<?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-7734334323974294710</id><updated>2012-01-29T12:49:38.188+08:00</updated><category term='Rosaline mummy'/><category term='story'/><category term='mother&apos;s day'/><category term='bloggers'/><category term='Disney Princess'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='guys'/><category term='note'/><category term='beach'/><category term='incredible humans'/><category term='facebook games'/><category term='cartoons'/><category term='Curry Pao'/><category term='relationships'/><category term='photos'/><category term='confessions'/><category term='lyrics'/><category term='random survey'/><category term='Miley Cyrus'/><category term='Winnie the pooh'/><category term='seashells'/><category term='baby sister'/><category term='siblings'/><category term='biology'/><category term='celebrities'/><category term='wentworth miller'/><category term='first blog'/><category term='self-esteem'/><category term='my life'/><category term='football'/><category term='love'/><category term='rant'/><category term='Jocelyn'/><category term='friends'/><category term='humor'/><title type='text'>Rawr ♥</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammiexxoo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734334323974294710/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammiexxoo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734334323974294710/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Tammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06384417038245277095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/S6zPrSAmsmI/AAAAAAAABGg/OE1-V6X5-TM/S220/Smile_will_you__by_tammiexoxo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>205</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7734334323974294710.post-1058805913737276499</id><published>2012-01-28T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T23:40:37.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wish List</title><content type='html'>Okay! So I've finally got enough things I need to make a wish list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I always say I don't like to make a wish list because I believe that people close to me should know what I want instead of me telling them what I want. But I guess no one will know the exact things I want if I don't say it out. Yeah, it may be cool and totally awesome and touching if you guys did get me something I need&amp;nbsp;even though&amp;nbsp;I never said it out loud, but it's not fair to people who love me. Something I've learn along the way. I'm working on it. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've compiled a list of material things I think would be&amp;nbsp;beneficial&amp;nbsp;to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;1. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Horseradish: Bitter Truths You Can't Avoid&lt;/i&gt; by Lemony Snicket&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.barnesandnoble.com/images/12870000/12877210.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://images.barnesandnoble.com/images/12870000/12877210.jpg" width="268" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/41xnSvLdlvL.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/41xnSvLdlvL.jpg" width="224" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;The cover looks like this. Memorise it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am utterly amazed at the way Lemony Snicket writes.&lt;br /&gt;His&amp;nbsp;writings&amp;nbsp;are inspiring and funny, loving and touching, all in one. I have read quotes from this book which makes me want for more.&lt;br /&gt;But when I go searching for them in&amp;nbsp;book stores&amp;nbsp;around KL, not one copy is found.&lt;br /&gt;Thus, making me sad.&lt;br /&gt;Even Kinokuniya does not seem to have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Soul Surfer&lt;/i&gt; by Bethany Hamilton&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://images4.fanpop.com/image/photos/21700000/Soul-Surfer-book-soul-surfer-21748593-494-753.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://images4.fanpop.com/image/photos/21700000/Soul-Surfer-book-soul-surfer-21748593-494-753.jpg" width="209" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;This is the cover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;or this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9nMXktA4wEM/TyQTHze5y4I/AAAAAAAAB1o/RJyEwsnAOz8/s1600/Untitled.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9nMXktA4wEM/TyQTHze5y4I/AAAAAAAAB1o/RJyEwsnAOz8/s320/Untitled.png" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;You know I prefer this cover better. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Well, no matter what the cover looks like, what's inside those cover is what I'm looking forward to have.&lt;br /&gt;It's a movie now, but I don't want to watch the movie until I've read the book. Usually books are always way better then the movie adaptation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What made me want this book is simple, it's inspiring. It talks about faith from a teen girl's point of view. And if there's life changing lessons Bethany learnt, I need to have them in my life as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By now you probably think all the items in my wishlist are books.&lt;br /&gt;Well guess what.. You're right. Because my wishlist ends here. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I'll be updating this from time to time, to add in more things I want or need (that hopefully are something else other than book. lol)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm easy to please, give me an interesting book and I'll shut up for 1 whole day. I love reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;It brings me places.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Teaches me new emotions.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gives me new&amp;nbsp;perspective.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Encourages me during tough times.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Expands my imaginations. So.. why not wish for books?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, wait for my list to be updated! