come here. Shouldn't expect much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, till here. Supposed to be short update. Haha. I don't know what post will come up next, just visit then you will know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/743234646200911062-8761840403022309657?l=chinfern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinfern.blogspot.com/feeds/8761840403022309657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=743234646200911062&amp;postID=8761840403022309657&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743234646200911062/posts/default/8761840403022309657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743234646200911062/posts/default/8761840403022309657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinfern.blogspot.com/2010/03/shortie.html' title='Shortie'/><author><name>Chin Fern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08673763245092193869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEvjFdwWTjA/SbPNVcTjWYI/AAAAAAAABq0/BrUFbs_zAwg/S220/Beauty1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4026/4416891663_cfe3aacc76_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743234646200911062.post-3637548586488398614</id><published>2010-02-16T12:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T11:55:59.250-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About Being Vain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Awesome Family'/><title type='text'>Zheng Yue Chu Yi</title><content type='html'>正月初一！ Dong Dong Chiang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Nola. Wasn't that fun and excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh it means, first day of Chinese New Year if you don't read chinese. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Chinese New Year this year felt different. It's such a distance away from how I felt when I celebrated Chinese New Year so hectically when we were all younger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like how we used to be so Busy:&lt;br /&gt;-visiting&lt;br /&gt;-picking the best cookies in the rounded spinning tray&lt;br /&gt;-drinking packets and packets of Chrysanthemum drink&lt;br /&gt;-taking angpows&lt;br /&gt;-eating steamboat&lt;br /&gt;-peeling the tangerin oranges&lt;br /&gt;-playing fire crackers&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, busy getting fatter each and everyday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these somehow slipped away. Sigh. I was eagerly waiting for Chinese New Year to arrive, to wear my new year dress but ended up got me having a boring 正月初一.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad wasn't around to celebrate together due to work. So CNY 2010 was really different without having a handsome Daddy to see the first thing in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put on a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;red hot chilli pepper&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;dress on 正月初一 but I didn't get to show off my awesome dress to a lot of people. In the morning, a few relatives came but aiya, good things need to let more people see. So let me show off to you hereee. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chinfern/4372852179/" title="SDC16615a by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2771/4372852179_16a40fca31.jpg" alt="SDC16615a" width="375" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;THERE! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red dress on the first day of Chinese New Year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Purposely put the pink flowers there to make in more CNY-ish. Hahahahahahaha. Lame shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heels are damm awesome. But they made my feet wanna scream every step I take. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh. Show you my makeup too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chinfern/4373287518/" title="SDC16544 by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4054/4373287518_e6ee171a10.jpg" alt="SDC16544" width="425" height="315" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Actually not much make-up. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to show you how exaggerated I look in my dramatic eyelashes that I purposely bought to look funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't usually wear falsies, not even for my performance. The last time I wore was for, hmmm, Halloween. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I kinda regret wearing it cos I actually like the dramatic eyelashes look. Die liao. That means I would wear it more often than I would expect myself to. Geees. I officially announce fake eyelashes as my addictive new friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My poker card earrings is awesome rightt. Bought it from Bangkok! Wore it so that I can win in my chinese new year gambling session. (didn't exactly work though =S)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, me and mum stayed at home for whole day except for dinner, while sis and her boyfriend went out to celebrate Valentine. Sigh. Super sien okay. Keep watching the Taiwan CNY Game Show filmed on 2008 only. (My house is Astro-less)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sien that I decided to camwhore with mummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chinfern/4373286368/" title="SDC16548a by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2786/4373286368_603679fda3.jpg" alt="SDC16548a" width="425" height="315" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took super a lot of shots. Only this one turned out right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Fast forward to dinner at night. (Unless you want to know the content of the Taiwan CNY Game Show 2008. hahaha.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't expect to get good food during CNY. We stopped by at a hawker place that we've never been to and fill our stomach with whatever food that doesn't require long waiting time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place was packed. We still had to wait a bit for our food, so I used the time to camwhore a bit again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chinfern/4373289892/" title="SDC16553 by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4018/4373289892_0147923870.jpg" alt="SDC16553" width="425" height="325" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The two human beings on the left laughing happily cos they are holding some lottery ticket and were saying some prosperous words so that they will strike the number on the next draw date. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chinfern/4372535613/" title="SDC16560 by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4003/4372535613_72f50656c7.jpg" alt="SDC16560" width="375" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mirror at hawker place!&lt;br /&gt;Sissty and mee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My smile damm slutty. Must be because of the eyelashes. Or the hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After dinner we got back home and did some part in polluting the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, but what is CNY without some fire crackers! Hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chinfern/4372989291/" title="SDC16573 by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4008/4372989291_6ee7e84f32.jpg" alt="SDC16573" width="425" height="315" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually didn't really pollute the air la. I'm a Go-Green person, is just that I'm wearing Red on that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry. Too lame. I know. :DDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spend most of the time playing the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;flaming sticks&lt;/span&gt; only. Okay, actually I don't know what are they called.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Flaming sticks&lt;/span&gt;, is just because it sounds a bit cooler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How nostalgic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chinfern/4372987967/" title="SDC16572a by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4039/4372987967_bb067aab10.jpg" alt="SDC16572a" width="425" height="195" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Both of us used to be big fan of this flaming sticks when we were still little kids, running round and about not knowing how big this world is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We would wave the sticks around and I will sing some tune to the swaying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember I barely had hair on my head at time. I looked funny and people would mistaken me as a boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. Cute lil' girlish boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those were the days! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chinfern/4373745638/" title="SDC16574 by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4018/4373745638_9bbcd17950.jpg" alt="SDC16574" width="425" height="315" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I think I was singing to that tune I sang when I was a little kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chinfern/4373746830/" title="SDC16576 by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4045/4373746830_c796ba447b.jpg" alt="SDC16576" width="425" height="315" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;三大美女&lt;br /&gt;Love this pic! ;) My dog so cute, you see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chinfern/4372852155/" title="SDC16582 by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4008/4372852155_a9b84226b7.jpg" alt="SDC16582" width="425" height="315" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Valentine's Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They love this photo to bits. Hohoh. Faster thank me la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chinfern/4373290122/" title="SDC16567a by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4032/4373290122_b39951570f.jpg" alt="SDC16567a" width="375" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sis's Valentine flower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also want. =( Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chinfern/4373747114/" title="SDC16584a by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4034/4373747114_9a332b06b6.jpg" alt="SDC16584a" width="425" height="315" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pop-Pop pao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me you have never played this before, I will laugh at you. ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Even if you really never play before, just don't tell me. Cos I don't know how long I will laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chinfern/4372993813/" title="SDC16601 by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4040/4372993813_feb9f85fd0.jpg" alt="SDC16601" width="425" height="315" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and lovely Money!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Chinese New Year to you! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still a week more to go before you call it an end, enjoy while you can!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/743234646200911062-3637548586488398614?l=chinfern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinfern.blogspot.com/feeds/3637548586488398614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=743234646200911062&amp;postID=3637548586488398614&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743234646200911062/posts/default/3637548586488398614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743234646200911062/posts/default/3637548586488398614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinfern.blogspot.com/2010/02/zheng-yue-chu-yi.html' title='Zheng Yue Chu Yi'/><author><name>Chin Fern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08673763245092193869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEvjFdwWTjA/SbPNVcTjWYI/AAAAAAAABq0/BrUFbs_zAwg/S220/Beauty1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2771/4372852179_16a40fca31_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743234646200911062.post-8563056657775906957</id><published>2010-02-16T12:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T12:30:44.244-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>Happee See-Ann-Why</title><content type='html'>Forgot to wish Happy Dong Dong Chiang to you! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gong Xi Fa Chai | Gong Hei Fatt Choi | Keong Hee Huat Chai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which ever that sounds more familiar and warmth to you! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like Gong Hei Fatt Choi more but here in Penang is usually Keong Hee Huat Chai one! But don't care la, as long as it wishes me more prosperity, enough. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updates on what I wore for Chinese New Year up next! I want to show off to you my beautiful clothes since I didn't really get to parade my clothes outside this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese New Year has changed. I hope it can go back feeling as hot and as warmth as how the scorching sun is outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walao. Sweat non-stop in my beautiful new year clothes okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaaaa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/743234646200911062-8563056657775906957?l=chinfern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinfern.blogspot.com/feeds/8563056657775906957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=743234646200911062&amp;postID=8563056657775906957&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743234646200911062/posts/default/8563056657775906957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743234646200911062/posts/default/8563056657775906957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinfern.blogspot.com/2010/02/happee-see-ann-why.html' title='Happee See-Ann-Why'/><author><name>Chin Fern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08673763245092193869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEvjFdwWTjA/SbPNVcTjWYI/AAAAAAAABq0/BrUFbs_zAwg/S220/Beauty1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743234646200911062.post-1397256542719132846</id><published>2010-02-10T12:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T00:24:07.412-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Singing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Competitions'/><title type='text'>Click Play!</title><content type='html'>Yeah you really should! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/d29bKDog4MM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/d29bKDog4MM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;美丽笨女人 by Coco Lee&lt;br /&gt;Cover by meeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snippets of the competition while you wait for the awesome video to load. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rehersals. Before the night starts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chinfern/4363227460/" title="IMG_0161 by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4049/4363227460_0719e5db51.jpg" alt="IMG_0161" width="425" height="325" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chinfern/4362483275/" title="IMG_0177 by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2768/4362483275_44dc4ca9c0.jpg" alt="IMG_0177" width="333" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Afternoon rehersals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chinfern/4363226116/" title="IMG_0202 by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4009/4363226116_4bf95a8e5e.jpg" alt="IMG_0202" width="425" height="305" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Awesome singer from my college!&lt;br /&gt;1st runner up of the competition too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chinfern/4360429342/" title="IMG_0272 by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4052/4360429342_9f7b7f45ea.jpg" alt="IMG_0272" width="425" height="305" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Stage Prep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chinfern/4362485911/" title="IMG_0285 by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4068/4362485911_59c614195e.jpg" alt="IMG_0285" width="333" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last bit for the eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chinfern/4362488465/" title="IMG_0288 by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2780/4362488465_033a28d687.jpg" alt="IMG_0288" width="333" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My new found friend, Esther!&lt;br /&gt;2nd runner-up. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When the long awaited night commences.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chinfern/4362487527/" title="IMG_0245 by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2707/4362487527_7b1d75c30f.jpg" alt="IMG_0245" width="425" height="305" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chinfern/4362489349/" title="IMG_0307 by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2753/4362489349_2027821c54.jpg" alt="IMG_0307" width="425" height="305" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;introduction of contestants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chinfern/4362489833/" title="IMG_0530 by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2742/4362489833_65bb46fd48.jpg" alt="IMG_0530" width="333" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonderful performance of the song 卡门&lt;br /&gt;Winner of the competition yo! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chinfern/4362577931/" title="IMG_0723 by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4021/4362577931_38d8ee8a61.jpg" alt="IMG_0723" width="425" height="305" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vic Teo&lt;br /&gt;Malaysian Idol Season 1 2nd runner up.&lt;br /&gt;Head of judge of the competition. (I think)&lt;br /&gt;And, I like this Doraemon backside tee! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chinfern/4363323432/" title="IMG_0781 by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4055/4363323432_6ea5243777.jpg" alt="IMG_0781" width="425" height="305" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prize giving ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;Geees. I am blocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chinfern/4362579005/" title="IMG_0790 by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2690/4362579005_e4109258a8.jpg" alt="IMG_0790" width="425" height="315" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, End of the night.&lt;br /&gt;PHEWWWW! Cos my heels were really killing me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Cameraman happy also cos finally can rest! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All photo and video credits to Nicholas, who came all the way from Singapore to picture down this event for me! Hah. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks a tonnes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, now you can scroll back to watch my awesome video already. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/743234646200911062-1397256542719132846?l=chinfern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinfern.blogspot.com/feeds/1397256542719132846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=743234646200911062&amp;postID=1397256542719132846&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743234646200911062/posts/default/1397256542719132846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743234646200911062/posts/default/1397256542719132846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinfern.blogspot.com/2010/02/click-play.html' title='Click Play!'/><author><name>Chin Fern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08673763245092193869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEvjFdwWTjA/SbPNVcTjWYI/AAAAAAAABq0/BrUFbs_zAwg/S220/Beauty1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4049/4363227460_0719e5db51_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743234646200911062.post-4109276678764255332</id><published>2010-02-04T08:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T02:24:41.941-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Singing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Competitions'/><title type='text'>The result</title><content type='html'>Hoho. When you see there's no exhilarated status updates in facebook or an excited short update here, you kinda can guess I actually didn't win the competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chinfern/4353413184/" title="IMG_0309 by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2716/4353413184_cc67e189ce.jpg" alt="IMG_0309" height="305" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I really didn't win. Not even a bloody Top 6 which I aimed for. But the performance on stage that night was one of the rare few times that I felt really satisfied with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chinfern/4352667003/" title="IMG_0310 by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4006/4352667003_9caa36d713.jpg" alt="IMG_0310" height="305" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To a lot of performers, that's what you want to achieve on stage, the rather hard-earned self-satisfaction. But to a contestant, things might not just be that simple. The fact that we need to impress the judges, kept knocking our door, reminding us now and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sometimes, 'just be yourself' is easier said then done, especially when you want to win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chinfern/4352665721/" title="IMG_0784 by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2784/4352665721_db19573e5d.jpg" alt="IMG_0784" height="305" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really, I do not fancy the cliche people would tell me: Aiya, results doesn't matter as long as you did your best. Plus it's for the experience rightt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chinfern/4360323016/" title="IMG_0328 by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2774/4360323016_a36d8d7c48.jpg" alt="IMG_0328" height="295" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Rightt. I know. I have a lot of this kind of experience already. So now actually I'm making use of my experience to try to win this competition, but oh well, sighh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean I know I did my best I could, and DUH, I do expect something in return for something that I poured my heart and soul into. The results DOES MATTER to me. I want to win. At least at that moment of time during the announcement of results or even after that, it still does matter to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chinfern/4359584905/" title="IMG_0332 by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2783/4359584905_367c20d2a7.jpg" alt="IMG_0332" height="500" width="333" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But maybe next day, the results really doesn't matter to me anymore la. Like seriously, do I really have to stop singing just because 3 PERSON think that I'm not the one to win this competition? You must be kidding me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Jay Chou took in all the criticism and insults and sulked with it, during his younger years, today you won't even know who's Jay Chou. Someone else would be the top earning singer in Taiwan today and nobody will scream hysterically to the name &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'zhou jie lun'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, not my first time losing. When I was younger, I used to cry and wail badly about my losses in a competition, especially when it comes to singing and short distance running competition. But, I have grown out of it now. It's when you accept the defeat, that you leap to the next stage in life. From a crying baby, the young lady has smile and confide herself about her defeats and certainly, her wins too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chinfern/4360320938/" title="IMG_0317 by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4019/4360320938_38dc8c96bd.jpg" alt="IMG_0317" height="305" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;If it is not for all my defeats and failures, I would not have sung like how I would today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My feelings and thoughts aside, the next best thing that happen was a lot of my family and friends went over to support me! One even came all the way from Singapore! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, can spot your name here:&lt;br /&gt;mum, sis + bf, nicholas, jelly, hui theng, shi-lir-ang, esTee, aaron, aunty chooiphung, ghee, yeoh, tiger, choon + wifey, xiao di, ken, seng and other people in the floor that think that I'm actually good! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also the some other sms and facebook good luck wishes and care! Really appreciate them! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it's not for you people who believe in me, I would not have the strength to pick up myself during the times when I faltered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chinfern/4352665149/" title="IMG_0181 by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2798/4352665149_cd49dfb1ce.jpg" alt="IMG_0181" height="500" width="333" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;during rehersals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;awesome photo by Nicholas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gazillion thanks. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/743234646200911062-4109276678764255332?l=chinfern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinfern.blogspot.com/feeds/4109276678764255332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=743234646200911062&amp;postID=4109276678764255332&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743234646200911062/posts/default/4109276678764255332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743234646200911062/posts/default/4109276678764255332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinfern.blogspot.com/2010/02/result.html' title='The result'/><author><name>Chin Fern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08673763245092193869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEvjFdwWTjA/SbPNVcTjWYI/AAAAAAAABq0/BrUFbs_zAwg/S220/Beauty1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2716/4353413184_cc67e189ce_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743234646200911062.post-3700383718028112260</id><published>2010-02-01T09:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T12:11:18.625-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><title type='text'>If you like music played LIVE</title><content type='html'>then you are in for a treat! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you put a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;\m/&lt;/span&gt; rocker sign when it comes to local bands (like me!), you are in for even a better treat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you couldn't resist shrieking like a crazy fan when it comes Estranged &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(!!!!)&lt;/span&gt;, BitterSweet and PureVibracion, then you must not miss this event this coming Saturday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mystudioc.com/"&gt;StudioC&lt;/a&gt; is bringing you an awesome line-up of The Live Side of Music by the 3 bands of different music genre at Sixty9ine (Beside Holiday Inn) Batu Ferringi, Penang on the 6th of Feb, which is this Saturday! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chinfern/4327707815/" title="19063_1313279066163_1056242482_969696_7700328_n by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2761/4327707815_aff4c7383b_o.jpg" alt="19063_1313279066163_1056242482_969696_7700328_n" width="425" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, Estranged is coming! The band that sang that very nice 'Itu Kamu' song! Don't tell me you don't know man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chinfern/4328441182/" title="artist_est by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2719/4328441182_e82c9da9d2_o.jpg" alt="artist_est" width="210" height="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I know this photo is mini, but it's too cute a photo not to put up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I swear they are one of the best bands in Malaysia! Google and look at the awards that have bagged these years, you will get why I say they are one of the best. Plus the song 'Itu Kamu' is awesome! I never like rock music, but that song, very double thumbs-up inducing. Haha. Beautiful lyrics too! Okla, if you really never heard of that song, &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/estrangedinfo"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Out of the 7 locations of the lined-up gigs by Studio C, Penang is the only place that they are gonna perform. So grab the chance to hear them live!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chinfern/4328441416/" title="estranged001_std by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4024/4328441416_42c5ff4993_o.jpg" alt="estranged001_std" width="425" height="305" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, girls, check out the drummer, Andy, (most left) when you at that event too! *shys* Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chinfern/4328588374/" title="bittersweet-large_std by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4032/4328588374_8d915672be_o.jpg" alt="bittersweet-large_std" width="377" height="390" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bittersweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like their band name. It's like so indecisive, don't know to decide whether it is bitter, or it is sweet; a bit like, hmmmm, sighh, me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I enjoy being indecisive, for example simple daily things like not knowing what you want to wear today, or where to eat for lunch, or whether to finish your plate of food in front of you, can sometimes be a big headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I personally think Bittersweet's music sounds just like what their name suggests. They sound a bit sad but then the beats and rhythm that accompanied the melody is so bouncy and cute and makes you wanna move your body along with the supposedly sad song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed some indecisive bunch. Anyway, check out their &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/bittersweet"&gt;myspace&lt;/a&gt; page to get how indecisive music sound like. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think alternative rock/pop rock/whatever kind of rock don't float in your boat, stay on cause you still have &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/purevibracion"&gt;PureVibracion&lt;/a&gt; to bring you some easy-listening Raggae music!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Think dread locks, think GreenYellowRed &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[I don't mean traffic light]&lt;/span&gt;, think Bob Marley)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chinfern/4328587814/" title="backgroundatasnew by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2678/4328587814_7ea98153ae.jpg" alt="backgroundatasnew" width="425" height="305" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Frankly, I have never heard of them before I got to know about this event, but thanks to almighty god Google, I found their myspace page and the songs they have are really fun and cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so easy-listening and relaxing that you wish you could sing and perform together with them on stage! Hmmm..or maybe that's just how I felt. Haha. Whatever shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, really good Raggae music. They have some Malay Raggae hits too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, this 3 awesome-posume bands! You can visit their page and stream their songs for hundreds and thousands times, but nothing beats hearing them live!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait, shit. I just remembered I will be away at Singapore this weekend. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's means I have to miss this. Sigh. Eat shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all time, this time. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT you can still go! Actually, &lt;a href="http://jazzadasponsorship.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jazzada&lt;/a&gt; is giving out 50 free passes to this awesome event, and supposingly, you have to blog to get the tickets one loh. But then since she has asked me to help her blog about this although I can't make it, I have done your job for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you just have to make up your mind to go! Email them at jazz@jazzada.com to get your free passes! Include your full name, telephone number and blog link. (Give them my blog link laa) Or visit their &lt;a href="http://jazzadasponsorship.blogspot.com/"&gt;page&lt;/a&gt; for more details. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So make sure you be there to catch all these awesome local bands! Cintailah product buatan Malaysia, I bet these bands worth your support. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget to tell you. Gig starts at 7pm till 11pm; NO COVER CHARGE (wweet-weet), but strictly only human beings 18 and above are allowed to enter the place as Sixty9ine is a beach bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reckon it would be an awesome night of music rendezvous, so YOU MUST GO! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/743234646200911062-3700383718028112260?l=chinfern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinfern.blogspot.com/feeds/3700383718028112260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=743234646200911062&amp;postID=3700383718028112260&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743234646200911062/posts/default/3700383718028112260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743234646200911062/posts/default/3700383718028112260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinfern.blogspot.com/2010/02/if-you-like-music-played-live.html' title='If you like music played LIVE'/><author><name>Chin Fern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08673763245092193869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEvjFdwWTjA/SbPNVcTjWYI/AAAAAAAABq0/BrUFbs_zAwg/S220/Beauty1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2678/4328587814_7ea98153ae_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743234646200911062.post-6726479487647748254</id><published>2010-01-28T10:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T12:04:53.195-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Singing'/><title type='text'>In a day's time</title><content type='html'>Peeps, check this out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chinfern/4311356153/" title="cansaizhe 1234 by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4069/4311356153_ce9bee1ca4.jpg" alt="cansaizhe 1234" width="354" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think no.1 girl, erm, kinda look pretty erm, familiar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway, back to me talking. Yes, the girl IS ME. Hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of the reason why I have been busy. So not just because of facebook, blogshops, msn, facebook, blogshops, msn. Okay, why am I still repeating it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you guess what kinda thing am I in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think you can. Anyway, this is a smiling competition. The one who has the widest and the nicest smile will win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoho. Based on the poster above, obviously I am winning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the rest too. Fellow smiley ambassadors from different colleges and unis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chinfern/4311387961/" title="cansaizhe5678 by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4068/4311387961_2e2f5c1a82.jpg" alt="cansaizhe5678" width="354" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chinfern/4311388261/" title="cansaizhe9101112 by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2735/4311388261_73498c677e.jpg" alt="cansaizhe9101112" width="354" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chinfern/4312125414/" title="cansaizhe13141516 by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4025/4312125414_a34b0b07ac.jpg" alt="cansaizhe13141516" width="354" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the photo of no.13 - no. 16.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Fine. It's actually a inter-uni singing competition organised by USM. These are the 16 finalists, who have gone through audition selection round, semi-finals and now, the finals. From the 120 participants, 43 were shortlisted for semi-finals and out of the lot, presenting you the 16 amazing voices!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously not praising myself, but I am glad I am one of them! Cannot be more thankful then ever to reach this stage. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all the ordeal of choose the 'winning' song moments, which includes major www.youtube.com-ing, phone calls and learning new songs. Then followed by the Pick the Best Outfit game. Thinking what to wear out is already a headache, sometimes even happens when I go for my running routine, now I have the pick something to wear on stage? Double sighs. Probably will kill quarter of my brain cells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, everything is on place now.&lt;br /&gt;Songs list. -Checked&lt;br /&gt;Outfit - Checked.&lt;br /&gt;Pretty heels - Checked.&lt;br /&gt;Voice - Checked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Whatever shit. The voice part is to make the list looks longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, final is finally this saturday (tomorrow), I am excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to wear my dress and my heels out to parade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, supposed to be can't wait to sing on stage! But Oh well, I can't wait for both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M REALLY EXCITED. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish my best of luck, peeps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/743234646200911062-6726479487647748254?l=chinfern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinfern.blogspot.com/feeds/6726479487647748254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=743234646200911062&amp;postID=6726479487647748254&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743234646200911062/posts/default/6726479487647748254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743234646200911062/posts/default/6726479487647748254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinfern.blogspot.com/2010/01/in-days-time.html' title='In a day&apos;s time'/><author><name>Chin Fern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08673763245092193869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEvjFdwWTjA/SbPNVcTjWYI/AAAAAAAABq0/BrUFbs_zAwg/S220/Beauty1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4069/4311356153_ce9bee1ca4_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743234646200911062.post-9054697518750057481</id><published>2010-01-26T08:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T05:25:27.767-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>Gotcha</title><content type='html'>You must have expected this page hasn't been updated when you drop by once again for the umpteenth times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got it wrong! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally updated this abandoned piece of land. Hmmm..Not exactly a piece of land, but oh well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you are concerned enough, you must have had wondered what/where/how/who/when have I been after my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gigigaga&lt;/span&gt; post right below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been good! So many things have happened! Yet, my blog is so silent. I'm sitting here trying to look for the sense of guilt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have been wanting to write for many many times, but I was also demotivated (and distracted) for that many many times. Blame facebook, blogshops, msn, facebook, blogshops, msn. Hmmm. Why am I repeating them. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past week has been an eye-opener for me, to see the true colour of people, to see the doubled faces some friends have and to look into myself for new discovery!