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7734334323974294710-1058805913737276499?l=tammiexxoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammiexxoo.blogspot.com/feeds/1058805913737276499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7734334323974294710&amp;postID=1058805913737276499&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734334323974294710/posts/default/1058805913737276499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734334323974294710/posts/default/1058805913737276499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammiexxoo.blogspot.com/2012/01/wish-list.html' title='Wish List'/><author><name>Tammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06384417038245277095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/S6zPrSAmsmI/AAAAAAAABGg/OE1-V6X5-TM/S220/Smile_will_you__by_tammiexoxo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9nMXktA4wEM/TyQTHze5y4I/AAAAAAAAB1o/RJyEwsnAOz8/s72-c/Untitled.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7734334323974294710.post-4156171664550368320</id><published>2011-11-13T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T00:14:15.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cats with wings and...</title><content type='html'>Tortoises&amp;nbsp;have shells.&lt;br /&gt;Bulls have horns.&lt;br /&gt;Dogs have tails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But do you know that there actually are cats in this world that grows wings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Yeah, I'm back blogging about strange and&amp;nbsp;unusual&amp;nbsp;things :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, some cats grow wings. BELIEVE MEEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;Yesh I'm still high on 'drugs' but not on the synthetic drugs, okay. Still high on Jesus. lol. So what I'm about to blog is fully true. BELIEVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lrp8sbgpC21r3sytfo1_500.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="179" src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lrp8sbgpC21r3sytfo1_500.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there's this cat in China, it grew wings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You expect me to say more? You don't believe me do you? Well, you need to! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, okay, no more trolling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2008/08/27/article-0-026B4E0200000578-845_468x660.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://i.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2008/08/27/article-0-026B4E0200000578-845_468x660.jpg" width="451" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This lady, Feng, owns a winged cat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Read original story &lt;a href="http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-1049610/Ready-Tiddles-Meet-cats-sprouted-wings.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Feng lives in Sichuan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;This winged cat with no name is a tom cat (boy cat).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Feng says her cat started growing wings when all the queen cats (lady cats) comes after her tom cat.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 267.12km from Feng's home in Sichuan,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z6JH5LPamNk/Tr6UEBFGgKI/AAAAAAAAB08/cylJlJxiyzQ/s1600/Untitled.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="331" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z6JH5LPamNk/Tr6UEBFGgKI/AAAAAAAAB08/cylJlJxiyzQ/s640/Untitled.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another family in Chongqing also has a winged cat. (I am so&amp;nbsp;geographical.tsk.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So this family has a winged cat too. &lt;a href="http://www.thecatzine.com/2009/05/cat-in-china-grows-a-pair-of-wings/"&gt;Proof&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pics-site.com/wp-content/uploads/Cat-with-Wings-China-3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://www.pics-site.com/wp-content/uploads/Cat-with-Wings-China-3.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thecatzine.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/05/cat_wingswidec.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://www.thecatzine.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/05/cat_wingswidec.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;In fact, winged cats aren't as unusual as you think. There appears to be a lot of them throughout history. So much that Wikipedia has a compilation of cats who grew wings. Check it out &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Winged_cat"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you did click on all the links I've&amp;nbsp;provided, you'll also find out why these cats grew wings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, it's because these cats have long coats of fur. Longer then normal cats. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Winged_cat"&gt;Wikipedia &lt;/a&gt;suggested 3 main factors: 1. Poor grooming 2. Skin condition 3. DNA causes growth of extra limbs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're wondering, none of these cats can fly. Those wings are just extra growth on their backs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think I'm going to stop here, you're wrong. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we're on winged cats, I thought I might as well cover 'horn' cats. See what I did there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wing = Angel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Horn = Devil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Awesome right. As if dishing to you about winged cats aren't enough, I present to you, Yoda, a cat with 'horns':&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2008/08/19/article-1046684-025653A200000578-232_468x699.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://i.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2008/08/19/article-1046684-025653A200000578-232_468x699.jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yoda looks pretty sinister here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's a&amp;nbsp;coincidence&amp;nbsp;that he's a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;black&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;cat, right. &lt;i&gt;Right&lt;/i&gt;. *grin*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well, technically, Yoda does not have horns. Those 2 flaps on his head are extra ear flaps. So Yoda is actually a cat with 4 ears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Go ahead, read the full&amp;nbsp;article&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-1046684/Meet-Yoda-cat-FOUR-ears.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Despite&amp;nbsp;all these weird things about these cats, I'm sure that they are still normal cats with normal&amp;nbsp;behaviours. Don't go worshipping them and stuff. heh.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Until the next weird news (or my next emotional blog post), see ya!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7734334323974294710-4156171664550368320?l=tammiexxoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammiexxoo.blogspot.com/feeds/4156171664550368320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7734334323974294710&amp;postID=4156171664550368320&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734334323974294710/posts/default/4156171664550368320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734334323974294710/posts/default/4156171664550368320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammiexxoo.blogspot.com/2011/11/cats-with-wings-and.html' title='Cats with wings and...'/><author><name>Tammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06384417038245277095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/S6zPrSAmsmI/AAAAAAAABGg/OE1-V6X5-TM/S220/Smile_will_you__by_tammiexoxo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z6JH5LPamNk/Tr6UEBFGgKI/AAAAAAAAB08/cylJlJxiyzQ/s72-c/Untitled.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7734334323974294710.post-1239824730865391117</id><published>2011-11-11T08:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T08:31:19.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Drug</title><content type='html'>I'm on a kind of drug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been having this drug in my system for more then 48 hours. I feel great. It's as if there's no burden in me&amp;nbsp;any more. I don't need to worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's better then morphine (I heard they're good). It's better then&amp;nbsp;ecstasy&amp;nbsp;(I hear they can easily make you high).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This drug is different, it makes me feel calm and high at the same time. And amazingly enough, there's no bad&amp;nbsp;side effects. Maybe the obvious side effect is that it makes you talk about it with passion.&lt;br /&gt;Although this pill costs more then you can imagine, it&amp;nbsp;paid&amp;nbsp;for &lt;i&gt;itself&lt;/i&gt;, so that all of us can have it like it's water.&amp;nbsp;Like I said, this drug is free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you haven't figure out what I'm talking about yet, here's a hint: this drug is&amp;nbsp;Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have know this drug for most of my life. I've accepted it before. But what I've never really did was to take it in. Fully swallow it down. Before this, I let my insecurities,&amp;nbsp;miseries,&amp;nbsp;anxieties&amp;nbsp;and worries take over. No more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the way my mind's eyes are opened. I love the way I have solutions for my miseries. I love the way He sets me free. But most of all, I love that fact that I know I'm in good hands.&lt;br /&gt;You certainly feel wonderful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7734334323974294710-1239824730865391117?l=tammiexxoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammiexxoo.blogspot.com/feeds/1239824730865391117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7734334323974294710&amp;postID=1239824730865391117&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734334323974294710/posts/default/1239824730865391117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734334323974294710/posts/default/1239824730865391117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammiexxoo.blogspot.com/2011/11/drug.html' title='The Drug'/><author><name>Tammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06384417038245277095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/S6zPrSAmsmI/AAAAAAAABGg/OE1-V6X5-TM/S220/Smile_will_you__by_tammiexoxo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7734334323974294710.post-814071246632759661</id><published>2011-11-09T19:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T19:02:56.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Generation's Hue</title><content type='html'>Hi guys! (if you all are still stalking my blog)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have something special to share with you guys today. Something that touched me when I first watched it. Something simple yet full of impact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just found out that my friends made a PSA video and named it "A Generation's Hue", in case you don't know what PSA means, it stands for Public Service Announcement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've watched it. And if the main actor (the father) wasn't a friend I know&amp;nbsp;personally, I would have tear a little bit, rage a little bit, while watching the 1 minute video.&lt;br /&gt;I guess it just feels weird to see someone you know act so&amp;nbsp;violent&amp;nbsp;all of a sudden, and he's not like that in real life. He's a God fearing guy in real life :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, click this &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.primeworks.com.my/justaminute/poll.aspx#!prettyPhoto/8/"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;to&amp;nbsp;direct you to the video. It's actually a contest and they are in the top 10 finalist. That should say something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a141/vallieresk/gifs/BradleyCoopsImpressed.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="162" src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a141/vallieresk/gifs/BradleyCoopsImpressed.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've watched all the 9 other PSA videos, and I can honestly,&amp;nbsp;unbias-ly&amp;nbsp;tell you that "A Generation's Hue" is the best.&lt;br /&gt;Watch it, and if you feel it's not good enough, don't vote. But if you think it really speaks out the message the video was carrying, vote.