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People can be so the awww-what-will-happen-to-me-if-I-hadn't-had-know-you kinda friend and at the same time, they can be what-a-bitch kinda friend. I am surprised I had not detacted it all along the way. Too brilliant of an Oscar actor I believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really a god-made opportunity of how I would see their true colour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I hadn't had said the a wrong thing at the wrong time to my close friend, if we hadn't had a cold war, if I hadn't had said another wrong thing to my another close friend, &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Sigh. I know right. Seal up my mouth up man)&lt;/span&gt;, I wouldn't had sat there and hear what the Oscar actors and actresses have to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting conversation. I can see that they are putting in every effort, so that me and my first-cold-war-close-friend would not patch up and we'll not gel as well as we do now. Laughing hard inside myself, I think they are pretty silly to think that our friendship is actually, that shallow. It's funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whilst hearing what they have to say, I was telling myself at the back of my head, how glad I am not having to hop around to find groups to fit myself in because I felt belong in every groups of friends that I am in. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although collision and friction, sometimes happens. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm. At this point of writing, I realise that I have actually no emotions towards what they have done, besides feeling funny. But feeling funny is pretty much an emotion, haha, anyway! I want to stop writing about them already, sien. Haha. The entire story is pretty much like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after this I will blog about happy things already. (Maybe about my Bangkok trip! Bare in mind that, I'm not promising you anything okay, just in case I didn't blog about it again. hahaha.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give you a present for still being a reader of this blog. I really appreciate you clicking back to this page although you kinda know that it would still be the dusty &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gigigaga&lt;/span&gt; post. I proved you wrong this time! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, your present!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chinfern/4306652749/" title="Picture0007-tile by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4044/4306652749_6ff8722fa0.jpg" alt="Picture0007-tile" width="425" height="405" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just like what a lot of other girls would do when it comes to webcam!&lt;br /&gt;(Oh, I love my set of teeth if you still don't know =D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I actually can't believe I just gave you THAT as present. Gaaaaaa. Now I felt silly. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Shys*Hides*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After composing this whole post, I felt a great sense of self-satisfaction. It's been longgggggggggggggg since I felt the joy of writing, or putting down thoughts into words, even though I might not have an ocean of words to properly form them in alphabelts, and also in a very messy form of content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I will improve!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I think I should really write more, especially, blog more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If that's a happy news for you. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/743234646200911062-9054697518750057481?l=chinfern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinfern.blogspot.com/feeds/9054697518750057481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=743234646200911062&amp;postID=9054697518750057481&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743234646200911062/posts/default/9054697518750057481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743234646200911062/posts/default/9054697518750057481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinfern.blogspot.com/2010/01/gotcha.html' title='Gotcha'/><author><name>Chin Fern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08673763245092193869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEvjFdwWTjA/SbPNVcTjWYI/AAAAAAAABq0/BrUFbs_zAwg/S220/Beauty1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4044/4306652749_6ff8722fa0_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743234646200911062.post-3109578082845242387</id><published>2009-12-09T09:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T18:17:28.281-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Some Daily Stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='G-Clique'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shout out'/><title type='text'>gigigaga (This title has totally no meaning. TQ.)</title><content type='html'>I'm really tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been sleeping in at wee hours of the days for the past 3 weeks. Wee means like 4am or 5am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I'm doing junk things, like surfing blogshops and reading other people's blog. I didn't mean the sites are junk, but reading people's blog and surfing blogshops can wait till tomorrow, can't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! And that bloody hell life-taker, most evil sources of all http://www.facebook.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walao. Hate it. Hands-down if you think you have no-life when you log on to facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? Everybody also hands-down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will&lt;br /&gt;1. Check out people's photos.&lt;br /&gt;2. Check out your favourite guy's photos.&lt;br /&gt;3. How that funny girl upload all the japanese-taiwan-act-cute-kawaii pose and tonnes of guys with funny facebook names comment "prettie~!" on it.&lt;br /&gt;4. Click to see the profile of some guy's girlfriend or some girl's boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;5. Click on the photo albums of the girl from your high school who used to look funny and now FUYOH more beautiful than you are. damm it.&lt;br /&gt;6. Hot chic model-friend photos.&lt;br /&gt;7. Check out your favourite guy's photos AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;8. Play funny games that makes you no life.&lt;br /&gt;9. Silently laughing at people who humiliate themselves through their status.&lt;br /&gt;10. Check out your favourite guy's photos ALL OVER AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I not right? =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you suddenly just feel very self-conscious now that you are actually on facebook on the other tab?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I just reveal how a Nosy-Parker and a b*tch I am?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, not just me, but you also do such things when you are in facebook right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't lie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or fine. Maybe it's just me. Whatever shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the most important thing now is: I HAVE FINISHED MY FINAL EXAM. DONE FOR THIS SEMESTER. wooooooopie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another most important thing now is: AND I'M GOING TO BANGKOK FOR A 'PERFECT GETAWAY TOMORROW! With Esther and Veen Dee and Haan. EXCITED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another another most important thing now is: ARGHHHHH. MY FLASH PROJECT IS STILL TO BE COMPLETED. Super geram with it already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really so tired. Can't stay up any more late nights to do projects. I think my body has rang its alert alarm so loud that it has deafen my ears and I am still innocently ignoring it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But good news is: I'm taking train to Bangkok from Alor Setar. Gonna be a whole new experience! ( I mean that's UNLESS I choose not to sleep for most of the 16-hour journey it would take) But actually I meant it as a good news because I can replenish my lost sleep during the 16-hour journey, but then that means I will miss my train ride experience. Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very contradicting. Nevermind. Whatever floats the boat, in this case, whatever moves the train. I will assure I am gonna have an awesome-posome Bangkok trip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to meet up with Liow Ying Tian, Lee Phey Chien and Jelly yum yum before I started packing my bag just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 photos to spice this wordy-texty post up! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chinfern/4171904921/" title="SDC15510 by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2462/4171904921_274d8b8300.jpg" alt="SDC15510" width="425" height="325" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; G-Clique 2/3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chinfern/4172661144/" title="SDC15508 by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2701/4172661144_ac759e8cb7.jpg" alt="SDC15508" width="375" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't know why I smile so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe because I know I am going Bangkok tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm..or maybe because I think the pancake from Paddington Pancake House looks funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Stop. This post will never end if I don't stop rambling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bahhhh. Banggggkokkkk! Wooooopie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye-bye Multimedia &amp;amp; Web Developement and Desktop Publishing. I can finally get over you now that my semester is done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say bye-bye to me la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry insane a bit. Not enough sleep what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bangkok!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/743234646200911062-3109578082845242387?l=chinfern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinfern.blogspot.com/feeds/3109578082845242387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=743234646200911062&amp;postID=3109578082845242387&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743234646200911062/posts/default/3109578082845242387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743234646200911062/posts/default/3109578082845242387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinfern.blogspot.com/2009/12/gigigaga-this-title-has-totally-no.html' title='gigigaga (This title has totally no meaning. TQ.)'/><author><name>Chin Fern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08673763245092193869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEvjFdwWTjA/SbPNVcTjWYI/AAAAAAAABq0/BrUFbs_zAwg/S220/Beauty1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2462/4171904921_274d8b8300_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743234646200911062.post-4666704579843519955</id><published>2009-12-03T20:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T23:50:33.927-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joyous Moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Running Diaries'/><title type='text'>Happy Little Things ;)</title><content type='html'>I just came back from my run, still in sweat and smell while updating the blog. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's just so that you can also feel my happiness getting back to my run at Botanical Gardens after such a long break. I used to run at least 3 -4 times a week, so being busy with every other thing makes me have to put running aside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very happy to see my friends there too! =D They always make me laugh. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! But one unhappy thing. There's one lady around her mid-30s ( I put late-30s at my facebook status, she's not that old I think. Must do her age some justice), who go as often as I do to run, looking fitter and hotter than I do. Very Double-u-Tee-Eff you know. Especially the legs. Haha. I'm jealous. Before that, she's already fit but with a lil' bit chubbiness and that made her looked too muscular for a lady, but now she has lost weight and looks really good! Gosh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must really get back on track on a very regular basis now! Get fitter and let her be jealous of me instead. Because she's actually very unfriendly! She never smiles to me every single time when she looks at me, even though I tried to smile to her. Plus we usually run past each other in an opposing direction, so we will surely bump into each other almost every single round. Bah. She really never try to smile. Bah. Whatever shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But put that aside, today's run is a happy run! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posting up photos of little things that have made my day in spite of the stressful exam mode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chinfern/4156418868/" title="Nishka by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2648/4156418868_15a764276f.jpg" alt="Nishka" height="325" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Veen Dee's husky puppy, Nishka!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 and half months baby! But bigger than my 3-year-old Money. Super active and kept biting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chinfern/4156633243/" title="Nish2 by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2497/4156633243_511c5c08e6.jpg" alt="Nish2" height="325" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There's once she lurched towards my face and made my left contact lens came off. Geees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, btw can ignore my face on the photo above. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chinfern/4156417682/" title="soldier toy by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2627/4156417682_568deb6f90.jpg" alt="soldier toy" height="500" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Colourful Roboo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wind it and this is a little toy will shake its' butt and move its arms. It's really cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I bought it from the Deaf &amp;amp; Dumb Association that has their people going around places to places then table to table to sell their little toy gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not my first time seeing them selling like this and receiving cold water from table to table. It's so heart-wrenching seeing them being turned down so many times despite their sincerity in seeking people's support. But I do understand, very little people needs this kind of gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I hope my little contribution helped made their day a teeny weeny bit! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;#3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chinfern/4155656841/" title="baby Amber by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2496/4155656841_4bdf357a45.jpg" alt="baby Amber" height="500" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Baby Amber!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My classmate, Wei Jin's new born baby daughter! She's so tiny and so cute and kept making multiple incomprehensible face expressions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chinfern/4156418120/" title="13860_190525713047_778793047_2964981_1766875_n by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2630/4156418120_5271446b6d.jpg" alt="13860_190525713047_778793047_2964981_1766875_n" height="500" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To let you see her better, got it from her dad's facebook. Hehe. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't these really happy little things?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's good. Live life smiling and laughing, hehe, like I do!&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/743234646200911062-4666704579843519955?l=chinfern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinfern.blogspot.com/feeds/4666704579843519955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=743234646200911062&amp;postID=4666704579843519955&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743234646200911062/posts/default/4666704579843519955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743234646200911062/posts/default/4666704579843519955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinfern.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-little-things.html' title='Happy Little Things ;)'/><author><name>Chin Fern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08673763245092193869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEvjFdwWTjA/SbPNVcTjWYI/AAAAAAAABq0/BrUFbs_zAwg/S220/Beauty1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2648/4156418868_15a764276f_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743234646200911062.post-3908697777803193951</id><published>2009-11-29T11:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T12:02:00.856-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='live College up.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Some Daily Stuff'/><title type='text'>Study break</title><content type='html'>Argh. I finally got some time to blog! I think this is the longest hiatus my blog has had, so even getting me to start back blogging needed some kinda of momentum and some mental prep. Haha. I'm weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been sooooo busy with college assignments! So much work to do now that I'm nearing my final year. (Okay, or rather, I have been doing other nonsense things like facebooking too much to slack in my assignments. Hmmmm.) But then seriously, assignments now don't take one night to finish already, not even two nights! OMG. The old school method couldn't be applied so now I'm very stucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep hasn't been good either. For the past two weeks, I have forgotten the feeling of sleeping soundly already. Most of the mornings when I got up, I will either find myself falling asleep on my desk or waking up with my laptop beside my bed cos I did my work on my bed the night before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya, I do sound like I am very busy, but the effort doesn't seem to be equal to the productivity in my assignments. I was wasting crap lot of time doing god-knows-what. Seriously, I don't even know what I was doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of today, I have not been running for a week already! The longest record too for the past few months since I have been running frequently. Argh, I so wanna get back on my pair of running shoes and my favourite running shorts and meet my running friends and see the green green grass and... erm, okay, minus the stupid glutton monkeys in Botanical Gardens that scares with their mouth wide open if they think you are too hot and pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get that a lot, that's why I know. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna get back to the track, so much. Track as in running track and my proper-good-girl routine back on track. I have been skipping class (I know it's bad, so hit me, slap me, punch me, kick me etc) and missing deadlines. (Okay, double hit me, slap me, punch me, kick me etc)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, I am very very stucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nevermind, don't get stuck together with me. I'm pulling my socks up now and hope that I can still make up for the lost and still do pretty well in my exam which is coming in a week's time. Plus, now that I'm on study break for a week, I wanna make sure I really STUDY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STUDY. STUDY. STUDY. STUDY. STUDY. STUDY. STUDY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, all the terrible habits aside. I have two things that I can pat myself on my back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I scored Distinction on my piano exam. Wooopie! I answered a few aural question wrongly, which has only a few questions to get wrong anyway, so practically 50% correct. But I guess it's the playing of the pieces that got me my marks. I played some notes wrongly too as I trembled, too nervous okayyy. grrrr. But anyway Distinction means Distinction lah. Don't care already. Yeay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, I ran the Penang Bridge Run with Jiayan and Hui Ting! Hehe. Oh, I actually did just the 10K Fun Run, so nothing so huge to be proud of. But I brought my semi-handicapped camera along with me for the run and managed to capture some photos! I enjoyed the race very much although I wasn't doing it competitively, like I always would; no beautiful medal also, only a thin sheet of certificate that is half-crumpled. It was a very happy day for me and I wanna do a blog post about it! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as for now,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STUDY.STUDY.STUDY.STUDY.STUDY.STUDY.STUDY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have that bloody Flash assignment waiting to be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why this won't end?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S My blog post below, ancient post. It was in my draft for the past maybe 2 nearing to 3 weeks already. Just read la okay? Hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/743234646200911062-3908697777803193951?l=chinfern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinfern.blogspot.com/feeds/3908697777803193951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=743234646200911062&amp;postID=3908697777803193951&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743234646200911062/posts/default/3908697777803193951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743234646200911062/posts/default/3908697777803193951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinfern.blogspot.com/2009/11/study-break.html' title='Study break'/><author><name>Chin Fern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08673763245092193869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEvjFdwWTjA/SbPNVcTjWYI/AAAAAAAABq0/BrUFbs_zAwg/S220/Beauty1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743234646200911062.post-4235605788689345416</id><published>2009-11-17T10:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T13:14:00.604-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About Being Vain'/><title type='text'>Very Black Hair Day</title><content type='html'>Gonna write on some ancient news. I always update my blog so slowly that if you are the kind that wish to sometimes take some time off the congested real-time news that is vastly available out there, come and read my blog and u can feel that time actually slows down a lot more with all this outdated news being wrote here. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, oh yes. It's still about my hair. The story hasn't reached its happily-ever-after ending yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially now that is already &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Black&lt;/span&gt;. Very &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;black &lt;/span&gt;in fact. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Black&lt;/span&gt; until if I stand in front of a big &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;black&lt;/span&gt; screen, I will look as if I am Ms Bald.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you why this happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I did say I dyed my hair right, my &lt;a href="http://chinfern.blogspot.com/2009/11/new-hair-story.html/" target="_blank"&gt;new hair story&lt;/a&gt;, just a few posts below. I was so happy with the colour and how my new hair looks good on me every time I look into the mirror. Hehe. So after a 3-day hair washing inhibition after a hair-dye, I washed my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hair stylist told me the colour will still fade around 20% after your wash, so 20%, okay, I am fine with that. But it's so not true! The colour went back nearly to my original hair colour state, the brownish-golden kinda colour, and it was in the form of a few patches and it was ugly and no one even realised that I actually did something to my hair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went back to the shop and the hairstylist did some mending for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it became what it is today. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So black like baa baa black sheep you know T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of people complimented the new hair colour and that it suits me more than my previous colour. Few others prefer my previous hair. Hmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I prefer that one that I redye. Sigh. Now I have to wait for a few more months to dye it again. I can't get used to it everytime when I look into the mirror. Oh well, but like what Whitney Houstan sings, "learning to love yourself is the greatest love of all!" Not very relevant but I will learn to love my black hair! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, evidence to show you how baa baa black sheep-ly black my hair is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chinfern/4130881419/" title="black by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2784/4130881419_7fafd37fc8.jpg" alt="black" width="425" height="325" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Black hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chinfern/4130881521/" title="moustache by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2685/4130881521_0998060e3a.jpg" alt="moustache" width="425" height="325" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Black moustache wannabe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna have &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Black&lt;/span&gt; Hair Day every single Day! ;)&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/743234646200911062-4235605788689345416?l=chinfern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinfern.blogspot.com/feeds/4235605788689345416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=743234646200911062&amp;postID=4235605788689345416&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743234646200911062/posts/default/4235605788689345416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743234646200911062/posts/default/4235605788689345416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinfern.blogspot.com/2009/11/very-black-hair-day.html' title='Very Black Hair Day'/><author><name>Chin Fern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08673763245092193869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEvjFdwWTjA/SbPNVcTjWYI/AAAAAAAABq0/BrUFbs_zAwg/S220/Beauty1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2784/4130881419_7fafd37fc8_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743234646200911062.post-4071107353530371695</id><published>2009-11-14T02:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T08:20:40.993-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beyond Routine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Running Diaries'/><title type='text'>Genting Trail Blazer 2009: Pre-race Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;1.30pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached Awana Resort from Genting through Awana Skyway then bus. Didn't know so troublesome. Have to wait so long for Skyway and then have to wait another half and hour for the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;2.15pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached Awana Resort. Went to register and pick up the goody bag and someone from Penang could recognised me from my running team in Penang. I was surprised, didn't know running could actually gain me a &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;teeny weeny&lt;/span&gt; bit of fame. Wanted to check-in my room, but hotel hasn't got it ready yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chinfern/4103394748/" title="bit by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2609/4103394748_d898414114.jpg" alt="bit" width="425" height="325" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So went to have my sucky salad lunch. As glamorous as the name of the dish might be, "Hydroponic Genting Salad", the taste is 180 degrees around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chinfern/4059872069/" title="yucky salad by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2461/4059872069_e1d616fcb8.jpg" alt="yucky salad" width="425" height="325" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is really bitter that no matter how much thousand island sauce I dressed it with couldn't cover its bitterness. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I request for a brand new dish although I know pretty well it wouldn't possibly make the situation any better, but I wanted to try my luck and it was clear enough that I was not as lucky as I think I would be. Haha. The new dish tasted just. as. bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to eat lots of vegetables because I was in serious need of &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;fiber&lt;/span&gt;. Like really badly, if you get what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;3.15pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to check room collection status, but my name still wasn't in the list. They say it wasn't ready, have to still wait. But half of the people has already gone back to their room and probably snoring half way by now. Decided to on my laptop and check for wifi availability and to kill time, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;woopie&lt;/span&gt; THEY HAVE! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More and more people are registering and the place is getting crowded and there was really a MAJOR HOT GUYS ALERT. Hoho. (What a feast for the eyes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;4.00pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Race briefing. It didn't help to confide me about the race tomorrow, it just added pepper and salt to my fears and worries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They told us we will&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; definitely&lt;/span&gt; get cuts and bruises and find some leeches, so it's best to wear long pants; and the longest pants that I have got with me is one that covers just over my butt, my socks weren't any longer than my ankle either. Yeayness, that means I will get some new leech friends tomorrow. =( oh no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were also warned that weather wasn't looking too good, might rain and the trails might get a lil' too slippery. It is adviced to wear proper trail shoes for the race. The shoes I brought can't even be considered as a proper running shoes. It was my old pair of nearly worn off running shoes. Yeayness, that means I will slip and fall and slip and fall . =( oh no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, it wasn't a pleasant briefing. It got me worried how ugly with sore will I get after the race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;5.30pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to check room status. STILL UNAVAILABLE. They don't even have my name in the list at all. I wonder whether I have to sleep in the restaurant's kitchen for the night. Plus, I'm bored. =S My partner is occupying my laptop and he's too engrossed to even care whether am I laughing and talking to myself while waiting for him to finish using my laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Nola. I didn't laugh and talk to myself la. Siao. Not that creepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;5.45pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally broken free from boredom. I complained that I want to use the laptop already. When to check room again and they said can only settled by 7pm. There are not many people in the hall already and we are still stranded at this place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;7.oopm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROOM IS READY. I walked in and my jaw dropped. We were given a really hugeee room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chinfern/4102928656/" title="SDC14846-tile by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2731/4102928656_bccccbdb9f.jpg" alt="SDC14846-tile" width="377" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope the photos did justice to the room. Two single beds with Spacious toilet, a living area with couch and big TV and a bar-like cooking area. Our rooms are at a different block from the other participants, I asked the others and our room is indeed way bigger than theirs although they have double queen-sized beds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such reward for having to wait for a few hours more than others, I think it's..hmmm...pretty worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our packaged buffet dinner actually started serving at 7pm. We immediately chucked our things and dashed down for the dinner rush. Have to compete with other 1000 people for dinner okay, of course have to be speedy fast. Oh yes, forgot to tell you, there were around 560 teams registered for the race, where majority came from KL and Selangor, the rest like Penang and a lot of  Singaporean teams as well. There is surprisingly more Penang teams than I have expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;8.30pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made some new friends over dinner. They are really avid sportsperson and they go to places for races and they join almost every single one of their local races. Talked quite a bit and they shared about past years' experience in the Trail Blazer, gave us some tips too. I asked them about the leech problem, hoping to get some life-saving tips and they told me to just let them suck my blood until they syiok, they will drop off by themselves. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But apparently, their bite won't hurt but it will itch for a while during aftermath. But whatever shit it is, don't any leeches come near me, I will guarantee smash you into pieces. (If I haven't faint over after seeing you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;9.00pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so now I'm back in the room. What should I do? I know this room is big, but...what exactly can I do? So now I'm bored. Argh. I think maybe I should get some sleep soon. It's way too early compared to my usual timing, but I will try. Or maybe I could watch the Monster Inc. cartoon that is showing at TV2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh. I don't know. I didn't know I would get this bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cross-fingers tomorrow's race will only get better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/743234646200911062-4071107353530371695?l=chinfern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinfern.blogspot.com/feeds/4071107353530371695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=743234646200911062&amp;postID=4071107353530371695&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743234646200911062/posts/default/4071107353530371695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743234646200911062/posts/default/4071107353530371695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinfern.blogspot.com/2009/10/genting-trail-blazer-2009-pre-race-day.html' title='Genting Trail Blazer 2009: Pre-race Day'/><author><name>Chin Fern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08673763245092193869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEvjFdwWTjA/SbPNVcTjWYI/AAAAAAAABq0/BrUFbs_zAwg/S220/Beauty1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2609/4103394748_d898414114_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743234646200911062.post-1882498249343106571</id><published>2009-11-09T20:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T06:46:50.963-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Some Daily Stuff'/><title type='text'>New Hair Story + Syiok Sendiri Updates</title><content type='html'>Hoho. I have finally ditched my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;burnt goldish-brownish-(some colour like that)-two-toned-already-kinda-ugly &lt;/span&gt;hair, so I am pretty now, as in more pretty. (I know I already am pretty, don't have to remind me, thank you.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally did it on last Friday. I have always wanted to redye it cos the new black hair that is growing makes my hair look really horrible, especially in photos, and that caused me to have some hint of some substandard &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ah lian&lt;/span&gt; element.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't understand one thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 2001, when this Taiwanese Chinese Pop group, S.H.E, hit the town, I used admire one of the singer, Hebe's hairstyle. She had long hair, which was coloured into two portions: a section of full black hair, length from hair root to around the ear; while ear down, it was brownish-gold in colour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Like this.&lt;br /&gt;(Girl in the middle)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chinfern/4098994414/" title="she7 by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2785/4098994414_05bdae2a3d_o.jpg" alt="she7" width="352" height="221" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I can't believe I used to admire her hairstyle. Can't believe. I even told myself that when the comes when I can keep long hair, I want to have the hair colour like hers. I used to think it's so hip and stylish and beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I think back, I want to run myself towards the wall and hit real hard on my head. What was I think at that point time? Geees. Luckily my fashion sense heightened a lot of folds as I grow older and I assure you will NEVER EVER, EVER see me admiring that kind of hairstyle and dream of having it one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, because my hair, if still left unattended, will one day sooner or later become like hers. Terrified by the fact &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(no offence to Hebe's fans though, she looks really lovely now)&lt;/span&gt;, therefore I knew I had to do something no matter how busy I could be! I actually wanted to do it before my Genting Trail Blazer trip, but didn't work out, not until last Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some might have seen it already. But for those who haven't, here's my new hair colour! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chinfern/4099010512/" title="me1 by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2629/4099010512_9db58845fd.jpg" alt="me1" width="375" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's taken at our college's delayed Halloween Party, that's why Simone became like a cat and my fake eyelashes. Hehe. My hair is darker now. No more striking goldish-brown, no more highlights too. I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Update: But after my first wash, my hair slightly went back to its previous colour. And when I tell people I redyed my hair, they ask me: got meh? -.- Argh. GOT LA. I wanna go back to the shop and complain already.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The photo above is actually a tagged photo in my facebook. So I was looking at it and accidentally clicked back to my very very first photo in facebook few years back when I was still in my secondary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show you, show you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chinfern/4099010642/" title="me2 by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2683/4099010642_06cf1940aa.jpg" alt="me2" width="425" height="325" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woopie. How much have I changed, wearing that coconut-shell hairstyle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But this photo still cannot yet be considered one of the worst looking photo during high schools, I had more horrendous moments, trust me. I think I was 16 when this photo is taken, before my choir performance in Dewan Sri Penang. The girl beside me is Yon Lynn, an absolutely amazing singer! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! By the way, few weeks back, we had a web assignment where we had to design a personal website or in another words a very &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;syiok sendiri &lt;/span&gt;website where you promote yourself. At first I didn't quite enjoy the process of doing it, because I'm always quite handicap when it comes to any form of designning, but I got really &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;syiok sendiri&lt;/span&gt;-ly happy and fulfilling after seeing what I have done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show you this one too! the homepage. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chinfern/4100875865/" title="syioksendiri page by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2574/4100875865_dca9086761.jpg" alt="syioksendiri page" width="425" height="315" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I have gotten tired having to look at my mundane and noncommittal blog layout. Hmmmm..maybe I should really work something out to give it a fresh new look like this and get you tired looking at my face one final day, with that! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I know I should be updating things about my Genting Trail Blazer but....I will try my best okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/743234646200911062-1882498249343106571?l=chinfern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinfern.blogspot.com/feeds/1882498249343106571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=743234646200911062&amp;postID=1882498249343106571&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743234646200911062/posts/default/1882498249343106571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743234646200911062/posts/default/1882498249343106571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinfern.blogspot.com/2009/11/new-hair-story.html' title='New Hair Story + Syiok Sendiri Updates'/><author><name>Chin Fern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08673763245092193869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEvjFdwWTjA/SbPNVcTjWYI/AAAAAAAABq0/BrUFbs_zAwg/S220/Beauty1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2629/4099010512_9db58845fd_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743234646200911062.post-1087941127224965671</id><published>2009-11-02T21:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T03:47:21.572-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beyond Routine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Out of Penang'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Running Diaries'/><title type='text'>Genting TrailBlazer 2009: When it all has ended</title><content type='html'>I was just back from my grueling race from Genting Trailblazer Sunday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had major body ache. Major.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My arms ache like shit and it started from my shoulder, so which means I can't lift my arms, even have hard times wearing on my clothes. Driving an auto-car with power steering now is also kinda straining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My leg muscles ache. I can't even walk like a proper girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have cuts, scratches and bruises of assorted hues and designs on both my legs, front and back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 15 splinter cuts in total on both my palms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, my face is unhurt and still as beautiful as it is! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The race was tough, really tough. Tougher than I had imagined it to turn out to be and the aftermath effect on my body was also worse than I had expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The journey to endure wasn't any single bit of child's play and as the route was designed in a single-way manner, once you started you have no turning back. You are left with the two only choices: to end the race faster or slower, that's it. There is no such thing as Vanilla or Chocolate ice-cream, I'd pick the Strawberry flavoured one, nothing like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really an amazing race and to-date the toughest physical endurance I had ever experienced. Although our final positioning of the competition wasn't as I have wanted to achieve, in my heart it is, a victory, as I recalled how I really struggled and strived till the very end. Not without my partner's tireless and persevering push and encouragement, we would have not clocked in the time when ran through the finishing line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chinfern/4071148609/" title="Finishing Line by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2542/4071148609_8110f0364d_o.jpg" alt="Finishing Line" width="425" height="263" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me, this final lap has never felt any better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chinfern/4071923278/" title="Finisher Medal by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2686/4071923278_108491fb3b.jpg" alt="Finisher Medal" width="425" height="325" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So....stay tuned for my post entry on the Genting TrailBlazer 2009 race snippets!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/743234646200911062-1087941127224965671?l=chinfern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinfern.blogspot.com/feeds/1087941127224965671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=743234646200911062&amp;postID=1087941127224965671&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743234646200911062/posts/default/1087941127224965671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743234646200911062/posts/default/1087941127224965671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinfern.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-was-back-from-my-grueling-race-from.html' title='Genting TrailBlazer 2009: When it all has ended'/><author><name>Chin Fern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08673763245092193869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEvjFdwWTjA/SbPNVcTjWYI/AAAAAAAABq0/BrUFbs_zAwg/S220/Beauty1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2686/4071923278_108491fb3b_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743234646200911062.post-5588745145663876740</id><published>2009-10-30T06:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T03:51:14.931-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Out of Penang'/><title type='text'>Aloha from Genting!</title><content type='html'>Peeps, me now is at Genting, sitting at McD, using the wifi, typing out words, to update this blog. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chinfern/4057635593/" title="Picture0013 by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2623/4057635593_2a8f79c9ff.jpg" alt="Picture0013" width="425" height="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not acting cute, the hand just naturally pose there when I take this photo. =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me is like on holiday. Or at least a lil' getaway from my busy busy schedule every single day and I get to sleep a lil' earlier cos there would be no wifi at my hotel room. Therefore no internet to distract myself from my beauty sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I am actually here for the Genting Trail Blazer that I was so eager to join few months ago but couldn't find a partner cos it's a partner race instead of an individual one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check that race out, &lt;a href="http://www.gentingtrailblazer.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. It is actually a 14km cross-country race, comprises of on-the-road running, off-road trailing in the jungle, uphill, downhill, obstacle tracks and the rest you will know when I blogged about it after I experienced it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I have a partner for the race already! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has been occupying my laptop for the whole day since very early in the morning we reached Genting and I only get to use it now, at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been here for too many hours to finish walking this Genting Highlands place for a few times already. I will see what more can I do after I off laptop, leave McD, disconnected from Internet and back in my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, wish me luck on my race on Sunday! Hoho. ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/743234646200911062-5588745145663876740?l=chinfern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinfern.blogspot.com/feeds/5588745145663876740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=743234646200911062&amp;postID=5588745145663876740&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743234646200911062/posts/default/5588745145663876740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743234646200911062/posts/default/5588745145663876740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinfern.blogspot.com/2009/10/aloha-from-genting.html' title='Aloha from Genting!'/><author><name>Chin Fern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08673763245092193869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEvjFdwWTjA/SbPNVcTjWYI/AAAAAAAABq0/BrUFbs_zAwg/S220/Beauty1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2623/4057635593_2a8f79c9ff_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743234646200911062.post-6703241746844107206</id><published>2009-10-24T02:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T08:45:05.814-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='G-Clique'/><title type='text'>When the Gs spell C-l-i-q-u-e</title><content type='html'>I need to update this. It's been in my draft for agesssss (exactly one month ago) and I would feel guilty if at the end I don't update it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did mention before I was going out with my lovely high school mates when I had my mid-sem break. So the 6 of us FINALLY got together in 'full team' after like one and a half years of separation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chinfern/4039766649/" title="G-Clique by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2617/4039766649_7fbe135235.jpg" alt="G-Clique" width="250" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;G-Clique full team. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(I didn't purpose make my name cuter, they really call me that. Haha. and I think it's really cute. =D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't and wouldn't sound that long, but then again, during high school years, we used to see each other like every single day, some of us even have the same tuition class. After that, the whole graduation and separation thing, you get the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the day was fantastic! We had great time catching up and bullying each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the photos will speak! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Su Lin and Liow Ying Tian (Yeah, we usually call their full name) reached first and had lunch at Nando's, Gurney Plaza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chinfern/3969811560/" title="SDC1414edit by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2593/3969811560_088c56bc2d.jpg" alt="SDC1414edit" width="375" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We kinda scream a lil' when we see each other, like you would see in some American movies, how the bimbotic blonde would act. It's been toooo long, can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We already had our meals from home, so I just ordered my usual favourite Sparkling Apple drink. I like experimenting different drinks offered in restaurants, so I usually never repeat my drinks' order in subsequent visits to the same restaurant, but Nando's Sparkling Apple is the only drink that kept me hooked on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chinfern/4039725287/" title="SDC14151 by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2210/4039725287_bd421f0816.jpg" alt="SDC14151" width="375" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sparking &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Apple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; and my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Red &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nails.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would rather spend a lil' more on that drink than the bottomless drinks they offered. But oddly enough, there's nothing so special about Sparkling Apple and you can probably make it at home. It's just plain soda, processed apple juice and aloe vera and a piece of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;lemon &lt;/span&gt;on top, really nothing so unique, but I just love it. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Oh Su Lin was still eating, I kept wanting her to take a photo of Lee Phey Chien, Lau Hui Theng and I. So she very uncommitally took it for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chinfern/4041726151/" title="SDC14134-tile by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3531/4041726151_1d4cc3cae0.jpg" alt="SDC14134-tile" width="425" height="325" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Even the last shot didn't really work out, that Lee PC moved a lil'. Geees. Fine, go continue with ur chicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some other photos. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chinfern/4040476836/" title="SDC14187 copy by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2724/4040476836_23326229f0.jpg" alt="SDC14187 copy" width="425" height="325" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chinfern/4039771607/" title="SDC14146 by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2472/4039771607_b76f4c110a.jpg" alt="SDC14146" width="425" height="325" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chinfern/3969811576/" title="1 by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2473/3969811576_2b8d76cdd5.jpg" alt="1" width="425" height="325" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chinfern/4039772511/" title="SDC14148edit by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2572/4039772511_40c3aec3e0.jpg" alt="SDC14148edit" width="425" height="325" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;enam orang altogether.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chinfern/4039728915/" title="SDC14190a by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2528/4039728915_fb91ec362f.jpg" alt="SDC14190a" width="375" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This chao ah beng person is an inside joke. Jelly is the one who typed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After lunch, we just walked around the mall. Took funny photos and things like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chinfern/4040575244/" title="SDC14191 by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3527/4040575244_bcdd9352f7.jpg" alt="SDC14191" width="425" height="325" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Padini's bronze colour mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chinfern/4039417947/" title="metfriends-edit by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2783/4039417947_0770d79bd0.jpg" alt="metfriends-edit" width="425" height="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met other friends from high school along the way too.&lt;br /&gt;Juanna, Victoria, Evonne and Peiying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chinfern/4039828733/" title="SDC14197 by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2462/4039828733_4898a1a5a4.jpg" alt="SDC14197" width="375" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of deciding which colour of the over-priced hair pin to purchase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chinfern/4040581276/" title="SDC14194 by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2595/4040581276_2a22e934cb.jpg" alt="SDC14194" width="375" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is Oh Su Lin's best friend, named Piggy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Let me tell you why. While she was shopping, she suggested that one day we should tie pigtails hairstyle out together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chinfern/4039827001/" title="SDC14195 by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2475/4039827001_8dd388d84e.jpg" alt="SDC14195" width="375" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yes, very omg-scariest-nightmare. Poor Jelly had to be victimised for her geli demonstration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So automatically none of us would do that and fortunately we found one very good candidate who would do that with her, that is the Vincci model, Piggy. I reckon they would clicked very well with that matching hairstyle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh, then it was movie time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chinfern/4039866931/" title="SDC14212 by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2619/4039866931_b9a531b4be.jpg" alt="SDC14212" width="375" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chinfern/4040642132/" title="SDC14222 by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3517/4040642132_42db78fc11.jpg" alt="SDC14222" width="375" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;While watching, that Swine Oh &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Oh Su Lin's latest name)&lt;/span&gt; kept leaning over to check on me. She did it so many times that the last time she did that, I threw my pop corn box at her. HAHA. Serve you right. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okla, actually she did that for a purpose cos recently for almost every single movie that I watched in the cinema, I would fall asleep in the middle of it and wakes up when the movie is reaching its ending, like 4.85 out of 5 movies that I watched, I would. haha. Not that they are too boring, is just that I am always too tired to stay awake under such comfortable condition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I made a promise to them that I WOULD NEVER SLEEP for the next movie that I am watching with them, which happened to be G-Force. So to ensure that, she kept checking out on me and of course she didn't manage to catch me sleeping! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But truth is, I was kinda sleeping through the middle section, haha, but I painfully forced myself to stay awake. At the end, I succeeded, I didn't fall asleep! Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I requested we go for doughnuts! I like eating Big Apple doughnuts! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chinfern/4040644066/" title="SDC14225 by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2586/4040644066_33c457254d.jpg" alt="SDC14225" width="375" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;From top: Agent 'O', Milky Way, Tira Cino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of them tasted really nice! Pick these flavours to try out at your next visit to Big Apple!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chinfern/4040615256/" title="SDC14229 by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2718/4040615256_1198a9127a.jpg" alt="SDC14229" width="425" height="325" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;enam orang lagi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We spent a longgggg time deciding where to go for dinner. It has always been a million-dolar question. So at the end, we decided to make our maiden visit to 75 degree celcius, just right beside Coffee Island, for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chinfern/4039895477/" title="SDC14232 by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2707/4039895477_7407b56eed.jpg" alt="SDC14232" width="375" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Food was okay. It was the company that makes it all fun. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chinfern/4040730162/" title="SDC14244 by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2473/4040730162_f3583ddb57.jpg" alt="SDC14244" width="375" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angry kid. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chinfern/4039982219/" title="75C2 by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3482/4039982219_9198a41276.jpg" alt="75C2" width="425" height="325" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chinfern/4039982281/" title="75C1 by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2771/4039982281_b38fe3c121_o.jpg" alt="75C1" width="375" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a guest with us too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chinfern/4040732174/" title="SDC14281 by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2602/4040732174_1003661a7e.jpg" alt="SDC14281" width="375" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This kitty cat has scared the hell out of Jelly and Swine Oh the entire time we had our dinner. It just won't leave the place and would come nearer and nearer to us. They had to eat with fear and it was a funny scene to see. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we left, we took turns to go to toilet to secretly write a belated birthday card for Jelly. Some took a longer time to write so I lied that they all had some big business to do. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chinfern/4040012155/" title="SDC14289a by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2742/4040012155_8172279e74.jpg" alt="SDC14289a" width="425" height="325" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This card that we bought enabled us to record our talkings within 12secs! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chinfern/4040763184/" title="SDC14295 by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2609/4040763184_7fef114832.jpg" alt="SDC14295" width="375" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And the very last photo of the day!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chinfern/4040014195/" title="lastphoto by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2585/4040014195_1c76b73857.jpg" alt="lastphoto" width="425" height="325" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Only Oh Su Lin's wide-angled camera could fit the 6 of us in one frame properly. ♥♥♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The good times we had together never changes. It was a very happy laughing day and I really cherished every single moment of the day as it comes by quite hard since we are all studying at different places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway just a photo to show you how much we have changed since we left high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chinfern/4040520072/" title="dec07 n sept09 by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3478/4040520072_9e72924ce1.jpg" alt="dec07 n sept09" width="350" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/743234646200911062-6703241746844107206?l=chinfern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinfern.blogspot.com/feeds/6703241746844107206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=743234646200911062&amp;postID=6703241746844107206&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743234646200911062/posts/default/6703241746844107206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743234646200911062/posts/default/6703241746844107206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinfern.blogspot.com/2009/10/when-gs-spell-c-l-i-q-u-e.html' title='When the Gs spell C-l-i-q-u-e'/><author><name>Chin Fern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08673763245092193869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEvjFdwWTjA/SbPNVcTjWYI/AAAAAAAABq0/BrUFbs_zAwg/S220/Beauty1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2617/4039766649_7fbe135235_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743234646200911062.post-2459526886860700988</id><published>2009-10-11T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T20:46:50.219-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Some Daily Stuff'/><title type='text'>When I was trying to update this blog</title><content type='html'>My internet connection at home seems to be really lame cos I tried numerous times but I just can't sign in to update some lil' things here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for the very last time I decided to refresh the page, it just worked, and brought me right to the editting page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just posted this up on my facebook status:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;" At one point, I'm frustrated that I can't sign in to my blog cos I can't update it.&lt;br /&gt;But at another stronger point, I'm so happpy that I have reasons not to update it, which is a GOOD reason that won't make me seem like a seemingly-busy-but-in-actual-fact-idle blogger. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hee hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't angry la okay. I'm already half way thru my new post entry, you will just have to scroll down to read it after I am done with it. ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/743234646200911062-2459526886860700988?l=chinfern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinfern.blogspot.com/feeds/2459526886860700988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=743234646200911062&amp;postID=2459526886860700988&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743234646200911062/posts/default/2459526886860700988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743234646200911062/posts/default/2459526886860700988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinfern.blogspot.com/2009/10/when-i-was-trying-to-update-this-blog.html' title='When I was trying to update this blog'/><author><name>Chin Fern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08673763245092193869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEvjFdwWTjA/SbPNVcTjWYI/AAAAAAAABq0/BrUFbs_zAwg/S220/Beauty1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743234646200911062.post-3541530084984531490</id><published>2009-10-08T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T20:20:18.541-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joyous Moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Running Diaries'/><title type='text'>City Run 2009</title><content type='html'>My eyelids heavily lifted themselves up and rubbed them as I strove to wake up in the early hours of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I yawned while I turned to look at the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.59am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*%^&amp;amp;*(*$%#@#$%&amp;amp;(()(^%#%$^%*#&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My race is officially flagging off at 7.30am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omgomgomgomgomgomgomgomgomgomgomg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half an hour to wash up, dress up, drive there, park there, pin up my race no., and to get ready at the starting line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many to do so little time. Because I BLOODY OVERSLEPT on my RACE DAY. =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when I reached in front of Komtar, which is the starting point of the run, it was 5 mins to 'taking off'. I hastily pinned up my race number with one side still flying loose, ran to the starting point, took the deepest breath, tighten just my left shoe lace &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(cos I don't have time for the other side =S)&lt;/span&gt; and off I go with our CM's official flag-off right on time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running in a race like this is really fun and satisfying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the start, a lot of the seemingly energetic and pumped up enthusiasts will dash ahead full-force, in the aim of passing through as many runners as possible and be at the front to take the lead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just stayed at my pace, running steadily sturdy, seeing some of the satisfied expression of those that just ran past me. It is not that I did not want to perform my best, but through experience and advices, if I were to try way too hard at the beginning stage, you would see me dragging myself to the finish line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This does not just apply to me. You will see why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After around 10mins of run, I can see those initial-enthusiasts starting to slow themselves them while panting quite hard. Their footsteps turned smaller and slower, their head dropped down losing strength for support and gradually they decided they just.....have to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See what I mean by taking it steadily sturdy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time it's my turn to secretly feel extra-proud, especially when I see that I am running past the young teenage boys that have such sky-high ego that ran with all their might at the first 300m, when they forgot they still have 8.3km ahead of them to be completed. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time around I did not have any interesting encounter like I did for my recent last, except for having to run under the rain for some distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my recent last at Chung Ling High School, a student from the school was running tightly shoulder-to-shoulder with me, fearing any moment if I was one step ahead, he will have to face with any kind of bad consequences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At any point of time when I were to be slightly back-facing him, he would accelerate to keep up with me. It's funny to see how he somehow struggled a bit to protect his so-called pride, cannot lose to a girl ma right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34009791@N08/3984843686/" title="Chung-Ling-Cross-Country-2009-075 by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2612/3984843686_4c317398dd_o.jpg" alt="Chung-Ling-Cross-Country-2009-075" width="425" height="325" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some while of keeping up, that guy suddenly turned to me and said in Chinese: " Hey, leng lui, you are half way to finishing line already. Add Oil." and off he went way ahead of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking: Walao how dare this young kid called me leng lui, it's like I'm elder them him okay. And I actually thought he looked really familiar too; I recalled and realised he's actually a brother of my friend from primary school with a catchy name, whom I have never met for the past 6 or 7 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How small the world can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway back to the race I'm still running halfway through. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took it really steadily this time, did not push really hard, but miscalculated the finishing line, and underused my energy, however, at the end, clocked in at quite a reasonable time, I would say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But when the results were out, I was dumbfounded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34009791@N08/3984080079/" title="SDC14474edit by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2664/3984080079_e8daffe86c.jpg" alt="SDC14474edit" width="425" height="325" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, seriously. Look at my ecstatic funny-looking expression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34009791@N08/3984843564/" title="SDC14477 by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2509/3984843564_fe81eb3833.jpg" alt="SDC14477" width="425" height="325" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never have I gotten such achievement in distance running, at least, I did not have anticipated to get it anytime so soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I expected just a Top 10 and that will do me good; Top 5 will make me smile from ear to ear; Top 3, hmmm...I just won't dream of getting it, not just yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But guess what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34009791@N08/3984079471/" title="SDC14478edit by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2624/3984079471_3c42a32170.jpg" alt="SDC14478edit" width="375" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A scary 1st Runner-up trophy in my hands!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I think I actually smiled starting from one ear, went around my head, made the 36o degrees and reached back the same ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That means, my 4 days per week trainings,  some naggings from my dad, (minor) controls in diet and etc, paid off! There were no monetary reward but having this trophy handsomely sat on my living room is good enough when I need to brag about myself a little to guests coming to my house! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/743234646200911062-3541530084984531490?l=chinfern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinfern.blogspot.com/feeds/3541530084984531490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=743234646200911062&amp;postID=3541530084984531490&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743234646200911062/posts/default/3541530084984531490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743234646200911062/posts/default/3541530084984531490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinfern.blogspot.com/2009/10/city-run-2009.html' title='City Run 2009'/><author><name>Chin Fern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08673763245092193869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEvjFdwWTjA/SbPNVcTjWYI/AAAAAAAABq0/BrUFbs_zAwg/S220/Beauty1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2664/3984080079_e8daffe86c_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743234646200911062.post-5678001024703692145</id><published>2009-10-07T02:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T12:38:12.616-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just for Laughs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Some Daily Stuff'/><title type='text'>Updates!</title><content type='html'>My dad just made a complain to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The following conversation in Chinese will be translated below but is best if you can read Chinese. Heh.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Dad: 嗐....养儿子女儿这么大&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;( For your info, he doesn't have a 儿子 for heaven sake)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;, 现在每个都在抢车用。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Haiyo. 一定是这样的嘛。难道你要我们永远小小，小小这样的meh? 然后去哪里都要你载这样吗?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Dad: *silence* ( I thought he's  contemplating on what I said and agreeing with what I say at the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;same time)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;         *continues* 不是啦，一定会有护花使者的嘛。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lemme translate before I give my comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Dad: Haih, after the hardships raising up the children, now when they all have already grown up, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;they start to fight for car to use.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Haiyo. It's always like that. You mean you want us to forever stay so small and tiny and kiddy? And needs you to chauffeur us wherever we go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Dad: *silence* (I thought he's  contemplating on what I said and agreeing with what I say at the  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;same time)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;          *continues* Nola, sure have boyfriend or admirer to fetch around one ma.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(I don't know the exact translation of 护花使者, but they mean something like that)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my dad is complaining that I don't have a boyfriend. jiak sai. Where got father like that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shouldn't he just feel proud that I am a daughter who knows what to place as priority in life and one who is willing to spend time and chit chat with him whenever there's time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gees. Wait till one day when I have one, then he will regret about the complain he just made. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, this week is exam week. =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My college just changed their exam format system and it is making me pull my hair and curse everytime I come out from exam room. =((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exam is turning me into a vulgar person. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have to answer 10 question in an hour, with a 10-mark allocation for each question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday's paper wasn't too good. I didn't manage to finish. jiak sai. I rushed like shit but I still didn't manage to 'make ends meet'. Damm it. I think I wrote too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I will have to finger cross that my writing speed will switch to some turbo mode and let me write fast and still made my hand-writing legible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm..my sister birthday was last Friday, 2nd of October!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just had a simple dinner maybe cos she's not so demanding like me. (But more like she didn't bother to think of complicated where-to-eat places)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some photos. Hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34009791@N08/3990258675/" title="mum and sis by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2600/3990258675_5275cea352.jpg" alt="mum and sis" width="375" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you, who knows my mum, seen my mum, talked to my mum, heard my mum or anything like that, you know she has cut her hair short!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think it totally looks gorgeous on her! She was sooooo worried when that hairstylist made that 'chop' and she was so relieve when it turned out good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prettay mum I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34009791@N08/3990258119/" title="sis and I by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2527/3990258119_580a10aac4.jpg" alt="sis and I" width="425" height="325" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;HA&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;PP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Y &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;BI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;RT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;HD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;AY&lt;/span&gt; SISTERR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;May you have a more colourful life as years go by. I &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This dress I was wearing was bought from Singapore by my mum and I think it's kinda too short, way above knee length. But both my parents don't think so, my dad even told me all your skirt also so short one lah. Duiii. My dad always one to go against me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like the dress though and I still think it's a bit too short. =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random thought. I think facebook is really getting lamer and becoming like friendster. GEES. =S People are taking lame quizes that doesn't make sense at all and making self-indulgence comment to it, like: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'WOW, it's so true!&lt;/span&gt;', &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Am I really like that?'&lt;/span&gt;, '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Haha. I can't believe this test so accurate&lt;/span&gt;' or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Not accurate eh. I where got like that'&lt;/span&gt; and a lot of other etcs!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, posting up their progress in the facebook games that they are playing and feel very very syiok about it. omg. roll eyes. Some people would also greet 'Goodnight' to the whole world EVERYNIGHT before they go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the request that you receive everyday. -.- I delete 99 requests everyday and it comes up another 99 requests everyday. Walao eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I should really go back to my studies now. =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is all over cos I'm on an exam and I'm still updating it! hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I post up an new entry by tomorrow midnight and tell you about my recent race and everything other things that I hope to tell you too!! ;))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/743234646200911062-5678001024703692145?l=chinfern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinfern.blogspot.com/feeds/5678001024703692145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=743234646200911062&amp;postID=5678001024703692145&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743234646200911062/posts/default/5678001024703692145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743234646200911062/posts/default/5678001024703692145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinfern.blogspot.com/2009/10/updates.html' title='Updates!'/><author><name>Chin Fern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08673763245092193869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEvjFdwWTjA/SbPNVcTjWYI/AAAAAAAABq0/BrUFbs_zAwg/S220/Beauty1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2600/3990258675_5275cea352_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743234646200911062.post-8122657217198210154</id><published>2009-09-29T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T12:41:19.264-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My jaw dropped'/><title type='text'>太恐怖了Terrifying shit</title><content type='html'>I have to put the Chinese words at my title cos that was what immediately came to my mind when my dad asked me out from the house to see what has happened to our car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My humble black Kenari, which is parked JUST outside my house was broken into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say 恐怖 or not 恐怖? (Terrifying)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, it's bloody in front of my front gate, with the lights of my living hall and gate compound switched on and that petty prowler decided to try his devil's dare on my small car hoping to get some small fortune from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might ask me how did the thief manage to break open my car or is my window smashed into pieces or things like that. Let me explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after we came back from dinner, my dad just slip the car key into his pocket cos he's gonna go out soon after anyway. While we were chit chatting, my dad accidentally sit on the car key and the car went unlocked. We didn't care much cos it does usually happens: He will sit on it and unlock the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some 5 minutes, he was moving around while talking, unnoticingly sat on it again, and locked the car back. By that time, he realised he would have to go out already. When he was wearing his shoes, he heard a noise of motorbike engine starting. He wouldn't care much though, cos it's nothing peculiar about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when he walked towards the car, he found out the co-driver's car door was opened. With things from the dashboard all messily thrown onto the seat. The coinbox was forced out from its compartment and you know well that it was all, taken away. Those tiny amount of cents were not even given chance to stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing valueable was stolen cos we all should know &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;very well&lt;/span&gt; nothing valueable should be left in the car. The society is getting more terrifying, more than you could ever imagine, more than how you would not want to admit it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within that short period of 5 mins, my car was hastily being broken into. 5 mins. Who would expect that 5 mins of accidental unlocking of your car will lead you to someone breaking into it? Mind you, is only 5 mins. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept saying: 太恐怖了 to my dad. Simlutaneously reflecting back how many careless times I have had forgetting to lock my car, not for minutes but hours; and thinking how many times have I escaped from the misfortunes. Everytime when it happened, I silently convinced myself: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;aiya, no one will know my car is unlocked one la, plus nothing happen also what, nevermind, as long as I really remember to lock my car the next time&lt;/span&gt;. And the same incident would repeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time I reckon, is a not a coincidence. Maybe it's purposely making a point for me to really double check everytime before I leave my car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I silently feel very blessed for this very minor incident and the protection that I have always been under. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/743234646200911062-8122657217198210154?l=chinfern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinfern.blogspot.com/feeds/8122657217198210154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=743234646200911062&amp;postID=8122657217198210154&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743234646200911062/posts/default/8122657217198210154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743234646200911062/posts/default/8122657217198210154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinfern.blogspot.com/2009/09/terrifying-shit.html' title='太恐怖了Terrifying shit'/><author><name>Chin Fern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08673763245092193869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEvjFdwWTjA/SbPNVcTjWYI/AAAAAAAABq0/BrUFbs_zAwg/S220/Beauty1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743234646200911062.post-1831044327599600962</id><published>2009-09-21T22:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T13:18:46.319-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='G-Clique'/><title type='text'>Tomorrow! :)</title><content type='html'>I'm back updating this blog. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please tell me you are happy and glad I FINALLY do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of past events happen that I will try to blog about soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon. Haha. I think you roughly know how to gauge my definition of 'Soon' by now, right? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, other things aside, G-Clique is having a longed for all-6 reunion after like nearly a year and a half of separation. Previously, we met in fours or threes or most of the time twos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tomorrow&lt;/span&gt; marks a big day for us! Cos it could be the only all-6 reunion in 3 to 4 years time, cos everybody will be at other parts of the world for their studies, and not all will come back at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I really look forward to it and I can't wait! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I excitedly coloured my nails &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt; for the big day &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34009791@N08/3941506577/" title="rednails by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3436/3941506577_aea9eb8fa0.jpg" alt="rednails" width="425" height="405" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not diggin' what I am talking about? Click &lt;a href="http://chinfern.blogspot.com/2009/05/we-are-all-here.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. :) They are my lovely matesssss from high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love them like shit.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean not like shit, but like flower, aiya whatever la, shit is what i always us for 'excessive-ness'. So when I say you are beautiful like shit means you are really really beautiful; handsome like shit means you are really handsome, geddit? :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am thinking what should I wearrrr. Hmmmmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/743234646200911062-1831044327599600962?l=chinfern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinfern.blogspot.com/feeds/1831044327599600962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=743234646200911062&amp;postID=1831044327599600962&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743234646200911062/posts/default/1831044327599600962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743234646200911062/posts/default/1831044327599600962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinfern.blogspot.com/2009/09/tomorrow.html' title='Tomorrow! :)'/><author><name>Chin Fern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08673763245092193869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEvjFdwWTjA/SbPNVcTjWYI/AAAAAAAABq0/BrUFbs_zAwg/S220/Beauty1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3436/3941506577_aea9eb8fa0_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743234646200911062.post-9174250638770563888</id><published>2009-09-03T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T10:56:34.463-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Some Daily Stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Running Diaries'/><title type='text'>Taking that breath</title><content type='html'>It's so good to get back to the running track after 1 and a 1/2 weeks busying off else where in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Veen Dee tagged along to Botanical Gardens today. Of course she can't follow my routine, so both of us went on doing our own thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She left earlier and clipped a lovely note on my windscreen. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34009791@N08/3884962118/" title="SDC13740 by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2493/3884962118_51e23c0c3a.jpg" alt="SDC13740" width="425" height="325" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Veen Dee. That note made me happy. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;She called me a 'hawt stuff' because she complained nobody is looking at her when we were taking a walk together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I did a bit better for my speed training. But then everybody attributes the improvement towards my newly bought running shoes. Geeeeees. Can't even give me the compliment when I am actually the one doing the run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have time to take a photo to show u now cos I need to get to bed soon. (I will tell you why at the next paragraph)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am actually...erm...going...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...to Singapore again early tomorrow morning till Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not lying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so crazily hectic that it's not even funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From last week's trip to KL - Penang - Singapore - Penang - Singapore in exactly two week's time. From one seminar after another, I find it really hard to take a breath. I had to take a big gasp sometimes, so that I don't have to waste time breathing in twice. For the recent trip back from Singapore, I even had to go straight to college after touching down, had two classes, one extended, right after that, head to Gurney to do some consumer research assignment, made powerpoint slides during dinner and only get home at 10pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really. As much as I want to excel in life using the shortest time available, as much as I want to be that outstanding teenager people have ever met, as much as I want to be on the top where my peers would have to lift up their head to just look at me.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's so much better to be that ordinary teenager who leads and lives an ordinary life, who would catch up for a movie so very often, who would spend time doing nothing and feel bored sometimes, who never thinks about how successful and outstanding they want to be in future, who just want to really be an ordinary person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironically, tomorrow I will be going for a motivational seminar by Anthony Robbins if you know who, one of the World's most successful motivational speaker that holds the fire-walking seminar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not complaining cos I know what huge bucks a ticket of that seminar costs. I just want a place to release the stress and I know you will be there to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for being my faithful readers. :D I feel a lot better typing that out now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back, Up and Rolling for life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon ending this post, I just realise I havn't completed something my lecture had specially assigned me to. SHITTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/743234646200911062-9174250638770563888?l=chinfern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinfern.blogspot.com/feeds/9174250638770563888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=743234646200911062&amp;postID=9174250638770563888&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743234646200911062/posts/default/9174250638770563888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743234646200911062/posts/default/9174250638770563888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinfern.blogspot.com/2009/09/taking-that-breath.html' title='Taking that breath'/><author><name>Chin Fern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08673763245092193869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEvjFdwWTjA/SbPNVcTjWYI/AAAAAAAABq0/BrUFbs_zAwg/S220/Beauty1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2493/3884962118_51e23c0c3a_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743234646200911062.post-3340961773705089024</id><published>2009-08-31T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T18:39:34.677-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Out of Penang'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Workshop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Malaysia!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy 52th Merdeka!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34009791@N08/3874052677/" title="i&amp;lt;3MY by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2641/3874052677_2b21c94688.jpg" alt="i&amp;lt;3MY" width="385" height="305" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for being my country. I love you, Malaysia. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I wish to see you progress and bring the nation a better tomorrow! Let's work hard together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34009791@N08/3875412262/" title="kids by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3513/3875412262_329f0c0491.jpg" alt="kids" width="425" height="305" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm secretly a patriotic person at heart. I love my own country, really do and I am proud to be a Malaysian despite what people might think or say. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even went for a Merdeka countdown yesterday and I invited so many of my other friends and no one is free for me loh. Argh. Stupid shit. hahahha. Anyway I had a new friend to go together with me. So it's okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, from KL last week, I'm now in Singapore! I reached Penang from KL early Saturday morning, busily stayed at home for two days and departed to Singapore early in the morning today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm here for a Options Trading SEMINAR. Yeah. you hear me right. Seminar again. Hoho.It is held at a beautiful 5-star hotel and we are served some pretty food for tea time. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34009791@N08/3874619823/" title="mashcake by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2667/3874619823_872079a581.jpg" alt="mashcake" width="375" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Our tea-time were arranged in the way that is just one and a half hour after our late lunch. So when i was walking out from our seminar room, I told myself I must not eat anymore. But then when I walked passed that food tray, I couldn't resist those the tiny chocolate cakes topped with mini mashmallows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I ate. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Again.&lt;/span&gt; Gees. So much of deciding to lose some weight to improve my running. Gees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm now in my small hostel room blogging about this, on my double decker bed. It's my first time in this town hostel, not the best hostel I have ever stayed, but this nice little cosy room is enough to make me feel comfortable. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34009791@N08/3874653077/" title="room by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3588/3874653077_a1d7a5f8fc.jpg" alt="room" width="375" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the chandelier-like lamp. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to go to bed now. Laptop battery running super low. Eyelids weighing super heavy. Tomorrow have to wake up kinda early. GEES. Goodnight. Byebye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/743234646200911062-3340961773705089024?l=chinfern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinfern.blogspot.com/feeds/3340961773705089024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=743234646200911062&amp;postID=3340961773705089024&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743234646200911062/posts/default/3340961773705089024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743234646200911062/posts/default/3340961773705089024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinfern.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-birthday-malaysia.html' title='Happy Birthday Malaysia!'/><author><name>Chin Fern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08673763245092193869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEvjFdwWTjA/SbPNVcTjWYI/AAAAAAAABq0/BrUFbs_zAwg/S220/Beauty1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2641/3874052677_2b21c94688_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743234646200911062.post-8774890875272842006</id><published>2009-08-27T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T09:23:37.658-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shout out'/><title type='text'>Please don't</title><content type='html'>I thought I made my stands rather clear. I really thought I did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't be so nice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I........do not really appreciate it. Really. I am grateful for what you have done, but really I won't repay your generosity. I am not as simple a person as you may perceive me as. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how hard you try, I know I am really mean to say this, but really, no matter how hard you try, you are not gonna be at par and please don't ask me why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You really don't want to know the reason why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dislike to be the person who has to say 'No' to this kind of situation like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't be so nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop being so nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, really,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/743234646200911062-8774890875272842006?l=chinfern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinfern.blogspot.com/feeds/8774890875272842006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=743234646200911062&amp;postID=8774890875272842006&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743234646200911062/posts/default/8774890875272842006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743234646200911062/posts/default/8774890875272842006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinfern.blogspot.com/2009/08/please-dont.html' title='Please don&apos;t'/><author><name>Chin Fern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08673763245092193869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEvjFdwWTjA/SbPNVcTjWYI/AAAAAAAABq0/BrUFbs_zAwg/S220/Beauty1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743234646200911062.post-7969824541155265804</id><published>2009-08-22T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T10:56:25.023-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Some Daily Stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Running Diaries'/><title type='text'>Tomorrow is a Race Day</title><content type='html'>Yes, I'm going to a Race @ Chung Ling High School tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a 7.5km team race and our team is aiming for the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Power Gel,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34009791@N08/3845310965/" title="SDC13498edit by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2479/3845310965_4dfe56171c.jpg" alt="SDC13498edit" width="375" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Please pray that we win the race. I will definitely grant you your wish of eating you up if you grant me my wish, okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Fern :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I'm a lame ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I went to an awesome facial spa this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34009791@N08/3845310949/" title="SDC13478edit by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3509/3845310949_ee7e52512f.jpg" alt="SDC13478edit" width="425" height="325" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's too awesome I'm gonna blog about it so that you can go and experience this wonderful treat too! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum is bugging me to sleep now. She said: "If you want to go to the race tomorrow, go and sleep NOW, if not I'll lock you room door and will not let you out!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, mum. Okay. Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Power gel, don't forget our promise okay!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/743234646200911062-7969824541155265804?l=chinfern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinfern.blogspot.com/feeds/7969824541155265804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=743234646200911062&amp;postID=7969824541155265804&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743234646200911062/posts/default/7969824541155265804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743234646200911062/posts/default/7969824541155265804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinfern.blogspot.com/2009/08/tomorrow-is-race-day.html' title='Tomorrow is a Race Day'/><author><name>Chin Fern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08673763245092193869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEvjFdwWTjA/SbPNVcTjWYI/AAAAAAAABq0/BrUFbs_zAwg/S220/Beauty1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2479/3845310965_4dfe56171c_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743234646200911062.post-4042074508732355817</id><published>2009-08-19T04:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T13:26:26.849-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Awesome Family'/><title type='text'>Of Sunrays, Seaside and Sea</title><content type='html'>I knew my holiday was ending soon, and I knew I had to do something fun and relaxing before I go back to the routine of attending college. So one sunny day,  I decided to ask my mum and my favourite niece to have a play day by the beach! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh! not forgetting my cutest dog ever, Money, too! hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing I can say about beach except for its beauty and tranquility, even for that, it's self-explanatory. Going to the beach is always relaxing, recharging and happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm just gonna let the pictures do the talking okay? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;On the way there:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34009791@N08/3845791736/" title="SDC13384 by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3516/3845791736_348238caed.jpg" alt="SDC13384" width="375" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That ever awesome driver.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I'm not bragging. I love to drive and I am really a good driver. HAH. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(But that's unless I am not sleepy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Say HELLO to Money!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34009791@N08/3845791758/" title="SDC13374 by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2549/3845791758_52893e661a.jpg" alt="SDC13374" width="425" height="325" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazily cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34009791@N08/3845791754/" title="My dog kissing me by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3532/3845791754_a087197577.jpg" alt="My dog kissing me" width="375" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Money trying to kiss me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;At the beach:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34009791@N08/3845276458/" title="DSC00300 by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3544/3845276458_287e9846d2.jpg" alt="DSC00300" width="375" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aiya, take two! My Money looked away. Gees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34009791@N08/3844485823/" title="DSC00302 by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3483/3844485823_057ec6d3e2.jpg" alt="DSC00302" width="375" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfect.&lt;br /&gt;(except for my pimply forehead. GEES.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the sand play beyond generation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34009791@N08/3844486355/" title="Sand play by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2606/3844486355_469ca88380.jpg" alt="Sand play" width="375" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34009791@N08/3844486633/" title="Happy Trio under the Sun by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2565/3844486633_21a682f678.jpg" alt="Happy Trio under the Sun" width="375" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy-THREE-Friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the happiness in this photo. Especially my niece's, she's such a darling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite kid on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34009791@N08/3845075135/" title="fourinone by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2511/3845075135_eefdf33b44.jpg" alt="fourinone" width="368" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my favourite person on earth, EVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34009791@N08/3845276984/" title="DSC00304 by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3455/3845276984_129d9967b4.jpg" alt="DSC00304" width="375" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥♥♥ Mum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We brought yummy yums there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34009791@N08/3849552800/" title="eggtuna by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2427/3849552800_6b1203dd64.jpg" alt="eggtuna" width="425" height="310" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Potato salad made by me (and is really the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;bestttttttt&lt;/span&gt; on earth, I am not lying) and my mum's Tuna sandwich. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34009791@N08/3845791782/" title="DSC00402 by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2636/3845791782_ef7e58feee.jpg" alt="DSC00402" width="375" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That silly dog just can't give us a break. She either barking for food or barking for cuddling and accompanyment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34009791@N08/3844487067/" title="DSC00326 by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2452/3844487067_b34946d68e.jpg" alt="DSC00326" width="375" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34009791@N08/3882354688/" title="Untitled by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2619/3882354688_72f6849800.jpg" alt="" width="375" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34009791@N08/3881557685/" title="Re-lax by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3437/3881557685_c21281508e.jpg" alt="Re-lax" width="375" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34009791@N08/3882355488/" title="Innocence's happiness by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2421/3882355488_06c7e91bc8.jpg" alt="Innocence's happiness" width="375" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Innocence's happiness.&lt;br /&gt;My niece was enthusiastically building a sand mermaid tail for me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Kiss Goodbye:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34009791@N08/3845791772/" title="Scrotching Passion by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2667/3845791772_358bf76b6d.jpg" alt="Scrotching Passion" width="375" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scorching Passion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It was definitely a wonderful beach day, that brought me happiness and fun: to find myself playing under sun; to run on the sandy beach; and to splash on some salty sea water. Nature can never be anymore perfect than ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Btw, Beside the first 3 photos, the rest are just taken by my handphone. My camera die on me when I was using it, I had no choice towards that alternative. Anyway it still turned out good, I had a very happy day though it was short and I didn't really get the tan I wanted. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/743234646200911062-4042074508732355817?l=chinfern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinfern.blogspot.com/feeds/4042074508732355817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=743234646200911062&amp;postID=4042074508732355817&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743234646200911062/posts/default/4042074508732355817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743234646200911062/posts/default/4042074508732355817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinfern.blogspot.com/2009/08/of-sunrays-seaside-and-sea.html' title='Of Sunrays, Seaside and Sea'/><author><name>Chin Fern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08673763245092193869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEvjFdwWTjA/SbPNVcTjWYI/AAAAAAAABq0/BrUFbs_zAwg/S220/Beauty1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3516/3845791736_348238caed_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743234646200911062.post-8172337731799494890</id><published>2009-08-17T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T13:07:58.820-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Some Daily Stuff'/><title type='text'>Hello again KDU!</title><content type='html'>So yes, my holiday has ended (deep sigh) and getting back to college means I will not have enough to spend if the day still stays only 24 hours per day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for those who like to know, I'm taking these subjects this semester:&lt;br /&gt;i. Multimedia and Web Development &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(means html codes and CSS kinda thing, I have learnt a bit and I'm really enjoying it. Sometimes headache-ing, but it's really fun and challenging.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ii. Consumer Behaviour &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(just as the name says, we study on the why-s and how-s you make your initiative of purchase)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iii. News Writing for Electronic Media &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(means making and producing TV &amp;amp; Radio Commercials, filming, recording and editting stuff.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iv. Desktop Publishing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(designing brochures, pamphlets. My head goes round and round everytime it comes to designing @.@)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(besides the designing part) &lt;/span&gt;Mass Comm in KDU is so much fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I reckon my schedule will get even tighter and packed because 3 of the subjects are heavily coursework based.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus every other things I have in hand, my college friends will hate me more for always turning them down when they asked me out. Hmmmm. I'm too busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I kept seeing a nuffnang advertisement of Lux Masquerade Queen Search appearing in blogs, so I went to check out that event on Sunday @ Queensbay Mall, which also happened to be the last day of the event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be eligible for the search, you will need to spend RM30 on their product, get free makeover on the spot and a free self portrait. Pretty good deal, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, makeover time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34009791@N08/3840702108/" title="DSC00447 by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3452/3840702108_893b579703.jpg" alt="DSC00447" width="375" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally think make-up was done quite half-heartedly. The colour was too pale for my skin and it looked too 'pastel-like' for my eyes without any mascara or eyeliner applied. The make-up artist spent more time on my lips than on my one eye. *roll eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. My hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm never 'fit' for strong curls, either it makes me look too mature in a bad way or I will just look weird. But the hairstylist made my hair curly. Bah. Whatever shit. So the whole photo shoot didn't turn out too well anyway. I'm just not a 'curls' person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe she's not good at doing it. hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34009791@N08/3840702604/" title="DSC00450 by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3576/3840702604_23d75c60b4.jpg" alt="DSC00450" width="375" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that two flops of fringe of mine. Gees. The rest of the hair was styled fluffy and she left out that two flops of fringe. Not very good job done loh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very not good actually. The photo outcome was bad. I had to choose the best out from the worst. Damm it. My photogenic element losing out its shine. Haha. No thanks to the makeover: pale makeup, unsuitable hairdo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34009791@N08/3837691150/" title="DSC00454edit by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2578/3837691150_fa4ce83fd3.jpg" alt="DSC00454edit" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoho. You think I am gonna show you? Wait long long, it's too ugly to be out in the streets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway it's just 30 bucks, so, whatever it is. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, ask me what happen to my photo quality! Gees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Samsung camera spoiled! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;For the umpteenth times already!&lt;/span&gt; I had to use my camera phone under dim light condition, that's why the noise in the photo and the poor quality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of all times, it chose to spoil on the day I go to the beach (I will blog about this!), under no condition. I was trying to turn it on and it just hanged there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya, so seriously, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; get Samsung camera. I don't know why I buy in that salesman's sales pitch at that time anyway, although I was in PC Fair with so many other good camera choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, it wasn't a handsome young man who was selling to me. I just don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, since you have been good readers of my blog, Ok lah, fine. Here it is, the Masquesrade photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34009791@N08/3836900353/" title="DSC00455edit by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3530/3836900353_19070c2735.jpg" alt="DSC00455edit" width="375" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think I am complaining too much like some girls who will scream to delete every other shots you took with her in your digital camera or handphone, or complain how fat she looks in every other photo when she owns the best body many other girls would kill for, or untag themselves in your facebook album because they smiled half an inch too wide..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am NOT this kind of irritable freak. I am actually one often praise myself too much and if I don't, probably I fall a sick or something, my friends would not get used to it if I don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, I think this is a bad photo and I have taken many other random shots of me which look a lot better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah, whatever it is, Lux body shampoo still smells nice and fragant. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/743234646200911062-8172337731799494890?l=chinfern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinfern.blogspot.com/feeds/8172337731799494890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=743234646200911062&amp;postID=8172337731799494890&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743234646200911062/posts/default/8172337731799494890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743234646200911062/posts/default/8172337731799494890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinfern.blogspot.com/2009/08/hello-again-kdu.html' title='Hello again KDU!'/><author><name>Chin Fern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08673763245092193869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEvjFdwWTjA/SbPNVcTjWYI/AAAAAAAABq0/BrUFbs_zAwg/S220/Beauty1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3452/3840702108_893b579703_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743234646200911062.post-44155783017959074</id><published>2009-08-16T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T11:52:31.012-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shout out'/><title type='text'>can you update please. gees.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*Update: FINALLY UPDATE PEEPS. SCROLL DOWN. :) I'm so glad I have updated. Took me soooo long. Plus one beautiful Project 365 photo below after it too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrry. I just feel a bit kinda lazy to update. :((((((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stopped at my yet-to-be published entry like 2 hours and didnt manage to form the sentence and typed out a proper story about my hiking trip last week. ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i know why i takes me one and half year to reach 10,000 plus views in my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must be because TOMORROW'S COLLEGE REOPENING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's goes my holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I'll try my best to update in college tomorrow. Heh. See youuuu!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/743234646200911062-44155783017959074?l=chinfern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinfern.blogspot.com/feeds/44155783017959074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=743234646200911062&amp;postID=44155783017959074&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743234646200911062/posts/default/44155783017959074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743234646200911062/posts/default/44155783017959074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinfern.blogspot.com/2009/08/can-you-update-please-gees.html' title='can you update please. gees.'/><author><name>Chin Fern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08673763245092193869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEvjFdwWTjA/SbPNVcTjWYI/AAAAAAAABq0/BrUFbs_zAwg/S220/Beauty1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743234646200911062.post-7182384171835713970</id><published>2009-08-15T01:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T11:01:30.189-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Running Diaries'/><title type='text'>That Deadly Hike</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I decided to follow my hiking friends for waterfall lookout on a beautiful Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;" I was happily making that leap to that space which was seemingly stable and was able to accommodate me, at the same time, both hands were left free as there weren't any strong rooted thin branch for me to hold on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But as soon as I put my weight on my leaped left foot, it only dawned on me that I was relying on just loose soil. It cascaded at an instant. I lost balance and slipped and tumbled down the steep trail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;At this point of time, all support I had was on my two hands grabbing on to a root or something I couldn't remember exactly what it is that is entrenched within the soil; If I were to lose my strength on any hands.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I still have my other hand to support lah. (Hee, yes, thank you, I know I am lame)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A lady that was behind was dumbfounded, didn't know what to say, couldn't decide what to do. I tried my level best to pushed myself up but the soil kept sagging once I stepped on it. One of my friend, who is an avid offroad hiker, immediately hopped down the steep track and helped pushed me up from behind. I pulled myself up and placed myself back on a stable land.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So, there I was,  picking my life back up and laughing silly-ly at my clumsiness, at the same time, scared the hell out of my friends.