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7734334323974294710-814071246632759661?l=tammiexxoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammiexxoo.blogspot.com/feeds/814071246632759661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7734334323974294710&amp;postID=814071246632759661&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734334323974294710/posts/default/814071246632759661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734334323974294710/posts/default/814071246632759661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammiexxoo.blogspot.com/2011/11/generations-hue.html' title='A Generation&apos;s Hue'/><author><name>Tammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06384417038245277095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/S6zPrSAmsmI/AAAAAAAABGg/OE1-V6X5-TM/S220/Smile_will_you__by_tammiexoxo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a141/vallieresk/gifs/th_BradleyCoopsImpressed.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7734334323974294710.post-5472839443357881390</id><published>2011-11-01T19:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T19:20:50.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too sudden, too young</title><content type='html'>I found out that the girl who move in after I moved out of my old room passed away a few days ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An&amp;nbsp;eerie&amp;nbsp;feeling crept upon me... because somehow, I felt like she's my replacement. She may not know me, she only knows she got a room to stay in PJ because I moved out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She died from heart condition. Heard from my ex&amp;nbsp;room-mate&amp;nbsp;that she fainted while in the bathroom. Her mother felt weird that her daughter spent such a long time in the bathroom, but when she come around to checked, she was&amp;nbsp;unconscious. By the time they sent her to the hospital, it was too late. Her heart stopped beating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I hear that story being told, I felt sad.&lt;br /&gt;Still such young girl, probably around 19-20 years old. Yet her&amp;nbsp;journey&amp;nbsp;on earth ended. I wonder if she knew God. I wonder if she ever had the chance to get to know Him before she left :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may not know her personally. But I found her facebook profile while going though my ex room-mate's profile.&lt;br /&gt;Friends wrote on her wall. So many wishing her R.I.P.&lt;br /&gt;I saw her face. I&amp;nbsp;recognised&amp;nbsp;her. I've seen her around campus before. Then I saw her photos taken with her family. Her mother smiled so happily while posing with her in the photos. I can only imagine how opposite her dear mother must have felt now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every life is precious.&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter if everyone hates you when you're alive. It doesn't matter if you hate yourself or your life. As long as you've set foot on this earth, you have, in one way or another impacted someone's life. And when you leave, someone will mourn for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Because you see, all of us are connected.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7734334323974294710-5472839443357881390?l=tammiexxoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammiexxoo.blogspot.com/feeds/5472839443357881390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7734334323974294710&amp;postID=5472839443357881390&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734334323974294710/posts/default/5472839443357881390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734334323974294710/posts/default/5472839443357881390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammiexxoo.blogspot.com/2011/11/too-sudden-too-young.html' title='Too sudden, too young'/><author><name>Tammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06384417038245277095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/S6zPrSAmsmI/AAAAAAAABGg/OE1-V6X5-TM/S220/Smile_will_you__by_tammiexoxo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7734334323974294710.post-2720262886530293752</id><published>2011-10-28T15:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T15:57:37.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No.</title><content type='html'>Today I found out how fortunate I am to have parents who does not give me everything I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my childhood, it was so difficult to get my mother to buy me any thing I want in the shopping mall.&lt;br /&gt;Even if I begged, pout, pulled a long dark face or cried, she is always firm in her answer, No.&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, my mother always provide me with things I &lt;i&gt;need&lt;/i&gt;, just not all the things I &lt;i&gt;want&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I want toys, I want candies, I want useless products that looks good. Unlike me, she knows those things aren't&amp;nbsp;beneficial&amp;nbsp;for me, so she needs to make the&amp;nbsp;decision&amp;nbsp;for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I grew up, my mother starts to introduce me to&amp;nbsp;responsibility&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;independence.&lt;br /&gt;She would make me go to shops and buy stuff on my own. Cook lunch or dinner for the family. Give me the responsibility of looking after my younger&amp;nbsp;siblings. If she and dad have to go out and run some&amp;nbsp;errands, she would drill in me that I have to feed them and not let them stay up so late at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that time I felt that she was so&amp;nbsp;nagging&amp;nbsp;and annoying. I swore to myself that I would never be a mother like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand now why she was so 'hard' on me. Because she was the eldest daughter in her family too. I used to complain for being the first child in the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She knows how important it was for the&amp;nbsp;first-born&amp;nbsp;to learn to be&amp;nbsp;independent&amp;nbsp;and responsible.&lt;br /&gt;Ma, thank you for this hard to learn, yet precious lesson in life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7734334323974294710-2720262886530293752?l=tammiexxoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammiexxoo.blogspot.com/feeds/2720262886530293752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7734334323974294710&amp;postID=2720262886530293752&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734334323974294710/posts/default/2720262886530293752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734334323974294710/posts/default/2720262886530293752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammiexxoo.blogspot.com/2011/10/no.html' title='No.'