&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That happened on my 2nd level of trail hiking. Adventurous life-challenging piece of shit. Haha. Not really that deadly also lah, I'm just exaggerating at my entry's title. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first portion offroad trail up was very very fun indeed although most of the time we have to bend down to walk so that we won't knock our heads on some overgrown branches. Also because my friend led us the to the 'trail less taken' and the natural setting is quite untouched therefore, we would have some crooked sticks, ungroomed and thorny plants brushing through and left marks on our legs to make us..hmmm..extra sexy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(That's unless you agree that scratch-ish legs are sexy, that I don't and won't understand why)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34009791@N08/3833626491/" title="scratch 1 by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2535/3833626491_8a07c30a5c.jpg" alt="scratch 1" width="375" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Scritch-Scratch-Scrotch&lt;/span&gt; and a bruise on my right knee cap that I don't know how I got it. Poor leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;However, when we reached the waterfall lookout, what we endured from our journey was all worth-while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was sooooo beautiful and breath-taking and you would suddenly forget you are actually still in Penang. The white bold water rushed down from the very top, emitting the freshest scent of natural water. The sprinkles of the infinite tiny water droplets on the skin liven up every single tired cells. Such undiscovered treasure at a hidden corner of your humble island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have any photos with me because I think if I were to take it with my camera phone, I will have done injustice to its beauty. (Then later I realised, my camera phone isn't that bad. Damm. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I shouldn't have underestimate it's [or anybody's] ability&lt;/span&gt;. Life lesson learnt.=) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34009791@N08/3836715291/" title="penangwaterfall by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2467/3836715291_23eab06999.jpg" alt="penangwaterfall" width="425" height="332" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A picture taken from the internet to give you a hint of its beauty. I promise to make a second trip to take more beautiful photos of her. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The entire hiking trip, to compress into a sentence: It made my 3-week holiday whole. It was like a planned hiking trip to a new place to discover nature's beauty and I got it all here, in this wonderful island of my own very Penang. I could be ranting how I only spend my holiday in Penang, which is really not something I expected, but this hike successfully satisfied my 'holiday' desire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, no thanks to that hiking trip, my shoes were unsightly dirty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34009791@N08/3833627659/" title="dirty shoes 1 by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3576/3833627659_231962ed02.jpg" alt="dirty shoes 1" width="425" height="325" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Mainly due to the near-to-death slipped and rain in the morning that made the soil slightly saggy and loose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Life lesson # 2: If you don't want to heighten your possibility of losing your life during a offroad hiking trip (I could be exaggerating though), DON'T hike after a rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34009791@N08/3833627253/" title="torn bit by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2563/3833627253_cd65196eb8.jpg" alt="torn bit" width="425" height="325" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See that torn bit? Thanks to the hike too! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I get to buy new shoes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Yeay!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Bracketed &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yeay&lt;/span&gt; in case my parents decided that I have to pay for my own new sports shoes, then it won't be so much of a happy yeay.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/743234646200911062-7182384171835713970?l=chinfern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinfern.blogspot.com/feeds/7182384171835713970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=743234646200911062&amp;postID=7182384171835713970&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743234646200911062/posts/default/7182384171835713970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743234646200911062/posts/default/7182384171835713970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinfern.blogspot.com/2009/08/that-deadly-hike.html' title='That Deadly Hike'/><author><name>Chin Fern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08673763245092193869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEvjFdwWTjA/SbPNVcTjWYI/AAAAAAAABq0/BrUFbs_zAwg/S220/Beauty1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2535/3833626491_8a07c30a5c_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743234646200911062.post-5108390538376926744</id><published>2009-08-12T23:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T11:51:32.096-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Project 365'/><title type='text'>Catch that Dream</title><content type='html'>Day # (Still unorganised T_T Soreee) of Project 365&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34009791@N08/3837721188/" title="Catch that Dream by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2450/3837721188_d719c7c3b8.jpg" alt="Catch that Dream" width="375" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catch that Dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may be seemed very far and unrealistic now, but if you persist long and hard enough,&lt;br /&gt;one day, you will own that extraordinarily colourful dream.&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/743234646200911062-5108390538376926744?l=chinfern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinfern.blogspot.com/feeds/5108390538376926744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=743234646200911062&amp;postID=5108390538376926744&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743234646200911062/posts/default/5108390538376926744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743234646200911062/posts/default/5108390538376926744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinfern.blogspot.com/2009/08/catch-that-dream.html' title='Catch that Dream'/><author><name>Chin Fern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08673763245092193869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEvjFdwWTjA/SbPNVcTjWYI/AAAAAAAABq0/BrUFbs_zAwg/S220/Beauty1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2450/3837721188_d719c7c3b8_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743234646200911062.post-9220143939148017800</id><published>2009-08-10T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T01:59:30.677-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shout out'/><title type='text'>flikr flikr flikr flikr flikr flikr</title><content type='html'>I really want to update my blog. Really really want to. But flikr isn't working. I don't understand why. I can't upload my photos onto the site. =(((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry. I really want to. I know you might be sien with the Happy Koi photo already. =( Argh. Blame flikr la, can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;flikr, I love you, PLEASE WORK okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*UPDATE&lt;br /&gt;I used the basic uploader and it worked! Scroll down for updates! You will be very happy to see the update. :)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(it's about my Money dog)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/743234646200911062-9220143939148017800?l=chinfern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinfern.blogspot.com/feeds/9220143939148017800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=743234646200911062&amp;postID=9220143939148017800&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743234646200911062/posts/default/9220143939148017800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743234646200911062/posts/default/9220143939148017800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinfern.blogspot.com/2009/08/flikr-flikr-flikr-flikr-flikr-flikr.html' title='flikr flikr flikr flikr flikr flikr'/><author><name>Chin Fern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08673763245092193869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEvjFdwWTjA/SbPNVcTjWYI/AAAAAAAABq0/BrUFbs_zAwg/S220/Beauty1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743234646200911062.post-5572487020004532922</id><published>2009-08-09T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T02:44:15.971-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Awesome Family'/><title type='text'>The Dog @ Bath</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Being readers of my blog, I decided to reward you all something very nice for the eyes to see this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You for all the support that you have given to this blog and I'm so happy I have (FINALLY) reached over 10, 000 views (in one and a half year's time -.- very slow and lame lo actually) and this is the gift that I'm gonna splurge you all on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will show you the photos of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;someone bathing&lt;/span&gt;. (did i just see your eyes sparkle?GEES.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait. not someone, should be some&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dog&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Money Dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;More stories about my dog, click &lt;a href="http://chinfern.blogspot.com/2008/12/shes-pom-shes-money.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not been blogging anything about her, since she first came to our family. She has all the while been the princess and gem at our home, everybody loves her like crazy. Everyone that comes to our house loves her, anyone that sees her loves her, if anytime I bring her out, she'll grab all the attention that I am supposed to get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GEES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she's at bath, she's even cuter than ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34009791@N08/3810096419/" title="Bath 1 by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3543/3810096419_16030e2bdb.jpg" alt="Bath 1" width="375" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34009791@N08/3810914826/" title="Bath 2 by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2462/3810914826_a3b541aa0f.jpg" alt="Bath 2" width="375" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34009791@N08/3811113822/" title="Bath 3 by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2547/3811113822_a66f39e07c.jpg" alt="Bath 3" width="375" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's tooooooo cute right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's more! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34009791@N08/3811113824/" title="Bath 4 by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2510/3811113824_1b6454825b.jpg" alt="Bath 4" width="375" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad and mum bathing her. (so romantic for what. haha.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34009791@N08/3811130108/" title="Bath 4 by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2570/3811130108_79c3bf730f.jpg" alt="Bath 4" width="375" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pail she is in now...used to be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my house rubbish bin. =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i swear it's already super duper clean now! No traces of rubbish or the smell anymore. You can come and check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Day # of Project 365 &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(I have yet to organise my Project 365 =S)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34009791@N08/3811130102/" title="Anticipation by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2585/3811130102_9063a25d24.jpg" alt="Anticipation" width="425" height="325" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anticipation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wonders what's coming up next. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34009791@N08/3811130114/" title="Bath 5 by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2553/3811130114_474afb5a73.jpg" alt="Bath 5" width="425" height="325" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last wash on your small lil butt and you are done! Just stay there okay! Haiyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Next, Blow-dry time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34009791@N08/3811130122/" title="Hair dry 1 by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3566/3811130122_e9c93054af.jpg" alt="Hair dry 1" width="425" height="325" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That black thing that emits strong constant hot air is her biggest enemy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She dislikes that hair dryer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34009791@N08/3811130132/" title="Hair dryer 2 by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3509/3811130132_ab9715b7a9.jpg" alt="Hair dryer 2" width="376" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See what I mean? She really hates it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I think inside her heart she always prayed that she's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;botak&lt;/span&gt; (bald) then we don't have to use hair dryer to dry her up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her coat is long and thick. We need to blow it for a while, comb it a little to separate the cluttered hair, blow again and comb again and blow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It always takes around an hour just to make her clean and dry. Gees. Expensive dog. I don't even take 5 mins to bathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nola, siao. i'm just lying. I don't know how long I take but definitely more than 5 mins okaay. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34009791@N08/3810414661/" title="Fluff 1 by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3432/3810414661_024c410fca.jpg" alt="Fluff 1" width="375" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, she's done bathing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I hate that expression of her. Makes my parents pity her and give her food that she's not supposed to take. She's no.1 actress okay. Gees. Can go and try her luck at some Hollywood Award already. Aiyoyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34009791@N08/3810414665/" title="Fluff 2 by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2461/3810414665_27d006b60f.jpg" alt="Fluff 2" width="425" height="325" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Money dog. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Her name is really MONEY if you don't know yet. Hehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love love love you Money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you very much for the joy you have bring to our family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(By that I mean both literally, the dog and the $$)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/743234646200911062-5572487020004532922?l=chinfern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinfern.blogspot.com/feeds/5572487020004532922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=743234646200911062&amp;postID=5572487020004532922&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743234646200911062/posts/default/5572487020004532922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743234646200911062/posts/default/5572487020004532922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinfern.blogspot.com/2009/08/dog-bath.html' title='The Dog @ Bath'/><author><name>Chin Fern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08673763245092193869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEvjFdwWTjA/SbPNVcTjWYI/AAAAAAAABq0/BrUFbs_zAwg/S220/Beauty1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3543/3810096419_16030e2bdb_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743234646200911062.post-6462362067029024671</id><published>2009-08-04T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T10:48:14.833-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Project 365'/><title type='text'>Happy Koi</title><content type='html'>I'm an unhappy kid right this very moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten fingers-clinched, making the wish to be a very happy kid tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This photo does not reflect my current feeling but this really is the photo of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Project 365&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34009791@N08/3788649003/" title="Koi by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2661/3788649003_a1e69d8de7.jpg" alt="Koi" width="375" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Koi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Dear Koi,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Please sprinkle me some magic powder and hope that I won't fall back to the same unhappiness again tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Fern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/743234646200911062-6462362067029024671?l=chinfern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinfern.blogspot.com/feeds/6462362067029024671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=743234646200911062&amp;postID=6462362067029024671&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743234646200911062/posts/default/6462362067029024671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743234646200911062/posts/default/6462362067029024671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinfern.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-koi.html' title='Happy Koi'/><author><name>Chin Fern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08673763245092193869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEvjFdwWTjA/SbPNVcTjWYI/AAAAAAAABq0/BrUFbs_zAwg/S220/Beauty1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2661/3788649003_a1e69d8de7_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743234646200911062.post-2160425941591142878</id><published>2009-07-31T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T12:08:16.278-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Running Diaries'/><title type='text'>Torn between two lovers</title><content type='html'>Holiday has been greeeat! Not like I have been any for an adventurous 'runaway' nor am I planning one. At least, I am not living life out of boredom and I seem to have quite some things to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am still running &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kinda&lt;/span&gt; often. I still love running very much. But I have one worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A worry that I think most females are very concern and critical about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thighs! I think my thighs are seriously getting chunkier because of that, as in because I run &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kinda&lt;/span&gt; too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want have such chunky muscular thighs, at the same time, I can't quit running. I love both of them: I love having sleeky legs (which is a bit impossible, but at least not so chunky) and I love running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, if I run so frequently, I would not have my 'sleeky' legs; and if I want to have the sleeky legs, I would miss running badly. ARGH. Seriously, why am I born with slightly bigger thighs in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;csjfrbvJYFJVLkhkjf769-8;ethguhasejnv;ehagh3892u579028u5hegf#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I will just continue to run and pray hard everyday that my thighs will not grow any bigger and at the same time, tone and shape up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please please please dear God please help me. You've made it possible for other female athletes, to have that hot pair of legs, why not me? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was at a Nike store few days ago and I found this super duper cool T-shirt that i'm so 'connected' with! So I wanna share my joy and excitement of the T-shirt here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34009791@N08/3775784926/" title="The T-shirt from Nike by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2581/3775784926_dac2d885d6.jpg" alt="The T-shirt from Nike" width="375" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I haven't met a boy I couldn't beat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I really mean it. Haha. I'm not that yeng yet. Hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I really really like this T-shirt! Seriously crazily and I'm not exaggerating. But due to the 'over-pricing' of all Nike's products, I decided not to splurge on this. But then I SERIOUSLY LIKE IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buy for me if you want to make my day. hahahhahahahahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Insanity strikes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/743234646200911062-2160425941591142878?l=chinfern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinfern.blogspot.com/feeds/2160425941591142878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=743234646200911062&amp;postID=2160425941591142878&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743234646200911062/posts/default/2160425941591142878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743234646200911062/posts/default/2160425941591142878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinfern.blogspot.com/2009/07/torn-between-two-lovers.html' title='Torn between two lovers'/><author><name>Chin Fern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08673763245092193869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEvjFdwWTjA/SbPNVcTjWYI/AAAAAAAABq0/BrUFbs_zAwg/S220/Beauty1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2581/3775784926_dac2d885d6_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743234646200911062.post-9100702780625979176</id><published>2009-07-28T11:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T12:28:25.286-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><title type='text'>Places, People, Structure and a Beautiful Reward</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My first individual assignment for Photo Communication class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were supposed to go as a class, but I couldn't make it for the trip &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(must be because of seminar, haha)&lt;/span&gt;, therefore, I went alone for this shoot and it was definitely interesting setting out on my maiden photo shooting trip, solo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theme: Places, People, Structure&lt;br /&gt;Location: Campbell Street&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34009791@N08/3766614596/" title="Places People Structure cover by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2516/3766614596_36f167f335.jpg" alt="Places People Structure cover" width="425" height="325" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Enjoy! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34009791@N08/3516211714/" title="Chinese Vintage by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3335/3516211714_bf74d30d15.jpg" alt="Chinese Vintage" width="375" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chinese Vintage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The classic-oriental before-war architecture with an accidental mixed up of Western cowboy saloon bar flipping door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34009791@N08/3516325918/" title="Where'd you go? I miss you so. by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3539/3516325918_3bc1fa47f5.jpg" alt="Where'd you go? I miss you so." width="375" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have lost count of the years you’d left.&lt;br /&gt;Where’d you go? I miss you so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34009791@N08/3516327368/" title="Abandonment by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3367/3516327368_b4f5f78ca3.jpg" alt="Abandonment" width="375" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Abandonment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw an old building concealed to a height that is beyond me. I tipped toe to peep through the eyehole and all I saw was merely another ugly side of the society; burnt, ignorance and abandonment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my favourite photo of all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34009791@N08/3515517625/" title="The yellow lamp by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3336/3515517625_f0dab8252a.jpg" alt="The yellow lamp" width="425" height="325" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The yellow lamp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under the lamp is where the mahjong snaps; under the lamp is where our old times click.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This last photo actually took me a lot of courage to take it. My first attempt of gathering the courage to ask for the permission to take their photo didn't work out, I walk to and fro in front of the wooden house and didn't dare to do it because I think one of the man looked too fierce and I decided I should go home now because I have enough of good photos already. One additional photo will not make a difference, it would be tougher during photo selection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way walking back to my car, I knew so well that I would go home in regrets and I would think about the failed attempt all day long, even after I have submitted my assignment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want that. Therefore, I decided to drive my car to that house, gather my courage, took a very deep breath.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Immediately 'stomp' out of my car, went directly to the group of friends and ask for my permission. I did everything in a continuous flow of chain, not allowing any room in my mind to form my negative thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I did it&lt;/span&gt;! And that's how you could see that beautiful photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least, it's very beautiful to me. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/743234646200911062-9100702780625979176?l=chinfern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinfern.blogspot.com/feeds/9100702780625979176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=743234646200911062&amp;postID=9100702780625979176&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743234646200911062/posts/default/9100702780625979176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743234646200911062/posts/default/9100702780625979176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinfern.blogspot.com/2009/07/places-people-structure-and-beautiful.html' title='Places, People, Structure and a Beautiful Reward'/><author><name>Chin Fern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08673763245092193869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEvjFdwWTjA/SbPNVcTjWYI/AAAAAAAABq0/BrUFbs_zAwg/S220/Beauty1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2516/3766614596_36f167f335_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743234646200911062.post-3498855749597551688</id><published>2009-07-26T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T11:20:01.986-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shout out'/><title type='text'>Hello Holiday!</title><content type='html'>Of course you've guess right that I finished my exam since long ago, and wondering why have i not updated my blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe, you are used to it and don't even care. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished my exam on Wednesday morning and I felt as happy as I could. haha. Another semester has ended, my 3-week holiday is starting from that very moment. Free-time sounds extra sexy suddenly. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The semester have been great! Super duper awesome in fact. We had Photo Communication, Radio Production, Organisational Communication and Copywriting. I couldn't enjoy myself more and I reckon that would be the best ever semester I would have had for my entire course. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the exams havn't been so great. Haha. Not like it's very tough but I think I didn't not put in enough effort and I took them too easy, since I got some fairly 'presentable' marks for my practical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second day of my exam, I had two subjects inline. Two of my favourite subjects, Photo Communication and Radio Production. It was definitely not an easy task, since, I always study the night before. (I know it's super bad, but ARGH! I tried getting rid of it, it only worked for a while)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course a lack of sleep serve me well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell asleep in my test. I was writing and writing and I started to rest my head on my arm and I continued writing and writing and w..r...i..t...i..........n.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily I managed to wake up in a few minutes time and of course I managed to finish my paper in a rush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I immediately headed to the library right after and start studying for my next subject. The information all got twist-and-turned and criss-and-cross I can't even properly identify the right answer that I should right for my next paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Project 365&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34009791@N08/3765460653/" title="Haywired by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2473/3765460653_9f003b510c.jpg" alt="Haywired" width="375" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Haywired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That photo shows exact how my brain went when I was transmitting every words on my notes to my brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah, I think as I am writing this blog post, my mind also a bit haywired. Gees. I feel like I'm writing all over the place and some boring irrelevant stuff but at least I add one more photo to my rusty and dusty Project 365.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have plans to do some ammendment to my blog this holiday. (omg. 3 weeks. please bring me somewhere to do something, now that I'm on holiday, so super free, I don't have any seminar to attend. =S )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to change my blog template or blogskin or whatever you may call it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to make sure my Project 365 is up to date&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Ok, those two major things would probably take me ages to even start doing it already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woohooo. Wish me luck. I'll update more soon! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/743234646200911062-3498855749597551688?l=chinfern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinfern.blogspot.com/feeds/3498855749597551688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=743234646200911062&amp;postID=3498855749597551688&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743234646200911062/posts/default/3498855749597551688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743234646200911062/posts/default/3498855749597551688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinfern.blogspot.com/2009/07/hello-holiday.html' title='Hello Holiday!'/><author><name>Chin Fern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08673763245092193869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEvjFdwWTjA/SbPNVcTjWYI/AAAAAAAABq0/BrUFbs_zAwg/S220/Beauty1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2473/3765460653_9f003b510c_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743234646200911062.post-2675001298929634499</id><published>2009-07-17T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T07:58:27.678-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Out of Penang'/><title type='text'>Shop-shop Singapore</title><content type='html'>I'm now in Singapore!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(when actually my exam starts next Monday at 3.30pm and I'm just gonna reach Penang by 12 noon. I think I am mad)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm alone in my nice, small yet cozy hostel cos my mum and her friends went out for some happy joyful fun and yummy dinner in town while I stayed back to study for my copywriting exam on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still a good kid. :)&lt;br /&gt;But, Argh exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But but, for the entire afternoon, we have been out shopping in the city and I &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;guiltily and happily&lt;/span&gt; bought two dresses and two pairs of shoes.(And my dad shouldn't be let known okay! ) Before I came to Singapore, I have already told myself NOT TO BUY anything. The most I can go is WINDOW SHOP and that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little voice in me turning upside down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mixed emotions and I'm in a dilemma in picking only one cos I love my purchases but I doubt I have space in my wardrobe anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geeeeeeeeeeeeees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S My dad SHALL NOT be let known of the truth that I bought things in Singapore, moreover TWO FRICKIN' pairs of shoes, cos like I said congested wardrobe. He wouldn't know if I wear it later on and act as if that's my old pair of shoes. So, shhh....keep quiet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now back to studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gees.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/743234646200911062-2675001298929634499?l=chinfern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinfern.blogspot.com/feeds/2675001298929634499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=743234646200911062&amp;postID=2675001298929634499&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743234646200911062/posts/default/2675001298929634499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743234646200911062/posts/default/2675001298929634499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinfern.blogspot.com/2009/07/shop-shop-singapore.html' title='Shop-shop Singapore'/><author><name>Chin Fern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08673763245092193869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEvjFdwWTjA/SbPNVcTjWYI/AAAAAAAABq0/BrUFbs_zAwg/S220/Beauty1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743234646200911062.post-3616152322957614636</id><published>2009-07-14T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T09:40:15.112-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Project 365'/><title type='text'>Little India, through the lens</title><content type='html'>The week where we learnt about photojournalism in our photo communication class, we had an assignment on the photo shoot field trip to Penang's very own Little India @ King Street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day started off a bit cloudy. I feared that the photo shoot might not work out too well as planned. Anyhow, we set out taking photographs right after we reached the amusingly colourful streets of Little India.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I walk along, my mind kept twisting around, while my hands were holding my camera stably. At that instant, my ‘perfectionist’ character came back to play, trying to figure out the perfect shot I can capture along the narrow streets. But that’s where the problem sank in, the more perfect I wanted to be, the less perfect my photos turned out to be. I kept questioning myself why are my photos so ordinary?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34009791@N08/3726734687/" title="Culturally sexy by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2472/3726734687_b38922c3e4.jpg" alt="Culturally sexy" width="325" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Culturally sexy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Suddenly, the weather turned gloomy and gradually droplets of rain started falling. I was still trying to search for the ‘inspiration’, through the drizzles. I looked around and I realized, as the day become darker due to the rainy weather, the colour at Little India never changes. It still remained so flamboyant and cheerful, the culture of Indian still held on so strongly, despite they unwelcoming weather. It is something like the scene in Malaysia. As far as we do not want to admit openly, the privilege of the Indian community is really marginalized in the society. But they still hold on to their principles and culture strongly, they still fight for the right to be in this very nation. The signs and traces of colourful bangles and beautiful saress never leave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34009791@N08/3726728587/" title="Golden Traces by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2504/3726728587_a6bde76cff.jpg" alt="Golden Traces" width="373" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Golden Traces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I continued strolling, I was walking passed a T-junction and I casually turned back to see whether I missed anything interesting. My eyes were browsing through the place and they stopped at a Chinese handicapped beggar at the corner of the road. I stopped to observe. Many passerby walked passed him, did not bother showing any mercy while he looked towards their directions. Occasionally, some soft-hearted people will take out a few &lt;i style=""&gt;sens&lt;/i&gt; to give it to him, but most of the time, people just walked through his shadows. Somehow I felt his helplessness in the eyes behind his old pair of spectacles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34009791@N08/3727533094/" title="Shattered Heart by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2446/3727533094_c88d8d9d62.jpg" alt="Shattered Heart" width="420" height="316" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Shattered Heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-size:100%;"&gt;In Little India, beside the ubiquitous saree and jewellery shops, are the food stalls, selling nuts, peas and candies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34009791@N08/3727537710/" title="Of peas and nuts by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3493/3727537710_048951ccac.jpg" alt="Of peas and nuts" width="397" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The whole group of us were standing and hanging around his nutty-pea-ty-candy-y stall, and I find it really hard to detect this slightest smile. I tried giving it to him first and he gave me a little nod and a teeny weeny bit of smile, still learning how to smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-size:100%;"&gt;However, besides the nutty guy, the one most beautiful thing about Little India is the people wear a contented happy smile on their face most of the time. They might just have a pathetic number of customers to their stalls, but they serve with a grateful heart. They welcome the visitors into their shop open-heartedly. You might just be someone who just happened to walk passed their stalls finding out what are they selling or offering, but to them, you are the person who has lighted up their rainy day with the slightest glimpse of sunray. They have adapted to the ‘no-sales-today’ kind of life, as long as they receive a smile from you, they have actually made the sales for the day. Easy, simple and happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34009791@N08/3727536462/" title="Generation’s Determination by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2555/3727536462_15c5d38b21.jpg" alt="Generation’s Determination" width="375" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Happy Smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we were leaving the place, Veen Dee and Esther walked passed a Indian florist stall. They stopped to choose and buy the flowers, while I was taking photos of the beautiful flowers on sale. After they paid for the flowers, I was still snapping the photos of the flowers. Then suddenly, the Indian florist handed me a loose bouquet of red carnation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Day # 31 of Project 365&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34009791@N08/3721184328/" title="The Modelling Flowers by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3491/3721184328_33272a9585.jpg" alt="The Modelling Flowers" width="375" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Modelling Flower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;As I blankly looked at him, he hand signaled me a 'camera snapping' action, telling me to take photos with these bunch of flowers that he just passed to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flowers were given intentionally for a photo, so, tell me, how can this not be the photo of the day? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He took back the bouquet of flower after the snap, headed over to an old refrigerator and took out a flower bit (i called it flower bit cos i don't know what's it's called, i asked people, i searched in the internet, and no attempt were successful) for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I show you want I meant by flower bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34009791@N08/3727635226/" title="Petals by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2662/3727635226_ba30238369.jpg" alt="Petals" width="425" height="305" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As in just the 'head' of a stalk of flower. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so Esther was asking: 'Yer, why we don't have one? Why only she have?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He didn't know what to respond and was scratching his head, smiling diffidently not knowing what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, such cute Indian florist. First is the carnation then is the 'flower bit'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He just made my day when I was dreading the fact that I havn't took enough good photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonderful. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/743234646200911062-3616152322957614636?l=chinfern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinfern.blogspot.com/feeds/3616152322957614636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=743234646200911062&amp;postID=3616152322957614636&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743234646200911062/posts/default/3616152322957614636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743234646200911062/posts/default/3616152322957614636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinfern.blogspot.com/2009/07/little-india-through-lens.html' title='Little India, through the lens'/><author><name>Chin Fern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08673763245092193869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEvjFdwWTjA/SbPNVcTjWYI/AAAAAAAABq0/BrUFbs_zAwg/S220/Beauty1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2472/3726734687_b38922c3e4_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743234646200911062.post-3724583925341476246</id><published>2009-07-12T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T11:31:42.596-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Out of Penang'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Workshop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shout out'/><title type='text'>Ageing</title><content type='html'>The past week was crazzzzily hectic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Monday and Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;: Live Radio Show (Oh! It was fun. I'll blog about it one day, hopefully I can allocate time soon!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;: Submission for Copywriting project (plus lots of last minute work, advertisement design wasn't even done yet.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt;: Photography project submission, vocal class, piano class then dance class. (3 classes in one day, crazy shit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;: Copywriting presentation in the morning. Off to KL by bus right after for a seminar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Oh, Yes, AGAIN, me and my seminar-ssss. Ask my mum why I go to so many seminars. I have one more actually lining up this weekend in Singapore and I'll reach Penang only a few hours before my final exam time. I will take it if you are gonna give me your salutation cos I was planning to give myself a salutation too.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Friday and Saturday&lt;/span&gt;: Options Trading seminar in KL (and major information overload till the information spilt and flow away from me already. =S )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt;: Reached Penang 12.15am and can finally take a rest, to chill, to take a breathe, to walk around Gurney with my awesome family and to write a blog post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, it was some insane piece of timetable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so so so tired on my first day of the seminar that I spent half of my time struggling to stay awake and look as if I was attentively listening to the speaker while staring downwards my note pad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34009791@N08/3717740558/" title="SDC12593 by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3476/3717740558_32eb02fbe2.jpg" alt="SDC12593" width="375" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34009791@N08/3716927049/" title="SDC12594 by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2658/3716927049_c9fd790e81.jpg" alt="SDC12594" width="420" height="325" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleepy scribbles. Tell me if you know what I wrote, cos I don't. =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I said, major information overload, I probably forgot or don't understand like 50% of the things I learned. Gees. Plus I was lethargic and did not have enough sleep for the entire week, how do you expect me to stay wide awake? Grrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for that I feel very embarrassed everytime I had to meet eye-to-eye with the speaker. I mean I know I am not the only sleepy person in the room, nor the person he would remember who fell asleep, but I just feel so bad that I tried to avoid looking at the speakers and facilitators everytime I was moving around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silly shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I went back on Saturday night, I went to eat my favourite tai lok mee over at Chi Cheong Kai/Petaling Street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time when I was younger and had shorter hair, as I was bulldozing my way between the crowded crampy goodies stalls, I would hear people touting: &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;xiao jie, yao mai yi fu/bag/shou piao ma?&lt;/span&gt; (Miss, do you want to buy clothes/bags/ watches?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I would even get like: &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;mei nv/leng lui, lai kan kan yi fu/bag/shou piao.&lt;/span&gt; (Hey pretty, come take a look at the clothes/bags/watches.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this time around, I heard people saying:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Jeje&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;, yao mai yi fu ma? &lt;/span&gt;(Sister, do you want to buy some clothes?) [Sister here is not as the sister you think. Hard to explain.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jeje&lt;/span&gt;? Argh. Hello! Where did the&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; xiao jie, mei nv, leng lui&lt;/span&gt; go? Damm it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or probably the signs of ageing. Argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S I'm supposed to take some photos to go along with this post so it doesn't look all wordy and mundane. But it's either I was in a rush or I didn't remember to take at that time. Gees. Sorry. Forgive me. Bare with the wordy post a bit la hah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/743234646200911062-3724583925341476246?l=chinfern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinfern.blogspot.com/feeds/3724583925341476246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=743234646200911062&amp;postID=3724583925341476246&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743234646200911062/posts/default/3724583925341476246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743234646200911062/posts/default/3724583925341476246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinfern.blogspot.com/2009/07/ageing.html' title='Ageing'/><author><name>Chin Fern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08673763245092193869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEvjFdwWTjA/SbPNVcTjWYI/AAAAAAAABq0/BrUFbs_zAwg/S220/Beauty1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3476/3717740558_32eb02fbe2_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743234646200911062.post-3473333007403360142</id><published>2009-07-08T22:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T08:28:34.819-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Running Diaries'/><title type='text'>My inedible biscuit!</title><content type='html'>If you did see my facebook status on that Sunday, you would know this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34009791@N08/3704822268/" title="Rounded Pride by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2546/3704822268_eef528daf2.jpg" alt="Rounded Pride" width="375" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I have won myself a medal from the Penang Hill Climb last Sunday! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned out to be the 9th person of 18 and Above Female Open Category to reach Penang Hill peak with some crazy hard pant and wet sweaty outfit and messy hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The journey wasn't easy AT ALL, seeing I have only trained ONCE uphill few days before the race day. That wasn't my debut hike up the Penang Hill peak, but the trainings one and a half year ago doesn't count, does it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pushing myself hard during my entire trail. Very hard. Firstly due to I am better off in distance running than hiking and secondly, my legs weren't in my favour on that day. I was experiencing some minor quadriceps strain, as in my thigh muscles were really tight and I wasn't able to move faster, eventhough I wanted to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that time, I was telling myself: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ahh. Whatever already lah. Doesn't matter if I get a medal or not, as long as I complete my race it would be good enough, afterall, this is only my second time after 1 and a half years hiking up. What do I expect right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, another voice of mine was combating the dampening spirit: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No matter what, I must at least get a 10th. No wait, cannot. 10th is the last of the best, I must get 9th. Number 9. Number 9. Number 9. Number 9 would be enough. Number 9. Number 9&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, along the way I was telling myself: Number 9. Then I picked my energy up and race through the end...and...I made it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And indeed, I won the 9th placing. Crazy shit right. So accurate. And I found out that the last placing is 13th not 10th. Haha. So I am actually..not..that..bad. Woot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I am with a group of other amazing runners/hikers/sportsmen/or whatever you would call them in the race this time. My frequent trainings at the Botanical Gardens brought me to a group of running enthusiast comrades! (Like finally, runner friends!) But of course they are like some super runners and I am the one of the slowest among them. =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UEvjFdwWTjA/SloyETGB2pI/AAAAAAAAB1A/tisK0Asb4NE/s1600-h/GetAttachment+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 249px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UEvjFdwWTjA/SloyETGB2pI/AAAAAAAAB1A/tisK0Asb4NE/s400/GetAttachment+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357649756137052818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Check out their blog:  &lt;a href="http://o2-hiker.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://o2-hiker.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, someone from the group actually challenged me. He was not convinced that I would be able to win a medal and advised me to just take it as an experience. I was even more unconvinced that I would not be able to grab a medal, so the deal is a week's treat of fresh fruit juice if I get a placing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hola! I just got two cups of fresh fruit juices from the juice bar not far from Botanical Gardens this evening. Slurp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! While I was surfing the net and writing this entry simultaneously, I found out this exciting site about a teamed race, which would be held in Genting Highlands on the 1st of Nov 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.gentingtrailblazer.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEvjFdwWTjA/Slo0698dw_I/AAAAAAAAB1I/piKxEX76-5A/s400/Untitled.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357652894375855090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gentingtrailblazer.com/"&gt;http://www.gentingtrailblazer.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy shit. I love this kind of crazy shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now who wants to be my partner in this race?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come register. Needs audition. Date enquire privately. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah. Joking lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, argh, seriously, find me a partner man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/743234646200911062-3473333007403360142?l=chinfern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinfern.blogspot.com/feeds/3473333007403360142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=743234646200911062&amp;postID=3473333007403360142&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743234646200911062/posts/default/3473333007403360142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743234646200911062/posts/default/3473333007403360142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinfern.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-inedible-biscuit.html' title='My inedible biscuit!'/><author><name>Chin Fern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08673763245092193869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEvjFdwWTjA/SbPNVcTjWYI/AAAAAAAABq0/BrUFbs_zAwg/S220/Beauty1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2546/3704822268_eef528daf2_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743234646200911062.post-8220439451484182339</id><published>2009-07-08T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T12:28:29.904-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Project 365'/><title type='text'>Project 365 is back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Day # (lost track) of Project 365&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34009791@N08/3704822268/" title="Rounded Pride by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2546/3704822268_eef528daf2.jpg" alt="Rounded Pride" width="375" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My Inedible Biscuit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regained my joy and pride in sports. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too hard not be photo of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Project 365 is FINALLY BACK IN ACTION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gees. After all the wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have even forgotten my 'format' of posting up a photo of Project 365 that I have to check back. Gees. And I realise I really miss how I would compose some short paragraphs for my photos everytime I post one. I need to get ass back off my Project 365 again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S I promise I'll check back and tell you the number of day of this photo. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/743234646200911062-8220439451484182339?l=chinfern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinfern.blogspot.com/feeds/8220439451484182339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=743234646200911062&amp;postID=8220439451484182339&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743234646200911062/posts/default/8220439451484182339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743234646200911062/posts/default/8220439451484182339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinfern.blogspot.com/2009/07/project-365-is-back.html' title='Project 365 is back!'/><author><name>Chin Fern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08673763245092193869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEvjFdwWTjA/SbPNVcTjWYI/AAAAAAAABq0/BrUFbs_zAwg/S220/Beauty1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2546/3704822268_eef528daf2_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743234646200911062.post-6434544174944994904</id><published>2009-07-06T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T00:15:14.188-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shout out'/><title type='text'>Monday is a no-plastic-bags Day!</title><content type='html'>I went to Tesco to buy some items needed for my Radio Show tomorrow. When I was checking out, the cashier asked me whether I brought plastic bags or any reusable bags with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I recalled an article I read on the newspaper: 1st of July and onwards, all participating supermarkets in Penang &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;will not&lt;/span&gt; give out plastic bags&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; every Mondays&lt;/span&gt; to their customers as a move towards saving the environment. Those who wants fresh plastic bags, will have to buy for RM 0.20 per bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penang is the first state in Malaysia to implement this 'I Love Mother Earth' move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly feel extra proud being a Penangnite. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may think: Hey, it is just one day per week, how much can we save? Does it even contribute in anyway? Gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Do you know?&lt;/span&gt; (HAH. Cliche line)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just by using one &lt;strong&gt;reusable &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bag&lt;/strong&gt; per week can save the following:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;6&lt;/strong&gt; plastic bags per week&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;- that’s &lt;strong&gt;24 &lt;/strong&gt;in one month&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;- that’s &lt;strong&gt;288 &lt;/strong&gt;plastic bags per year&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;- that’s more than &lt;strong&gt;21, 600&lt;/strong&gt; plastic bags saved in a lifetime!&lt;/p&gt;Every great success starts with the first step. Now for saving mother earth, this is the first baby step, it soon will lead us towards great success and we will have the awareness of reducing the use of plastic bags! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So next time when you are planning for your grocery shopping on Monday, remember to bring your reusable bag with you. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34009791@N08/3708506519/" title="No-Plastic-Bags! by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2649/3708506519_df968cda05_o.png" alt="No-Plastic-Bags!" width="160" height="210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Don't be out of the place &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not bringing it&lt;/span&gt;, you are losing out of the game if you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, in some other instances, tell the cashier or whoever 'plastic bags givers', "I don't need a plastic bag" before they give you a bag for your purchased item, when you realise, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh, I can fit this in my beautiful handbag! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will see them smiling to you for helping them save some money. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/743234646200911062-6434544174944994904?l=chinfern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinfern.blogspot.com/feeds/6434544174944994904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=743234646200911062&amp;postID=6434544174944994904&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743234646200911062/posts/default/6434544174944994904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743234646200911062/posts/default/6434544174944994904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinfern.blogspot.com/2009/07/monday-is-no-plastic-bags-day.html' title='Monday is a no-plastic-bags Day!'/><author><name>Chin Fern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08673763245092193869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEvjFdwWTjA/SbPNVcTjWYI/AAAAAAAABq0/BrUFbs_zAwg/S220/Beauty1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743234646200911062.post-5253819352779681145</id><published>2009-07-03T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T09:02:39.500-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='live College up.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shout out'/><title type='text'>Quick Update</title><content type='html'>I know how you might dislike the small little updates that I'm frequently feeding you with, without a proper composition to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or a proper photo to enjoy. (Project 365 *coughs coughs*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth is, I'm as busy as....erm...I don't know....as busy as I can be! I have my &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(last minute)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;rush for assignments, projects and reports.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend will be filled with lots of photo shoot appointments, for both my copywriting final project and my photography project. I sounding like a photographer, so much if I really do own a DSLR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;desperate&lt;/span&gt; for a DSLR. A lot of my friends, who said wanted a DSLR, got it. Sai sai got it, Christyna got it, and now Sharon got it already too. ARGH. If anyone would buy me one good one, maybe I'll consider marrying him. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, consider. Doesn't mean I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh. DSLR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34009791@N08/3684363817/" title="SDC12179 by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2584/3684363817_922bd44aa5.jpg" alt="SDC12179" width="375" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Christyna's DSLR. Argh.&lt;/span&gt; I WANT MINE. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(but don't want Sony)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So ya, back to my coursework, when I am done with it, I will show it here. Haha. I can't wait to see the end result. I will have sleepless nights and midnight oil production again. Welcome back to Zombie's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Tomorrow morning&lt;/span&gt;, I'll going to a Talent Search competition, organized by Jazzada Solution, one of the sub-projects under Penang Largest Mardeka Youth Carnival 2009 which would be held at Penang Times Square, on Merdeka Eve. I am so not prepared for it. I just asked my friends just now, what song should I sing. I think I practise it tomorrow morning lah. Gees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason of me being so half-hearted is also because I know I won't be able to make it on the final cos I will be in KL, attending seminar (YES, AGAIN. Me and my endless seminars). So I'll just have fun, sing from my heart and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;give my best show tomorrow! :) (With the very lack of practice kinda standard of course)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Sunday morning&lt;/span&gt; I'll be participating the Penang Hill Hiking Competition organized by the Kwong Wah. I rarely hike, it was since one and half year ago since I last hiked, but I still hope I can not lose so uglily, with the 'fundamentals' I have for running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I remember I need to elaborate more why I would be willing to forgo the Standard Chartered KL Marathon 2009 and went for the seminar in Singapore last week. It's actually because I still have this hiking competiton as a 'consolation' for me. At least, my trainings won't go to waste after all the 'kinda' hard work. At least I still have a competition to join; and at least, my mum won't be mad at me, for deciding not to go for the seminar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, about my nails (if you even bother to know. Refer two-post below if you don't know what I mean. Hoho.). I just have the habit to MUST paint my nails when I go for a holiday or a longer trip outside Penang or something like that. It isn't a habit I cultivated since young la. Haha. Not so weird one. I just recently HAVE TO paint my nails when I go for any kind or any form of Penang-island-runaway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually I love them &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt;. But most of the time, it requires a lot of work for it to look nice. Morever I'm not a professional manicurist, nor an avid nail polisher or what not. For the very recent Singapore trip, I didn't have time for my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'lovely'&lt;/span&gt; nails, so I brought along an easier-to-paint-and-manage nail colour, so that I can paint during my pre-boarding time. Super duper uber vain vainpot. I was too confident that this plan would work, hehe, it didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also forgot to bring my camera to Singapore this trip around. I brought the charger along, but left the camera at home. Damm smart right. I remember there's once I brought the camera and forgot the charger, plus mine is a no-one-would-use-this-brand-which-is-Samsung camera, so I couldn't manage to borrow a charger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, actually the whole point of saying this is: no Singapore trip update in blog will be done. So don't bother waiting for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But overall: the seminar was great, there were some new nice people that I got to know, managed to catch up with my other old friends, reminded some friendships (those situation where you are darn sure you know that person, but the person can't figure out who you are), had some great laughs, great understanding and great realisation. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, OH OHHHHHHH, not forgetting GREAT FOOD. munch munch yum yum bite bite *burp*&lt;br /&gt;- Over hundred types of food to indulge in&lt;br /&gt;- Heavenly delicious&lt;br /&gt;- CHEAP&lt;br /&gt;- Super fulfilling and satisfying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily I didn't have any photos, if not your keyboard will be wet, thanks to your saliva; The music you play will be interrupted, thanks to the loud growling of your stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;munch munch yum yum bite bite *burp* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's too hard to forget how awesome eating the food was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they also have the a Robinson Sale over at another huge hall, oh I would say almost equivalent to our Penang's PC Fair. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;omg. shoppaholic striked!&lt;/span&gt; I was so eager to buy, but luckily the queue was too long and the next session of our seminar is gonna start soon. Espirit T-shirt only SGD 9.90, even if you convert it, it's only RM 24. ARGH. whatever shit la. It's so cheap. argh argh argh, but I didn't buy. Because I didn't have time! Shoes and bags and accessories and dresses and every other thing there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait..I thought I say it won't be updating anything of Singapore? Haha. whatever shit la. Singapore is just too awesome! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow singing competition MUST SLEEP NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I realise it's not actually a 'quick' update. The post is soooo long. Haha. Quick what shit. LOL.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/743234646200911062-5253819352779681145?l=chinfern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinfern.blogspot.com/feeds/5253819352779681145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=743234646200911062&amp;postID=5253819352779681145&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743234646200911062/posts/default/5253819352779681145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743234646200911062/posts/default/5253819352779681145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinfern.blogspot.com/2009/07/quick-update.html' title='Quick Update'/><author><name>Chin Fern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08673763245092193869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEvjFdwWTjA/SbPNVcTjWYI/AAAAAAAABq0/BrUFbs_zAwg/S220/Beauty1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2584/3684363817_922bd44aa5_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743234646200911062.post-4246949713951886499</id><published>2009-06-30T10:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T07:17:43.934-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shout out'/><title type='text'>Brutal Truth</title><content type='html'>Yea. Hello, I'm back. Actually since Monday morning. But yea, as usual, too tired, too busy and what not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly have to come here to say something in the middle of my midnight-oil-production because I think I suddenly somehow found out some brutal truth that I never want it to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually, I would write in the facebook status, but I reckon that is way a too easy access to information kinda media, so since my blog is not that popular anyway, blurting it out here is more appropriate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was flipping through the photos in facebook. You know as usual, the busybody job of checking out other people's photos. It's some kind of a leisure thing to do now days, nothing bad about being a busybody in that form. Argh. Whatever shit. I just got myself a little more shocked and unbelievable when I was busy flipping through photos of someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are back together?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is something I had sense from the start. Just somehow I can sense it and feel it. Now I understand the justification of females having sensitive six sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I chose to ignore it and gave in. Now I'm laughing at my foolishness. Ultimate foolishness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They, the photos, can't be solid proof of them getting back together, this is entire my assumption. But then it's too hard to convince myself I'm thinking too much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait. Actually I should not have been thinking about it anyway. Argh. I have decided to drop it down, means I have decided to drop it down. No second thoughts about it. Shouldn't it be this way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shouldn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, starting from now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't be reminiscing;&lt;br /&gt;shouldn't be thinking;&lt;br /&gt;shouldn't be hoping;&lt;br /&gt;shouldn't be dreaming;&lt;br /&gt;shouldn't be wishing;&lt;br /&gt;shouldn't be waiting;&lt;br /&gt;shouldn't be giving;&lt;br /&gt;oh, most of all, should be wasting my time at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for letting me out of the twirl. It's such a great feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and damm you for taking such a long time. I really think you have no balls or at least the lack of it, which is even worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, anyway, oh well, ALL THE BEST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so you know, You just miss a gem. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S I'll update things about my previous post some other time okay. Now I have to get back to work. Thanks for lending your ear to read (or not) my emo stuff. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/743234646200911062-4246949713951886499?l=chinfern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinfern.blogspot.com/feeds/4246949713951886499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=743234646200911062&amp;postID=4246949713951886499&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743234646200911062/posts/default/4246949713951886499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743234646200911062/posts/default/4246949713951886499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinfern.blogspot.com/2009/06/yea.html' title='Brutal Truth'/><author><name>Chin Fern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08673763245092193869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEvjFdwWTjA/SbPNVcTjWYI/AAAAAAAABq0/BrUFbs_zAwg/S220/Beauty1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743234646200911062.post-1249724839903294103</id><published>2009-06-24T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T08:29:26.991-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Running Diaries'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shout out'/><title type='text'>Marathon? No more. :((</title><content type='html'>Tragic new update: I won't be going to KL Marathon anymore. :((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard you screaming oh-my-god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know right. Damm tragic. Haha. After all hype-up the trainings, tiredness, panting and the excitement, it then all plunge down onto the ground and turn into ashes, with a light blow, they are gone into the thin air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea. I was dramatising it. But I was really upset when I had to make that decision to forgo my marathon challege.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. so conclusion is i'm not going to KL Marathon, but going to Singapore to attend a seminar from Friday to Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask me why now. Cos I kept hearing my dad scolding me to leave for the airport already. I'll explain when I am back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Dad scolding* Ok, I know my Project 365 very siaran tergendala already. Sorry! Will buck up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This trip around I don't have the time to paint my nails. OMG. (I'll explain this when I'm back)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, dad coming up to my room already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYEEEEEEEEEE. I'll miss the KL Marathon very much! omg omg omg omg omg.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/743234646200911062-1249724839903294103?l=chinfern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinfern.blogspot.com/feeds/1249724839903294103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=743234646200911062&amp;postID=1249724839903294103&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743234646200911062/posts/default/1249724839903294103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743234646200911062/posts/default/1249724839903294103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinfern.blogspot.com/2009/06/marathon-no-more.html' title='Marathon? No more. :(('/><author><name>Chin Fern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08673763245092193869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEvjFdwWTjA/SbPNVcTjWYI/AAAAAAAABq0/BrUFbs_zAwg/S220/Beauty1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743234646200911062.post-7989914448961684876</id><published>2009-06-20T12:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T11:02:00.977-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='live College up.'/><title type='text'>KDU Beach Bash!</title><content type='html'>This event was almost like one-month old. I actually didn't intend to blog about, but by Cindy's request &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(er, she requested like...er...two weeks ago)&lt;/span&gt;, here it is! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Creative Arts and Performing Society of our college, once again headed on organizing another college party, this time a beach themed concert - KDU Beach Bash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEvjFdwWTjA/Sj-pCygNwdI/AAAAAAAABxY/w_2oQWrT8ew/s1600-h/b195044733.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEvjFdwWTjA/Sj-pCygNwdI/AAAAAAAABxY/w_2oQWrT8ew/s400/b195044733.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350180747721163218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;photo courtesy of &lt;a href="http://lovecleo.xanga.com/"&gt;http://lovecleo.xanga.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, it's a beach party that is not in a beach. I find it funny, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, their efforts of making the whole place look really beach-y, deserve some good thumbs up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UEvjFdwWTjA/Sj-yBTcoepI/AAAAAAAABxw/coQXJf8FsQ0/s1600-h/b195045590.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UEvjFdwWTjA/Sj-yBTcoepI/AAAAAAAABxw/coQXJf8FsQ0/s400/b195045590.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350190617809418898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The stage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;photo courtesy of &lt;a href="http://lovecleo.xanga.com/"&gt;http://lovecleo.xanga.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEvjFdwWTjA/Sj-yBMnncBI/AAAAAAAABxo/lkEOD8gikgw/s1600-h/SDC11761.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEvjFdwWTjA/Sj-yBMnncBI/AAAAAAAABxo/lkEOD8gikgw/s400/SDC11761.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350190615976439826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UEvjFdwWTjA/Sj-yAYWB6jI/AAAAAAAABxg/oW9VHLEwzwc/s1600-h/b195047048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UEvjFdwWTjA/Sj-yAYWB6jI/AAAAAAAABxg/oW9VHLEwzwc/s400/b195047048.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350190601944033842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;photo courtesy of &lt;a href="http://lovecleo.xanga.com/"&gt;http://lovecleo.xanga.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Something you would see by the beach or thought of or picture when it comes to the word 'beach'. The whole set-up of the 'in-house' beach, not quite bad the effort, eh? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They set up some lovely booths for food and beverages too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This concert featured a few KDU 'in-house' singers accompanied by the newly formed band, who called themselves 'The Band'. LOL. Okla, it's a quirky funny catchy name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEvjFdwWTjA/Sj-01ncdLkI/AAAAAAAABx4/bwoiMtBupEo/s1600-h/5136_88339207700_758747700_1979612_8071106_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEvjFdwWTjA/Sj-01ncdLkI/AAAAAAAABx4/bwoiMtBupEo/s400/5136_88339207700_758747700_1979612_8071106_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350193715553840706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;photo courtesy of Jay Lim's facebook album.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEvjFdwWTjA/Sj-5_irSAlI/AAAAAAAAByo/hKo1NViPloI/s1600-h/SDC11740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEvjFdwWTjA/Sj-5_irSAlI/AAAAAAAAByo/hKo1NViPloI/s400/SDC11740.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350199383630676562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;KDU's in-house singers: Me, Jenny, Cindy&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; (the one who requested me to blog about this) &lt;/span&gt;and the faithful supporter, Hazel during prep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I didn't really take photos on that night because I know my camera would work lame without flash and if i use flash, the photos will turn out sucky, so I just take from other people's blogs and facebook album. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The event kicked off with Christopher singing 'Check Yes Juliet' to heat up the very shy crowd. They weren't too keen until the middle of the song and then everybody started singing along, clapping, shouting and cheering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UEvjFdwWTjA/Sj-2Cg4_OiI/AAAAAAAAByA/rYNKxOp9vZM/s1600-h/4915_85815143231_800713231_1830190_730629_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UEvjFdwWTjA/Sj-2Cg4_OiI/AAAAAAAAByA/rYNKxOp9vZM/s400/4915_85815143231_800713231_1830190_730629_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350195036644391458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And while the crowd was enjoying themselves, I was right beside the stairs up the stage, calming myself down and inserting the whatever lyrics into my mind. Not that I still experiencing stage fright, is just that, hehe, I havn't practised enough to save the lyrics into my brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEvjFdwWTjA/Sj-2C7jM71I/AAAAAAAAByI/JBR3Q6s8uXk/s1600-h/4915_85815198231_800713231_1830201_8303335_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEvjFdwWTjA/Sj-2C7jM71I/AAAAAAAAByI/JBR3Q6s8uXk/s400/4915_85815198231_800713231_1830201_8303335_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350195043800772434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh, I don't know what tickled me. I just have to laugh, can't help it la ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I have one lecturer in class kept telling me: "Fern, control yourself.." with the calming-down hand gestures (you know the opened-facing-downwards-palm that moves up and down gesture?). But tell me, how would you or how can you actually really control your laughter, right right right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, I just can't okay? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was up after Christopher and I sang 'Complicated' by Avril Lavigne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UEvjFdwWTjA/Sj-2CwueLGI/AAAAAAAAByQ/tvYe2WyBDXc/s1600-h/4915_85815223231_800713231_1830205_5658700_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UEvjFdwWTjA/Sj-2CwueLGI/AAAAAAAAByQ/tvYe2WyBDXc/s400/4915_85815223231_800713231_1830205_5658700_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350195040895249506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEvjFdwWTjA/Sj-4-_6AHTI/AAAAAAAAByY/c5RnW_PKFS8/s1600-h/4915_85815248231_800713231_1830209_5227326_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEvjFdwWTjA/Sj-4-_6AHTI/AAAAAAAAByY/c5RnW_PKFS8/s400/4915_85815248231_800713231_1830209_5227326_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350198274785549618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, this is Blondie. He enjoys being silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UEvjFdwWTjA/Sj-4_EZeQuI/AAAAAAAAByg/zgw5LXnJP0A/s1600-h/4915_85815263231_800713231_1830212_6577781_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UEvjFdwWTjA/Sj-4_EZeQuI/AAAAAAAAByg/zgw5LXnJP0A/s400/4915_85815263231_800713231_1830212_6577781_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350198275991290594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He kept asking me to take YENG photos of him while he was on-stage because he wants to put it as facebook profile pic. So I tried and tried, utilising fully of my skills and this is the only best photo I have of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEvjFdwWTjA/Sj-7N_vAqJI/AAAAAAAAByw/8hY70CHsx-k/s1600-h/SDC11754.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEvjFdwWTjA/Sj-7N_vAqJI/AAAAAAAAByw/8hY70CHsx-k/s400/SDC11754.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350200731460741266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When his face doesn't show, the photo appears to be the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I know I am a meanie. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides singing performances, there were beatboxing as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEvjFdwWTjA/Sj-9kPS0U1I/AAAAAAAABzA/G1pbYGkt0X0/s1600-h/4915_85815373231_800713231_1830230_7056958_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEvjFdwWTjA/Sj-9kPS0U1I/AAAAAAAABzA/G1pbYGkt0X0/s400/4915_85815373231_800713231_1830230_7056958_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350203312617837394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The three &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Black&lt;/span&gt; Musketeers: Bill, Ben and Yugen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Not forgetting a session by a Korean illusionist, hip hop break dancing, Capoeira performance and belly dancing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, here comes Play-Time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old-school-yet-fun Limbo Rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UEvjFdwWTjA/Sj-_-rp_NyI/AAAAAAAABzQ/BQ6hdiwgYiU/s1600-h/4915_85815428231_800713231_1830241_4832193_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UEvjFdwWTjA/Sj-_-rp_NyI/AAAAAAAABzQ/BQ6hdiwgYiU/s400/4915_85815428231_800713231_1830241_4832193_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350205965931067170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The midget, Tan Veen Dee was pulled to play in the game because everybody is too sure she would win cos she's petite and thin and probably would Bend it Like Beckham.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEvjFdwWTjA/Sj-_-6nYnkI/AAAAAAAABzg/Umg6346Yf6g/s1600-h/4915_85815483231_800713231_1830252_5230767_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEvjFdwWTjA/Sj-_-6nYnkI/AAAAAAAABzg/Umg6346Yf6g/s400/4915_85815483231_800713231_1830252_5230767_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350205969946680898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But heck, she disappoints everybody when Christyna emerged as the Limbo Rock Queen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UEvjFdwWTjA/Sj-9kWVlduI/AAAAAAAABzI/fFDPQP1jsAU/s1600-h/4915_85815433231_800713231_1830242_165777_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UEvjFdwWTjA/Sj-9kWVlduI/AAAAAAAABzI/fFDPQP1jsAU/s400/4915_85815433231_800713231_1830242_165777_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350203314508494562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tan Veen Dee, you suck! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEvjFdwWTjA/Sj-_-ipBx3I/AAAAAAAABzY/MStqc36xJ5g/s1600-h/4915_85815468231_800713231_1830249_5106970_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEvjFdwWTjA/Sj-_-ipBx3I/AAAAAAAABzY/MStqc36xJ5g/s400/4915_85815468231_800713231_1830249_5106970_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350205963511121778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After they had a free dance session and stuff like that. The think-we-are-too-cool mass comm gang didn't join in the thrill, we went to chill beside a corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random happy photos, following up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UEvjFdwWTjA/Sj-9j0-KHHI/AAAAAAAABy4/pmXKI4Dq36A/s1600-h/SDC11758.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UEvjFdwWTjA/Sj-9j0-KHHI/AAAAAAAABy4/pmXKI4Dq36A/s400/SDC11758.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350203305551862898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UEvjFdwWTjA/Sj_BZMm52qI/AAAAAAAAB0A/D8zqe3u4Ls0/s1600-h/4915_85815888231_800713231_1830316_4293356_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UEvjFdwWTjA/Sj_BZMm52qI/AAAAAAAAB0A/D8zqe3u4Ls0/s400/4915_85815888231_800713231_1830316_4293356_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350207520964729506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEvjFdwWTjA/Sj_BY0nJfNI/AAAAAAAABz4/0JWK8r1gYbw/s1600-h/4915_85815578231_800713231_1830269_2432322_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEvjFdwWTjA/Sj_BY0nJfNI/AAAAAAAABz4/0JWK8r1gYbw/s400/4915_85815578231_800713231_1830269_2432322_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350207514523303122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UEvjFdwWTjA/Sj_BY8iHVHI/AAAAAAAABzw/fVQGzg6dM-U/s1600-h/4915_85815553231_800713231_1830264_5048639_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UEvjFdwWTjA/Sj_BY8iHVHI/AAAAAAAABzw/fVQGzg6dM-U/s400/4915_85815553231_800713231_1830264_5048639_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350207516649673842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEvjFdwWTjA/Sj_BYQGWf3I/AAAAAAAABzo/SFUdnDMGf7s/s1600-h/4915_85815533231_800713231_1830260_3359384_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEvjFdwWTjA/Sj_BYQGWf3I/AAAAAAAABzo/SFUdnDMGf7s/s400/4915_85815533231_800713231_1830260_3359384_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350207504722067314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, let me explain to you this expression. They had a beverage counter that mixes their signature mocktails on your order. The one that Blondie just bought, sucks to the max. We all tasted it and swore we have never tasted anything that bad before. =S I guess Mark just find Blondie silly and humiliating in wanting to taste the drink again and again. Oh Silly Blonde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the singing session continued, our camwhore session continued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEvjFdwWTjA/Sj_C-6ponzI/AAAAAAAAB0Q/SleDng4iSG8/s1600-h/4915_85815998231_800713231_1830332_1696285_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEvjFdwWTjA/Sj_C-6ponzI/AAAAAAAAB0Q/SleDng4iSG8/s400/4915_85815998231_800713231_1830332_1696285_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350209268491001650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Maya with 'Long Train Running'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEvjFdwWTjA/Sj_C-nzq9JI/AAAAAAAAB0I/0s-TJazhODc/s1600-h/4915_85815973231_800713231_1830328_6521673_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEvjFdwWTjA/Sj_C-nzq9JI/AAAAAAAAB0I/0s-TJazhODc/s400/4915_85815973231_800713231_1830328_6521673_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350209263432823954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jenny with 'Love Song'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some other awesome singers that I did not cover on: Benignus, Rachel and Cindy. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Camwhore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UEvjFdwWTjA/Sj_C_P1mHcI/AAAAAAAAB0Y/o-yzY5QA59c/s1600-h/4915_85815848231_800713231_1830310_7220256_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UEvjFdwWTjA/Sj_C_P1mHcI/AAAAAAAAB0Y/o-yzY5QA59c/s400/4915_85815848231_800713231_1830310_7220256_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350209274178313666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this candid just turned out super funny and dramatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UEvjFdwWTjA/Sj_C_VZt6bI/AAAAAAAAB0g/ZDA4eIp2a34/s1600-h/4915_85815853231_800713231_1830311_4598330_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UEvjFdwWTjA/Sj_C_VZt6bI/AAAAAAAAB0g/ZDA4eIp2a34/s400/4915_85815853231_800713231_1830311_4598330_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350209275671996850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Caleb and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the following people:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEvjFdwWTjA/Sj_FtK5I36I/AAAAAAAAB04/cJu1v32QShs/s1600-h/4915_85815743231_800713231_1830293_6368706_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEvjFdwWTjA/Sj_FtK5I36I/AAAAAAAAB04/cJu1v32QShs/s400/4915_85815743231_800713231_1830293_6368706_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350212262148235170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Estee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEvjFdwWTjA/Sj_Fsyv8HbI/AAAAAAAAB0w/OlZL2jHdnk8/s1600-h/4915_85815763231_800713231_1830295_6909650_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEvjFdwWTjA/Sj_Fsyv8HbI/AAAAAAAAB0w/OlZL2jHdnk8/s400/4915_85815763231_800713231_1830295_6909650_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350212255667199410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tan Veen Dee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UEvjFdwWTjA/Sj_Fss444XI/AAAAAAAAB0o/Mu8JmaZooS8/s1600-h/4915_85815863231_800713231_1830312_5832703_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UEvjFdwWTjA/Sj_Fss444XI/AAAAAAAAB0o/Mu8JmaZooS8/s400/4915_85815863231_800713231_1830312_5832703_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350212254094123378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Christyna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thanks for coming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;You might not be coming FOR me (you know, especially Christyna), but I really appreciate that you came and support me! Tan Veen Dee thanks for shouting: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Tan Chin Fern I love you, &lt;/span&gt;although you might not mean it. Haha. But I know this is something you would not do in public, cos everything I talked or laughed every loud you would pretend that you don't know me. Chrissie, thanks for the awesome photos with your newly-wed DSLR that I'm jealous of! If it's not for you, I would get to blog about this already! Estee, thanks for missing my performance! LOL. But you are already super awesome because you came! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥♥♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/743234646200911062-7989914448961684876?l=chinfern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinfern.blogspot.com/feeds/7989914448961684876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=743234646200911062&amp;postID=7989914448961684876&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743234646200911062/posts/default/7989914448961684876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743234646200911062/posts/default/7989914448961684876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinfern.blogspot.com/2009/06/kdu-beach-bash.html' title='KDU Beach Bash!'/><author><name>Chin Fern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08673763245092193869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEvjFdwWTjA/SbPNVcTjWYI/AAAAAAAABq0/BrUFbs_zAwg/S220/Beauty1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEvjFdwWTjA/Sj-pCygNwdI/AAAAAAAABxY/w_2oQWrT8ew/s72-c/b195044733.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743234646200911062.post-6301015296696986217</id><published>2009-06-13T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T08:26:15.672-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Running Diaries'/><title type='text'>I love to run!</title><content type='html'>Seeing the date of the Standard Chartered KL Marathon 2009 is really approaching, I am working on my brains very hard and monitoring it hard, so that they won't slack for training. Because it's the brain that controls your body movement, so when you are lazy, it's because the small little voice in your mind that it's telling you to 'no need to go for training', so I reckon saying 'working and monitoring hard' on my brain is more appropriate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Okay, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The date is really so near! From '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh, I still have like 2 and a half months to pick up my stamina, aiya, can la&lt;/span&gt;' to the now &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'OMG. There's only two weeks left! Shit. I only train like so few times per week. Die la. How.'&lt;/span&gt;, without realising the time actually rocketed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya, nowdays, 'time flies' seldom apply anymore, do you realise? They always go pass so swiftly like...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;voooooooooooofff&lt;/span&gt;, that we didn't even notice it has slipped through our finger tips, not making even the slightest alarming sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34009791@N08/3623882953/" title="Right here waiting for you by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3311/3623882953_ae09071ea2.jpg" alt="Right here waiting for you" width="420" height="325" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the topic of running, seriously, I love to run! The more tired I get, the harder I pant, the more exhausted I get, the more satisfied I am. It's like a reward to me after pushing myself so hard during the run routine. =)) It's estatic! When I don't feel tired enough, it makes me unhappy and agonises me to feel that I have not achieve something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to run! for other reasons, like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;. I get to put on some hot-looking sports gears. Like this FBT sports pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEvjFdwWTjA/SjQDf_8M8FI/AAAAAAAABxQ/IUfCWbEiv48/s1600-h/SDC11711.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEvjFdwWTjA/SjQDf_8M8FI/AAAAAAAABxQ/IUfCWbEiv48/s400/SDC11711.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346902505870389330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I got it from Singapore during my recent trip and it's super hot. Because it's flatteringly short but securely long. So it reveals whatever that can be revealed and covers whatever that is supposed to be kept 'in the dark'. I super love it. Super. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;. I get to ditch some unwanted fats away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;. I get to look hotter and fitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;. I live a healthy lifestyle &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(besides the sleeping late factor)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;. I enjoy any form of andreline rush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;6&lt;/span&gt;. I get this 'admiring' or 'impressed' &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stares/smiles/acknowledgement/praises/ funny expression/ crossed face (for God knows what reason)&lt;/span&gt; from onlookers that wonder why I still havn't stopped running after so many rounds. Running-syiok-sendiri-limelight. Woot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tonnes of other good reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It gives all the benefits one can get, but there's about one thing I definitely hate about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The occasional chaffing that I would get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's definitely irritating when it hurts like hell, especially when you bath or in contact with water. For those of you that don't know what chaffing is, it is a sore or abrasion you get when your skin rubs too frequently against each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gees. it sounds a bit wrong. Anyway, that's what chaffing is and it happens usually when you are wearing new sports gears, socks too short for your shoes (my running shoes happen to have a quite high back support, also like the sore you get when you wear your new ballet flats. it's damm stupid), or you run more than you usually do, then chaffing starts 'taking place'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It might be in between your legs (inner thighs, damm stupid, then you have to sort of walk kang-kang like that), crotch, and when you forgot that you supposed to wear your sports bra instead of the ordinary bra, you will have the chaffing in between your..boobs. Haha. All these chaffing are damm stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the stupidest when you bathe. Luckily it doesnt take long to heal and I never bother to apply anything to lose the scar. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides the stupid chaffing, the rest about running is JUST AWESOME. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So..I'm off for a run now! See me in the park!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/743234646200911062-6301015296696986217?l=chinfern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinfern.blogspot.com/feeds/6301015296696986217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=743234646200911062&amp;postID=6301015296696986217&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743234646200911062/posts/default/6301015296696986217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743234646200911062/posts/default/6301015296696986217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinfern.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-love-to-run.html' title='I love to run!'/><author><name>Chin Fern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08673763245092193869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEvjFdwWTjA/SbPNVcTjWYI/AAAAAAAABq0/BrUFbs_zAwg/S220/Beauty1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3311/3623882953_ae09071ea2_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743234646200911062.post-4276779705540250944</id><published>2009-06-09T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T08:51:35.401-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Project 365'/><title type='text'>Teh Tarik?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Day # 30 of Project 365&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34009791@N08/3631995887/" title="Teh Tarik? by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3546/3631995887_762acbbc28.jpg" alt="Teh Tarik?" width="375" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is definitely NOT your regular 'Teh Tarik' or milk tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are observant enough, you will know it's not. Why would you add sugar in your milk tea when the condensed milk is sweet enough right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mistaken it as one when I took a sip of it and then it tasted funny because I was expecting the taste of Teh Tarik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is actually an Indian tea, Masala Tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, never judge a book by it's cover. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/743234646200911062-4276779705540250944?l=chinfern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinfern.blogspot.com/feeds/4276779705540250944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=743234646200911062&amp;postID=4276779705540250944&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743234646200911062/posts/default/4276779705540250944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743234646200911062/posts/default/4276779705540250944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinfern.blogspot.com/2009/06/teh-tarik.html' title='Teh Tarik?'/><author><name>Chin Fern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08673763245092193869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEvjFdwWTjA/SbPNVcTjWYI/AAAAAAAABq0/BrUFbs_zAwg/S220/Beauty1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3546/3631995887_762acbbc28_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743234646200911062.post-4580122488215971966</id><published>2009-06-08T23:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T22:35:17.836-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Project 365'/><title type='text'>Recycling Project?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Day # 29 of Project 365&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Recycling Project? by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34009791@N08/3623029326/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="Recycling Project?" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3364/3623029326_c4cc70bcbd.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. As much as I dislike the message of the T-shirt, I still think it's cool and fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's fun, why take it so so seriously?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;(You can take it as he's so pathetic that he can't manage to get new girls, that's why he has to recycle the old ones. Sad case.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*This is no personal attack. This guy is a nice friend of mine. I'm just poking fun at his ridiculous T-Shirt, life's fun, why so serious?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile! :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/743234646200911062-4580122488215971966?l=chinfern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinfern.blogspot.com/feeds/4580122488215971966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=743234646200911062&amp;postID=4580122488215971966&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743234646200911062/posts/default/4580122488215971966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743234646200911062/posts/default/4580122488215971966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinfern.blogspot.com/2009/06/recycling-project.html' title='Recycling Project?'/><author><name>Chin Fern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08673763245092193869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEvjFdwWTjA/SbPNVcTjWYI/AAAAAAAABq0/BrUFbs_zAwg/S220/Beauty1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3364/3623029326_c4cc70bcbd_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743234646200911062.post-1546314075184407434</id><published>2009-06-08T03:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T11:21:19.952-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Project 365'/><title type='text'>Slow down</title><content type='html'>Yesterday after dinner, my sister suggested to go up hill for a night scenic view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let me bring you to the undiscovered beautiful night view of Penang," she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she drove us up to a sloppy hill through a narrow path and as I swallow to clear my ear blockage due to the slight difference of altitude up hill, the view the laid upon my eyes was simply pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times, when our life have paced too fast, we often miss the details that brighten our soul. We command for swiftness, speeds, rapidness, and things get so hasty that we don't even realise we miss out on some delicate features.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34009791@N08/3608370472/" title="Too fast, Too furious by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3012/3608370472_455e076ffe.jpg" alt="Too fast, Too furious" width="420" height="325" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Too fast too furious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we even prayed to God that we are born with wings so that we can fly. (Oh, dear God, preferably Eagle's wings please)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what? Life's ought not to be all the time too fast, too furious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you start to sit down calmly in tranquility and silence, and take in a few deep breaths  where you can go as deep as you can, along with the cooling breeze, you get to see some really delightful things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day # 28 of Project 365&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34009791@N08/3607553669/" title="Up on the hill by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3336/3607553669_47e55867ec.jpg" alt="Up on the hill" width="420" height="325" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Counting lights up on hill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty isn't it when you slow down your pace? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I kept skipping and hopping around the days of Project 365 until I lose track of which day is today for. I leave it unknown first, when I check back I'll update it. =D Wahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh btw:&lt;br /&gt;I decided to not make Project 365 like an 'each and everyday' a photo project. Because as long as I've followed it now, I realise sometimes I have to force myself to take a photo without an apparent reason or meaning, so to fulfill the project. I find it a bit purposeless and unmeaningful, if the flow of the photo-taking doesn't come in naturally and with feelings. Therefore, I'll just take a photo when I feel like it until I take 365 photos! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll still see &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kinda&lt;/span&gt; frequent updates, don't worry. I promise I won't slack as much as before already. Hoho. =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/743234646200911062-1546314075184407434?l=chinfern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinfern.blogspot.com/feeds/1546314075184407434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=743234646200911062&amp;postID=1546314075184407434&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743234646200911062/posts/default/1546314075184407434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743234646200911062/posts/default/1546314075184407434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinfern.blogspot.com/2009/06/slow-down.html' title='Slow down'/><author><name>Chin Fern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08673763245092193869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEvjFdwWTjA/SbPNVcTjWYI/AAAAAAAABq0/BrUFbs_zAwg/S220/Beauty1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3012/3608370472_455e076ffe_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743234646200911062.post-1081350524046255508</id><published>2009-06-05T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T11:20:38.001-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Project 365'/><title type='text'>Acoustic</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Day # 27 of Project 365&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34009791@N08/3622209613/" title="Acoustic by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3353/3622209613_96c4a929f2.jpg" alt="Acoustic" width="375" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The beautiful acoustic voice box that you'll never hate listening to it.&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/743234646200911062-1081350524046255508?l=chinfern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinfern.blogspot.com/feeds/1081350524046255508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=743234646200911062&amp;postID=1081350524046255508&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743234646200911062/posts/default/1081350524046255508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743234646200911062/posts/default/1081350524046255508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinfern.blogspot.com/2009/06/acoustic.html' title='Acoustic'/><author><name>Chin Fern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08673763245092193869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEvjFdwWTjA/SbPNVcTjWYI/AAAAAAAABq0/BrUFbs_zAwg/S220/Beauty1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3353/3622209613_96c4a929f2_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743234646200911062.post-8308149048662314339</id><published>2009-06-05T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T11:44:39.813-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Project 365'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Awesome Family'/><title type='text'>Family Movie-Midnight-Out</title><content type='html'>My whole family went for a midnight show on Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damm cool la my family. I think. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched Night in the Museum 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEvjFdwWTjA/Si_2zAhXq7I/AAAAAAAABxA/dQvAqHXGC6g/s1600-h/night_at_the_museum_battle_of_the_smithsonian.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEvjFdwWTjA/Si_2zAhXq7I/AAAAAAAABxA/dQvAqHXGC6g/s400/night_at_the_museum_battle_of_the_smithsonian.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345762638885792690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like a movie the 4 of us are so eager to watch but we can't find the time where all four of us can make it. So we decided to just watch the midnight show when everybody else would be free. We don't do this often though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were in a rather big theatre but with very few people. If I didn't remember wrongly, two other couples and two families. My dad was kinda excited with the whole 'movie-night-out' thing and was talking so loud in the theatre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Because, there were less people, it makes his voice even louder. He was telling me things like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"wah, it's been some time since I came to cinema for a movie. What was the last movie we watched together? Oh ya, Money not Enough 2."&lt;br /&gt;"How come the cinemas has so little people only, how can the cost be covered?"&lt;br /&gt;"Eh, see, I can put my leg up like this." (then he showed me proudly how he can put his legs up comfortably and carefreely)&lt;br /&gt;"Where's your drink? Let me have a sip."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I just can't help laughing and responding to his enthusiasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I was afraid he was too loud so I told him: Eh, don't talk so loud la. Can you talk softer like this? (Then I talked to show me what my 'soft' meant)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Loud? How can this be loud? I didn't talk very loud."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then the branding commercial of the film production company starts playing. So I was telling my dad, Oh, it's gonna start already. Don't talk anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This clip was shown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UEvjFdwWTjA/Si_2zCPJ3dI/AAAAAAAABxI/5bA3MyIzLh0/s1600-h/key_art_twentieth_century_fox.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 181px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UEvjFdwWTjA/Si_2zCPJ3dI/AAAAAAAABxI/5bA3MyIzLh0/s400/key_art_twentieth_century_fox.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345762639346261458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My funny dad was watching it and then translating it out in Chinese to me '二十世纪狐狸'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh. How can my dad be so cute and funny. I ♥ my dad!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Night in the Museum 2 is a good movie. Although it's not as amusing as the first one, of course, because we already knew that the story is again going to around the plot of museum displays coming back to life, but the story is still as interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that, it always has some wonderful value to offer. This time around it was the key to happiness. Watch the movie, then you'll know. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I super love the cupids that are in the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halfway through the movie, my dad fell asleep. LOL. His justification was it was too cold that's why he fell asleep. I can't really take in what he said because he's a guy that goes to Genting without any jackets or long sleeves or any warming clothing and walks outdoor. He's also one that kept teasing us: Cold meh? Cold meh? Where got cold? You see, I don't even need to wear anything extra. Aiya, it's not cold la. Take off your jacket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he fell asleep in a cinema because it's too cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that quirky guy, is my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ♥ my awesome family. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day # 26 of Project 365&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34009791@N08/3608380380/" title="Happy Family by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3375/3608380380_f0e6476a0f.jpg" alt="Happy Family" width="420" height="325" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/743234646200911062-8308149048662314339?l=chinfern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinfern.blogspot.com/feeds/8308149048662314339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=743234646200911062&amp;postID=8308149048662314339&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743234646200911062/posts/default/8308149048662314339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743234646200911062/posts/default/8308149048662314339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinfern.blogspot.com/2009/06/family-movie-midnight-out.html' title='Family Movie-Midnight-Out'/><author><name>Chin Fern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08673763245092193869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEvjFdwWTjA/SbPNVcTjWYI/AAAAAAAABq0/BrUFbs_zAwg/S220/Beauty1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEvjFdwWTjA/Si_2zAhXq7I/AAAAAAAABxA/dQvAqHXGC6g/s72-c/night_at_the_museum_battle_of_the_smithsonian.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743234646200911062.post-4340252731210811558</id><published>2009-06-02T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T01:28:52.396-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='live College up.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Project 365'/><title type='text'>Holiday doesn't feel like holiday</title><content type='html'>I'm actually already back in Penang since Monday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And routines never stop or even slow down since then. I wanted to hang out with my friends more during the holidays, but my schedule doesn't seem to have any slots. Argh. Seriously, my holiday doesn't seem like holiday at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Besides the fact that I DID go to Singapore for a sort-of a super-short holiday. My mum kept reminding me about this when I kept complaining about my non-holiday kinda of holiday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to go back to college almost every single day. Firstly, to do recording for radio class live show project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, talking about recording :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my team mates and I having hell of a time camwhoring in the studio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UEvjFdwWTjA/SibpDMc7F0I/AAAAAAAABww/jVyh9SawtYk/s1600-h/SDC11654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UEvjFdwWTjA/SibpDMc7F0I/AAAAAAAABww/jVyh9SawtYk/s400/SDC11654.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343214249013090114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Recording Producer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We are supposed to be recording our commercials and we are kinda short of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEvjFdwWTjA/SibpC0zBoxI/AAAAAAAABwo/xvoWJ1-4tZg/s1600-h/SDC11697.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEvjFdwWTjA/SibpC0zBoxI/AAAAAAAABwo/xvoWJ1-4tZg/s400/SDC11697.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343214242663342866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With the one who is very super proud with his rounded jelly belly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEvjFdwWTjA/SibpCuGnH7I/AAAAAAAABwg/5g4Od85igiw/s1600-h/SDC11685.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEvjFdwWTjA/SibpCuGnH7I/AAAAAAAABwg/5g4Od85igiw/s400/SDC11685.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343214240866443186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UEvjFdwWTjA/SibpCS1xACI/AAAAAAAABwY/eR6eZRAtypE/s1600-h/SDC11655.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UEvjFdwWTjA/SibpCS1xACI/AAAAAAAABwY/eR6eZRAtypE/s400/SDC11655.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343214233548029986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hafiz's horny face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEvjFdwWTjA/SieSCAqwpUI/AAAAAAAABw4/qyCUdmbzgWE/s1600-h/SDC11669.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEvjFdwWTjA/SieSCAqwpUI/AAAAAAAABw4/qyCUdmbzgWE/s400/SDC11669.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343400046135125314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm still quite lack of skills when it comes to the technical part. Die la. We are gonna have our live show next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34009791@N08/3594204945/" title="The console by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3327/3594204945_e59b01ab24.jpg" alt="The console" width="420" height="325" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that, I gotta go back to college for a state photographer competition committee meeting that I'm involved in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I have singing performance rehearsals and practices to attend to, which the performance would be this Friday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah. Super busy. Want to stay away from college also quite hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, if you all didn't know, I started working at night in a tuition centre preparing notes and review exercises for the secondary school students since late April.