/><author><name>Tammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06384417038245277095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/S6zPrSAmsmI/AAAAAAAABGg/OE1-V6X5-TM/S220/Smile_will_you__by_tammiexoxo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7734334323974294710.post-2890012145060825728</id><published>2011-10-26T01:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T01:20:02.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;He remembers my name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lmpkg3urjt1qclt3z.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="112" src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lmpkg3urjt1qclt3z.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when he said "Tammie, right?"&lt;br /&gt;I was so freakishingly shy that I didn't have the guts to look at him in his eyes. whattheheck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lpe2xqC42E1qetbbj.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="179" src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lpe2xqC42E1qetbbj.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I wanted to headdesk myself when I got home and realised that I should've answered him:&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;Yeah&lt;/span&gt; *insert smile*&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt; and you are XXXXX&lt;/span&gt;(his name, which I know but I'm not going to reveal here)&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;, right?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Instead.&lt;/span&gt; You know what I replied him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Yes.&lt;/i&gt;"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Y.E.S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One word.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not even a glance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He must think I'm Snow Queen or something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW FORMAL CAN I GET.&lt;br /&gt;LIKE, URGGGHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ls0heig2x31qat88z.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="110" src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ls0heig2x31qat88z.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Why, Tammie, why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ltby21fAG71qmrb9o.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="151" src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ltby21fAG71qmrb9o.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Oh boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ls3lw4cz8B1r0z9svo1_250.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ls3lw4cz8B1r0z9svo1_250.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Woody agrees I suck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e398/SFA2/Watsonfacepalm.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="149" src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e398/SFA2/Watsonfacepalm.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Moustache&amp;nbsp;uncle agrees too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gifbin.com/bin/062010/1275389857_naked-gun-facepalm.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://www.gifbin.com/bin/062010/1275389857_naked-gun-facepalm.gif" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Everyone agrees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's not your&amp;nbsp;discipline&amp;nbsp;teacher, Tammie Tan Ming Ai.&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you add a "Sir" behind your "Yes."&amp;nbsp;Might as well, since you made it that formal. Gahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Why can't I think clearly when I have the chance to properly interact with you. Why can't I stop being so madly shy. I want to look you in the eyes to let you know that you've made a good impression on me; not act like some cold stuck-up uni girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Why do you keep planting these nice memories..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7734334323974294710-2890012145060825728?l=tammiexxoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammiexxoo.blogspot.com/feeds/2890012145060825728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7734334323974294710&amp;postID=2890012145060825728&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734334323974294710/posts/default/2890012145060825728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734334323974294710/posts/default/2890012145060825728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammiexxoo.blogspot.com/2011/10/yes.html' title='Yes.'/><author><name>Tammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06384417038245277095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/S6zPrSAmsmI/AAAAAAAABGg/OE1-V6X5-TM/S220/Smile_will_you__by_tammiexoxo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7734334323974294710.post-3101881698191329140</id><published>2011-10-23T23:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T23:44:11.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The simplest church Service</title><content type='html'>...can teach you the most&amp;nbsp;valuable&amp;nbsp;lesson. ya know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time we, no, I want happening music for Praise &amp;amp; Worship session. I want a&amp;nbsp;hilarious&amp;nbsp;person to preach the sermon. But honestly, how impactful are those to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, with just 6 people, we gather in His name. We sang and then this Aunty, a friend of my mother, started sharing her personal testimony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is a&amp;nbsp;petite and thin&amp;nbsp;lady. She dresses in a demure way. Her hair is chopped in bob style and strains of whites are showing.&amp;nbsp;Fingers on her left hand are curled in, in a way that is not obvious, but if you do pay attention, your eyes will always linger on them a second longer then they should.&lt;br /&gt;I have a feeling her appearance does not justify her age. Wrinkles. Overly tanned skin.