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My days are really busy because during some days, I would have to get out from home 8.30am in the morn, bring everything else that's needed for the day with me, and then go to work right after college and then reach home at around 11.30pm. On certain days, I would have to go college, go marathon training and then go to work; and on Thursdays, I will have to go college, go dance class and then straight to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my whole point of saying this is, I actually skipped work this whole week (for no apparent reason. Woot). I also have decided that I would quit my job because I find no purpose in continue a job that do not actually contribute to my future endeavour, wellbeing or whatnot. I neglect too much of my college's assignments too in fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! And last Tuesday, I went to watch a movie with Jiayan and Hui Theng, 'Angels and Demons'. The most interesting part of my entire movie session is that, I slept throughout the 3/4 of the movie. Woot. You can give me your saluation if you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not that the movie isn't mind-blowing or mind-boggling or what, especially when it's scripted from Dan Brown's controversial thriller fiction novel. I guess I was just too tired. Hoho. But then I didn't miss the key parts of the movie! Like when the canister which contained a quarter of a gram of antimatter is found to be stolen, (and then after I just doooooze offffff....), and the scene where the canister was discovered, I woke up automatically. So I actually witnessed the 'Lost' and the 'Found' part of the key prop that engined the entire story. Hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is so all over the place but nevermind lah, as long as you can understand what I wrote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Project 365 is so outdated already. I'll post Day 25 first and then the rest I'll post as backdated post okay? Hoho. I'm kinda back to my slacky blog-updating style. Gees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day # 25 of Project 365&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34009791@N08/3596884735/" title="Recording Studio Foolery by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3387/3596884735_d67755168d.jpg" alt="Recording Studio Foolery" width="420" height="325" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Recording Studio Foolery: Hafiz &amp;amp; Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/743234646200911062-4340252731210811558?l=chinfern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinfern.blogspot.com/feeds/4340252731210811558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=743234646200911062&amp;postID=4340252731210811558&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743234646200911062/posts/default/4340252731210811558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743234646200911062/posts/default/4340252731210811558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinfern.blogspot.com/2009/06/holiday-doesnt-feel-like-holiday.html' title='Holiday doesn&apos;t feel like holiday'/><author><name>Chin Fern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08673763245092193869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEvjFdwWTjA/SbPNVcTjWYI/AAAAAAAABq0/BrUFbs_zAwg/S220/Beauty1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UEvjFdwWTjA/SibpDMc7F0I/AAAAAAAABww/jVyh9SawtYk/s72-c/SDC11654.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743234646200911062.post-1957108658578347857</id><published>2009-06-01T23:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T05:58:38.840-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Project 365'/><title type='text'>Cotton Candy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Day # 24 of Project 365&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34009791@N08/3597691946/" title="Cotton Candy by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3333/3597691946_9b70cc371a.jpg" alt="Cotton Candy" width="375" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cotton Candy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He's a sweet talkin' sugar coated candyman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; A sweet talkin' sugar coated candyman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And...ya, that's the only thing he's good at.&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/743234646200911062-1957108658578347857?l=chinfern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinfern.blogspot.com/feeds/1957108658578347857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=743234646200911062&amp;postID=1957108658578347857&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743234646200911062/posts/default/1957108658578347857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743234646200911062/posts/default/1957108658578347857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinfern.blogspot.com/2009/06/cotton-candy.html' title='Cotton Candy'/><author><name>Chin Fern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08673763245092193869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEvjFdwWTjA/SbPNVcTjWYI/AAAAAAAABq0/BrUFbs_zAwg/S220/Beauty1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3333/3597691946_9b70cc371a_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743234646200911062.post-7268965571664619537</id><published>2009-06-01T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T13:03:30.479-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Project 365'/><title type='text'>3-in-1 Project 365</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My Singapore travel trip's Project 365. More travel story next post. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day # 21 of Project 365&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34009791@N08/3594206111/" title="Retro with a modern twist by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2455/3594206111_5e3ff66191.jpg" alt="Retro with a modern twist" width="420" height="325" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=743234646200911062"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Retro with a modern twist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I remember when I was younger, I loved to sit beside my grandpa's work table and touch every single that is within my reach. Grandpa always like to use his long wooden ruler to hit my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cheeky &lt;/span&gt;hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among all, there is this one piece of old chunky equipment that intrigued me the most, the antique radio. Grandpa told me that was his favourite toy. Whenever there's a chance, I always like to play with the radio dials, twist and turning them with all my might. Then one final day, I spoiled it. Although Grandpa patted my little head, smiling while consoling me because I cried being too afraid that he would be mad at me, I can see the sadness and disappointment in his eyes. I felt really guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I chance upon this retro piece of radio with a little bit of modern tweak, it reminded me of Grandpa. He is long gone by now, but how I wish I can bring this to him and see his lovely smile again.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day # 22 of Project 365&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34009791@N08/3595015392/" title="Lead me to the brightest way by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3366/3595015392_28dd3b8862.jpg" alt="Lead me to the brightest way" width="375" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brightest promise?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want fallacy and be disappointed again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day # 23 of Project 365&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34009791@N08/3595017094/" title="Solitude by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2462/3595017094_d26c6f35ab.jpg" alt="Solitude" width="375" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Solitude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The beautiful architecture, the neatly planted trees, and the view by the river tell me what wonderful world this could be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked along the street and took a look at the people around me: Happy family, Loving couple, innocent kids and joyful friendships.&lt;br /&gt;And then I look at myself, my camera and my hand bag that I brought with me, I realise what a a pleasant solitude I am in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S I love smelling the scent of urban air. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ Raffles Places, Singapore&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/743234646200911062-7268965571664619537?l=chinfern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinfern.blogspot.com/feeds/7268965571664619537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=743234646200911062&amp;postID=7268965571664619537&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743234646200911062/posts/default/7268965571664619537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743234646200911062/posts/default/7268965571664619537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinfern.blogspot.com/2009/06/3-in-1-project-365.html' title='3-in-1 Project 365'/><author><name>Chin Fern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08673763245092193869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEvjFdwWTjA/SbPNVcTjWYI/AAAAAAAABq0/BrUFbs_zAwg/S220/Beauty1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2455/3594206111_5e3ff66191_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743234646200911062.post-7198505237078035777</id><published>2009-05-28T13:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T14:15:12.376-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shout out'/><title type='text'>Off to Singapore again!</title><content type='html'>Hoho. Yesh. I'm going to Singapore again. =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And mid-sem break has officially started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huuuu. I finally can take a breather off my hectic schedule every other day and get some holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then actually, I'm going to Singapore to attend a seminar on vocal training, not exactly for a holiday. Gees. However, I'm looking very forward to it. Woot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't be able to update Project 365 as timely but I'll definitely continue it in Singapore and post the photos up when I'm back on Monday. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I went to Veen Dee's house today and saw her violin. I requested her to play for me a simple tune or whatsoever as long as she plays, but she rejected me very cold-heartedly. I even threatened to post up her nose pimple's photo if she doesn't want to play for me. She still doesn't hell care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gees. So this is her nose pimple if you can see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UEvjFdwWTjA/Sh79_jl4PeI/AAAAAAAABwQ/gTKOjeffdUw/s1600-h/SDC11574.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UEvjFdwWTjA/Sh79_jl4PeI/AAAAAAAABwQ/gTKOjeffdUw/s400/SDC11574.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340985476435688930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Stupid orang yang sangat degil. Ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UEvjFdwWTjA/Sh79hG-n5fI/AAAAAAAABwI/aSKQ0BkYrmg/s1600-h/SDC11537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UEvjFdwWTjA/Sh79hG-n5fI/AAAAAAAABwI/aSKQ0BkYrmg/s400/SDC11537.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340984953358771698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Oh! That's just in case you miss me. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/743234646200911062-7198505237078035777?l=chinfern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinfern.blogspot.com/feeds/7198505237078035777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=743234646200911062&amp;postID=7198505237078035777&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743234646200911062/posts/default/7198505237078035777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743234646200911062/posts/default/7198505237078035777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinfern.blogspot.com/2009/05/off-to-singapore-again.html' title='Off to Singapore again!'/><author><name>Chin Fern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08673763245092193869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEvjFdwWTjA/SbPNVcTjWYI/AAAAAAAABq0/BrUFbs_zAwg/S220/Beauty1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UEvjFdwWTjA/Sh79_jl4PeI/AAAAAAAABwQ/gTKOjeffdUw/s72-c/SDC11574.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743234646200911062.post-4806641595381263584</id><published>2009-05-28T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T13:58:56.866-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Project 365'/><title type='text'>Routined Endless Buziness</title><content type='html'>Day # 20 of Project 365&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34009791@N08/3574205958/" title="Buziness by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3344/3574205958_0bd416057d.jpg" alt="Buziness" width="314" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Routined Endless Buziness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When can I take a rest? When I can I take a breath?&lt;br /&gt;The ties are colourful and happy; but do you know the stress and tension once it's smartly put over the shirt collar?&lt;br /&gt;Monday, Red; Tuesday, Blue; Wednesday, Striped; Thursday, Green; Friday, Orange and Saturday, Black; Sunday, (finally) tie-less.&lt;br /&gt;The work never stops, the routine never ends.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me: when can I really feel as colourful and as happy as the ties can be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my lecture's tie, hung at the back of his office door. If you look at the colour, you'll know that he definitely has a thing with ties. All the luminous and bright colours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's so cute, therefore I couldn't help to snap this shot to make it the photo of the day. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/743234646200911062-4806641595381263584?l=chinfern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinfern.blogspot.com/feeds/4806641595381263584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=743234646200911062&amp;postID=4806641595381263584&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743234646200911062/posts/default/4806641595381263584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743234646200911062/posts/default/4806641595381263584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinfern.blogspot.com/2009/05/routined-endless-buziness.html' title='Routined Endless Buziness'/><author><name>Chin Fern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08673763245092193869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEvjFdwWTjA/SbPNVcTjWYI/AAAAAAAABq0/BrUFbs_zAwg/S220/Beauty1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3344/3574205958_0bd416057d_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743234646200911062.post-465858971528067897</id><published>2009-05-27T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T13:37:29.498-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Project 365'/><title type='text'>Standing Out</title><content type='html'>Day # 19 of Project 365&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34009791@N08/3573355261/" title="Standing out by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2471/3573355261_8483bbd552.jpg" alt="Standing out" width="420" height="325" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing Out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I realise my life has just been like the rest of the leaves and grass that are monotonously green,&lt;br /&gt;I tell myself I want to be the odd Red leaf that stands out in the crowd: Outwit, outdo and outlast.&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/743234646200911062-465858971528067897?l=chinfern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinfern.blogspot.com/feeds/465858971528067897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=743234646200911062&amp;postID=465858971528067897&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743234646200911062/posts/default/465858971528067897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743234646200911062/posts/default/465858971528067897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinfern.blogspot.com/2009/05/standing-out.html' title='Standing Out'/><author><name>Chin Fern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08673763245092193869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEvjFdwWTjA/SbPNVcTjWYI/AAAAAAAABq0/BrUFbs_zAwg/S220/Beauty1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2471/3573355261_8483bbd552_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743234646200911062.post-5306044047141731579</id><published>2009-05-26T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T13:28:19.468-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Project 365'/><title type='text'>Light of Hope</title><content type='html'>Day # 18 of Project 365&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34009791@N08/3574206624/" title="Hope of Light by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2181/3574206624_524bb66ca5.jpg" alt="Hope of Light" width="375" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Light of Hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want you to share just my sadness, I want share my laughter too.&lt;br /&gt;So, in times of trouble or happiness, will you just stand by me and be my light of hope?&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/743234646200911062-5306044047141731579?l=chinfern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinfern.blogspot.com/feeds/5306044047141731579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=743234646200911062&amp;postID=5306044047141731579&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743234646200911062/posts/default/5306044047141731579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743234646200911062/posts/default/5306044047141731579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinfern.blogspot.com/2009/05/light-of-hope.html' title='Light of Hope'/><author><name>Chin Fern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08673763245092193869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEvjFdwWTjA/SbPNVcTjWYI/AAAAAAAABq0/BrUFbs_zAwg/S220/Beauty1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2181/3574206624_524bb66ca5_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743234646200911062.post-936711078392196531</id><published>2009-05-26T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T21:09:52.139-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My jaw dropped'/><title type='text'>Shaheen Jafargholi</title><content type='html'>Britain's Got Talent 2009's Shaheen Jafargholi has a super duper awesome voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The embedding is disabled so I can't put the video here. But here's the awesome link, to listen to the awesome voice:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VYDM3MIzEHo"&gt;Britain's Got Talent 2009's Shaheen Jafargholi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've listened to it like hundred times. And everytime I listen, there's some tremendous reaction of goosebumps due to his awesome voice and his cute face and cute smile and&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; cute dimples!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.mirror.co.uk/upl/m4/apr2009/9/0/image-9-for-britain-s-got-talent-saturday-18th-april-gallery-489956927.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 425px; height: 276px;" src="http://images.mirror.co.uk/upl/m4/apr2009/9/0/image-9-for-britain-s-got-talent-saturday-18th-april-gallery-489956927.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why but I think Susan Boyle has been so overrated. This young boy here belted a way more impressive performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the notorious Simon Cowell gave him a standing ovation. So how can you miss this merely 12-year-old fantabulous awesome talent?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VYDM3MIzEHo&amp;amp;NR=1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch now!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/743234646200911062-936711078392196531?l=chinfern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinfern.blogspot.com/feeds/936711078392196531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=743234646200911062&amp;postID=936711078392196531&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743234646200911062/posts/default/936711078392196531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743234646200911062/posts/default/936711078392196531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinfern.blogspot.com/2009/05/shaheen-jafargholi.html' title='Shaheen Jafargholi'/><author><name>Chin Fern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08673763245092193869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEvjFdwWTjA/SbPNVcTjWYI/AAAAAAAABq0/BrUFbs_zAwg/S220/Beauty1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743234646200911062.post-5797371907025396296</id><published>2009-05-25T22:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T13:37:59.085-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Project 365'/><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>Day # 17 of Project 365&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34009791@N08/3574162802/" title="-No title- by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3400/3574162802_ab06f1f760.jpg" alt="-No title-" width="375" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Untitled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when I feel like merely living in my own world and not accommodating people's sight, I like to put on an over-sized shirt, my nerdy spectacles, bun up my hair and wear the simplest pearly white ear stud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blunt and discreet: so people would choose to just walk pass me.&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/743234646200911062-5797371907025396296?l=chinfern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinfern.blogspot.com/feeds/5797371907025396296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=743234646200911062&amp;postID=5797371907025396296&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743234646200911062/posts/default/5797371907025396296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743234646200911062/posts/default/5797371907025396296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinfern.blogspot.com/2009/05/untitled.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>Chin Fern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08673763245092193869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEvjFdwWTjA/SbPNVcTjWYI/AAAAAAAABq0/BrUFbs_zAwg/S220/Beauty1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3400/3574162802_ab06f1f760_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743234646200911062.post-8314848401647623884</id><published>2009-05-24T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T12:35:39.184-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Project 365'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='G-Clique'/><title type='text'>For G-Clique</title><content type='html'>Day # 16 of Project 365&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34009791@N08/3567553138/" title="We are all here :) by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3619/3567553138_f2d8754751.jpg" alt="We are all here :)" width="420" height="325" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We are all here&lt;br /&gt;Jiayan, Fern &amp;amp; Hui Ting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G-Clique mini reunion, like finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bestest high school mates till now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One came back for 'study' break, one back for semester break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mini&lt;/span&gt; because the other 3 person are still hanging around some corner of the world, don't want to come back to Penang yet. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oi, G-Clique sekalian:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you see the reflection on the marble table? If you change our faces into your faces, it made it like 6 of us are 'spiritually' together. Hoho. I'm very lame, but then nice and wen xin right? Hence the title of the photo anyway &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*more updates in this post soon. Gotta hit the hay. It's nearly 3am. Crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Updated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to change the title instead, so that it sounds more personal, because some of you kept complaining I never really talk about G-Clique in my blog. So here it is. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those that are not G-Clique and is reading this: We are a group of 6 hot chics that produce the biggest and noisiest sound if we gather together. (But most of the time they pinpoint at me as the cause to noise volume).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clique was founded in year 2006, when I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;so-happen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; to be in the same class as the intelligent 5 others. Whenever I'm with them, I would never admit or boost that I'm smart (Haha, like I never did. *roll eyes*).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you what power they have to make me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(sometimes) humble:&lt;br /&gt;One, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Miss Oh Su Lin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;, the Top 1 girl for 3 consecutive years, that it is a tedious task to try to beat her and now she's working hard to get a place in Cambridge Uni in England. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Siao bo siao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; And mind you, she doesn't look nerdy at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Miss Ooi Jiayan aka Jelly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;, the only person in the 6 who got herself a JPA scholarship to study in New Zealand; She has rosy cheeks and I always laugh at her joke. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;Liow Ying Tian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;, the Top 10s or not Top 15s in school, now on the way to becoming a doctor. And the first and only person to have a boyfriend among us all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! the three above are also gifted with the talent in music, besides that fact that I'm a better singer than them though. Hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Lee Phey Chien&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;, also the Top 10s or not Top 15s in school, also a beautiful doctor in-the-making. I reckon next time she would have a lot of repeated patients, just so that they can take a look at her. Oh! And she's super good in making &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;certain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; sounds. If you GET what I mean. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Lew Hui Ting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; and I like to totally change her name and call her Lau Hui Theng because when I first got to know her and when we started to become closer friends, I totally thought that her name is spelled as that and even proudly wrote it for her in msn. =S This one is an accountant in the making. And she's like the mum in our clique because she has the mother-style when she talks to us and maybe also because she was the monitor when we were in the same class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, now is no. Six, which is me! Woot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Tan Chin Fern&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;. I don't know, she's just beyond describable by words.I think she's just so cool la, don't know how to say. So to know her better, read her blog - &lt;a href="http://chinfern.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://chinfern.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait. you are actually here. Woot. And I realise I'm being super lame. =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh back to G-clique, now that studies and our future visions did us apart, and that I'm the only one left in Penang, every gathering means a lot. Because we can see each other like 3 months once? Or less? The one that studies in England even worst, like once a year?  -.- We used to see each other everyday &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;until sien&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on Sunday, Jiayan, Hui Theng and I met up at OXO Cafelab. They both talked so much until they partially ignore my presence. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while they were BUSY TALKING to EACH OTHER, I saw two black plastic bags on the other untaken chair. So I interrupted them: 'eh, you went to Queensbay just now?' And then I look into the bag to see they have purchased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a plus-sized magazine featuring Jay Chou. woot. Jay Chou. So I was kinda estatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UEvjFdwWTjA/Sh2LZj7BQpI/AAAAAAAABwA/GMgQRFUeL0E/s1600-h/SDC11524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UEvjFdwWTjA/Sh2LZj7BQpI/AAAAAAAABwA/GMgQRFUeL0E/s400/SDC11524.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340578004387054226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three of us love Jay Chou super a lot, so I assume the saw some Jay Chou magazine, bought for themselves and did not tell me. =( What a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I proceeded to ask for the price of the magazine so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just in case&lt;/span&gt; it's afforable I want to go get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hui Theng was kinda hesitant to answer. "Don't ask la," she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why?" I wondered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Because this is for you. Your belated birthday present!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I omg like don't know how many times. They are so thoughtful to give me the surprise. =)) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that, they bought me a lot of other things: big black tote, smiley face badge, musical note earrings, roll-on glitter for make-up, yellow duckie cellophone tape (weird right, but they think of me when they saw it just because I &lt;a href="http://chinfern.blogspot.com/2008/04/miss-yello-duckie.html"&gt;blog about it&lt;/a&gt; long time ago, once), and two printed photos of three of us. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had fun talking and gossiping. All of you were in our minds that night, so don't worry you've missed out this gathering. Like I said, virtually together. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wei! All of you, come back soon. I can't wait to be the noisest and the most irritating group of people when 6 of us hang out again next time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; G-clique&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/743234646200911062-8314848401647623884?l=chinfern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinfern.blogspot.com/feeds/8314848401647623884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=743234646200911062&amp;postID=8314848401647623884&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743234646200911062/posts/default/8314848401647623884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743234646200911062/posts/default/8314848401647623884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinfern.blogspot.com/2009/05/we-are-all-here.html' title='For G-Clique'/><author><name>Chin Fern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08673763245092193869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEvjFdwWTjA/SbPNVcTjWYI/AAAAAAAABq0/BrUFbs_zAwg/S220/Beauty1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3619/3567553138_f2d8754751_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743234646200911062.post-7484629756147797603</id><published>2009-05-23T22:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T10:04:14.859-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Project 365'/><title type='text'>Catwoman and Hello Kitty</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I went to a friend's house for a musical play practice today. Her place is a home full of cats and if my counting is right, it is around about 20 cats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;20 Cats&lt;/span&gt;, together with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;6 human beings&lt;/span&gt; in a house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a comparison, I only have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;1 dog&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;at home, with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;4 human beings&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, our practice did not work out as well because the main actor and actresses couldn't make it, choreographer wasn't well, crews did not turn up, musicians team wasn't complete and the rest of what-nots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we only manage to practise part of the script for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;once&lt;/span&gt; during the entire 3 hours and the rest of the time....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....I cat-camwhore. Like REALLY camwhore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mummy cat just gave birth to 4 cute lil' kittens. They are too cute and I couldn't help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34009791@N08/3563286811/" title="Milking by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3564/3563286811_ffeb8150bc.jpg" alt="Milking" width="400" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Milking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm never really a fan of cats. Never. I think their purrs are scary. But the kitten's are toooooo cute and I just have to give them the limelight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34009791@N08/3563289551/" title="Let's do some Yoga? by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2437/3563289551_25e9a1c009.jpg" alt="Let's do some Yoga?" width="400" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let's do some Yoga?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, the odd-one-out-orange-fur-coat little kitten demonstrated some Yoga moves and expected me to follow. I foolishly followed and that's why this photo is upside down. =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34009791@N08/3564108938/" title="Siblings by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3619/3564108938_814f618a14.jpg" alt="Siblings" width="300" height="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The rest just sat down quietly, posing for my camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then somehow, they encounter conflicts because one wants to outdo and 'outpose' one another in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34009791@N08/3564147674/" title="Cat-fight by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3599/3564147674_e1af4fa200.jpg" alt="Cat-fight" width="400" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34009791@N08/3564147678/" title="Argument and Intolerance by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2433/3564147678_75dabface4.jpg" alt="Argument and Intolerance" width="300" height="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was really some major Cat-Fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then they got really tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34009791@N08/3564147694/" title="I don't wanna know by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3592/3564147694_b5088d8a43.jpg" alt="I don't wanna know" width="400" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34009791@N08/3564147696/" title="Cuddley-cuddlo by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3319/3564147696_12009c74ff.jpg" alt="Cuddley-cuddlo" width="400" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34009791@N08/3563351439/" title="I'll always be my your side by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3608/3563351439_b4b08453ec.jpg" alt="I'll always be my your side" width="300" height="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Super duper uber adorable. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, I'm using a lot of flickr images recently that makes the photos load slower, but be patient. It's a good payoff for nicer images.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of all these that I've taken, I've chosen my favourite one as my photo of the day. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day # 14 of Project 365&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34009791@N08/3563905452/" title="Tender Loving Care by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3300/3563905452_33a6aab1f7.jpg" alt="Tender Loving Care" width="420" height="345" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nolstalgic Touch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you still remember how your mother showered you her love and care and sit right beside you throughout the nights when you were having your nightmares?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nostalgic gentle pat on the head reminds how you encouraged and supported me when I failed that short-distance race and the singing competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tugged into your hug and teared even more. You softly whispered into my ear and said: "You made me so proud my dear child."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without you, I won't turn out to be me. I love you, Mum. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/743234646200911062-7484629756147797603?l=chinfern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinfern.blogspot.com/feeds/7484629756147797603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=743234646200911062&amp;postID=7484629756147797603&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743234646200911062/posts/default/7484629756147797603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743234646200911062/posts/default/7484629756147797603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinfern.blogspot.com/2009/05/catwoman-and-hello-kitty.html' title='Catwoman and Hello Kitty'/><author><name>Chin Fern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08673763245092193869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEvjFdwWTjA/SbPNVcTjWYI/AAAAAAAABq0/BrUFbs_zAwg/S220/Beauty1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3564/3563286811_ffeb8150bc_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743234646200911062.post-888162078584619377</id><published>2009-05-22T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T10:50:49.145-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Project 365'/><title type='text'>Where are you?</title><content type='html'>Today, when I was up and ready to go out from home, I realise my hair was a bit messy and I wanted to tie it up before I go out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I COULDN'T FIND MY FRIGGIN' SMILEY HAIR BAND that I just bought not long ago!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High and low and still no show! =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I last remember I put it in my beach bag. But it's nowhere to be seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day # 14 of Project 365&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34009791@N08/3559284499/" title="Double Smiley Hairband by ChinFern Tan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3371/3559284499_837e6f0480.jpg" alt="Double Smiley Hairband" width="375" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Double Smiley Hairband&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A simple hairband that simply brightens up your gloomy day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Please tell me where are you? I can't afford to lose you.&lt;br /&gt;(I have a fetish on yellow smiley faces, can't blame me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all day long I've been pausing in between my thoughts, recalling where have I misplace this little thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/743234646200911062-888162078584619377?l=chinfern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinfern.blogspot.com/feeds/888162078584619377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=743234646200911062&amp;postID=888162078584619377&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743234646200911062/posts/default/888162078584619377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743234646200911062/posts/default/888162078584619377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinfern.blogspot.com/2009/05/where-are-you.html' title='Where are you?'/><author><name>Chin Fern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08673763245092193869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEvjFdwWTjA/SbPNVcTjWYI/AAAAAAAABq0/BrUFbs_zAwg/S220/Beauty1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3371/3559284499_837e6f0480_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743234646200911062.post-7021720403479386132</id><published>2009-05-21T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T04:49:13.847-07:00</updated><category scheme='htt