&amp;nbsp;Perhaps its the hard years she had to endure working during her youth, or perhaps she just looks older then she really is, either way, she does look like a woman who is worn out physically. However,&amp;nbsp;despite&amp;nbsp;all that, she wears a smile that is warm and genuine. You can see that there is real joy and peace that radiates out of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She shared lots of things. About her old woman, how her mother fell and cut herself. How hard it was for her and how tired this unfortunate event made her. At first I was listening to her, nodding my head at all the correct moments and just wondering where all this is going...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, Aunty started talking about serving in church. Somehow, that caught my attention. She is the committee of the church. One of the few who was there to support the church from Day 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During church service yesterday, she was asked to care for the pastor's children, all 3 of them. Since the children's mother and grandma were in the choir and the pastor himself is preaching, she (as the&amp;nbsp;Sunday&amp;nbsp;School teacher) was the only one&amp;nbsp;available&amp;nbsp;to care for the children. The kids fell asleep in her arms during the service. Then it was time for photography session. For the committees to take a photo to be printed in the church's magazine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was during this time that her battle begin. With a child sleeping soundlessly in her arms, Aunty could not afford to go up to take the photo with the group. Yet, in her heart, she wanted so very&amp;nbsp;much&amp;nbsp;to do so. She said her heart felt sour watching all the committee went up for the group photo. I could relate to her at that moment. I know that feeling &lt;i&gt;so well&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she was relating this part to us, I can feel her pain.&lt;br /&gt;You see, all her life, she has dedicated her time to serve God in that church. That church was home to her. She gave her effort to see it grow. The photo session was like a token of&amp;nbsp;acknowledgement&amp;nbsp;from the church in return. Yet she could not enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time she finished this testimony, her eyes were slightly pink and her voice was shaky. I wanted to tear too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, she turned to me and rox. For the first time since she started talking, she was looking directly at us. She told us she shared this today because of us, youngsters. She wanted to encourage us that no matter how hard is it to serve God, even if it seems like all is in vain, even if it seems like you're not going to gain any acknowledgement from anyone, NEVER give up. Never be discourage. Because God will reward is in the end. In His time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the best 'sermon' I've had in a long time. Thank you, Aunty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7734334323974294710-3101881698191329140?l=tammiexxoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammiexxoo.blogspot.com/feeds/3101881698191329140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7734334323974294710&amp;postID=3101881698191329140&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734334323974294710/posts/default/3101881698191329140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734334323974294710/posts/default/3101881698191329140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammiexxoo.blogspot.com/2011/10/simplest-church-service.html' title='The simplest church Service'/><author><name>Tammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06384417038245277095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/S6zPrSAmsmI/AAAAAAAABGg/OE1-V6X5-TM/S220/Smile_will_you__by_tammiexoxo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7734334323974294710.post-6907076931800813203</id><published>2011-10-22T02:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T02:45:58.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Healer</title><content type='html'>If you've been in my life these few days you know its like some sort of drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking back in the rain?&lt;br /&gt;Ignoring people out of the blue?&lt;br /&gt;Getting mad for no&amp;nbsp;apparent&amp;nbsp;reason?&lt;br /&gt;Getting into a huge&amp;nbsp;argument&amp;nbsp;with a close friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those doesn't sound like me. &lt;i&gt;At all&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;If you could time travel and went back to predict to the me one year ago, things that would happen these few days, I would have told you &lt;b&gt;in your face&lt;/b&gt; that you're &lt;b&gt;dead wrong&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But alas. How sin can twist us. How the thought of evil and depressing thoughts can wrap us up in it's long,&amp;nbsp;boney,&amp;nbsp;creepy fingers. Never underestimate it's power- dark, hungry and lurking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be completely honest, it was all happening in my head- the getting mad for no reason thing. I was thinking depressing thoughts. Which well,&amp;nbsp;surprise,&amp;nbsp;surprise:&amp;nbsp;made me depress. Then it made me angry. And the jokes which were meant to lighten the mood that evening seem to backfire.&lt;br /&gt;Because in my head, I was a mess already. Then the jokes aimed at me came in &amp;amp; everyone finds it funny; while I was deep in depressing thoughts and a raging heart. It was not funny to me. It was the last straw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Notice how emotional&amp;nbsp;wrecked&amp;nbsp;I've become.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's sad.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want things to be like this.&lt;br /&gt;But I let them.&lt;br /&gt;I welcome those thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;I entertained them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;In the end?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I fell for the trap the evil one set up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;While being very distressed by what a mess I've gotten myself into, and reflecting about my life.. He spoke to me. I found out that&amp;nbsp;I'm &lt;i&gt;such a&amp;nbsp;hypocrite&lt;/i&gt;. I cannot accept it when others make the same mistake over and over; but when I do it to my Father, I always beg/hope/expect Him to forgive me.&amp;nbsp;He provided me 10 steps to be healed again :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Wow.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Step 2 required me to put myself in their shoes. I did. And I see how they felt. So, I believe I owe them a proper apology.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;If you guys are reading this, I'm truly sorry for being so immature and childish.&amp;nbsp;My actions did not justify God. It was a shame to Him and me. All I can say now is I know where I've gone wrong. You can expect it never to happen again. Thank you for putting up with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But most of all, a big shout out to my Healer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;He healed me. &lt;i&gt;Again&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7734334323974294710-6907076931800813203?l=tammiexxoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammiexxoo.blogspot.com/feeds/6907076931800813203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7734334323974294710&amp;postID=6907076931800813203&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734334323974294710/posts/default/6907076931800813203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734334323974294710/posts/default/6907076931800813203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammiexxoo.blogspot.com/2011/10/healer.html' title='Healer'/><author><name>Tammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06384417038245277095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/S6zPrSAmsmI/AAAAAAAABGg/OE1-V6X5-TM/S220/Smile_will_you__by_tammiexoxo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7734334323974294710.post-4371063918276849223</id><published>2011-10-16T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T21:21:50.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tickets? Check!</title><content type='html'>Yes! The long battle for Planetshakers tickets is finally over. phew.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went The Curve today to purchase the tickets. Got them from Cupcake Chic. A very cute cupcake shop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At first I was slightly worried I couldn't find the place, or if I did find the place, they suddenly tell us they don't see the tickets there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;God was right when He told us not to worry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cupcake Chic is right outside the walkway of The Curve. We got to see it even before we step down of the IPC bus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;So &lt;/i&gt;thankful He provided us with everything we need today. Really. Very smooth transportation and purchasing of tickets. Almost thought we couldn't catch the IPC bus at Kelana Jaya but nope, it came the moment we step of the stairs of KJ LRT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I can rest assure and count down for the day I get to sing and shout praises to God with all my brothers and sister in Him :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isaac joined us today. And while waiting in the bus we camwhored. What to do, I'm a female specie and Bryan's got a camera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/305425_10150414707110325_701950324_10609349_151948690_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/305425_10150414707110325_701950324_10609349_151948690_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is&amp;nbsp;considered&amp;nbsp;normal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/321522_10150414707570325_701950324_10609356_1546829615_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/321522_10150414707570325_701950324_10609356_1546829615_n.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The "I'm-not-so-smart".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/298101_10150414708435325_701950324_10609366_606685086_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/298101_10150414708435325_701950324_10609366_606685086_n.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The "I-just-totally-saw-someone-too-cute-to-be-true"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/299331_10150414707755325_701950324_10609358_1362866627_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/299331_10150414707755325_701950324_10609358_1362866627_n.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The "I-think-I-just-pooped-my-pants"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/320100_10150414707355325_701950324_10609352_678308267_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/320100_10150414707355325_701950324_10609352_678308267_n.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Serious Isaac is serious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/298226_10150414710185325_701950324_10609388_381274831_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/298226_10150414710185325_701950324_10609388_381274831_n.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Andddd I just want to include this because&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Roxanne looks invisible,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Isaac looks so herp derp,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Bryan looks so creepy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;which makes me look like the most decent person here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I FEEL BEAUTIFUL when I'm with you guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;MWAH &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Lastly, picture of the day titled "&lt;u&gt;Troll Guy(s)&lt;/u&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/315615_10150414709725325_701950324_10609382_325109593_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/315615_10150414709725325_701950324_10609382_325109593_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am never able to look at this without laughing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;meh-heh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/7734334323974294710-4371063918276849223?l=tammiexxoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammiexxoo.blogspot.com/feeds/4371063918276849223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7734334323974294710&amp;postID=4371063918276849223&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734334323974294710/posts/default/4371063918276849223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734334323974294710/posts/default/4371063918276849223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammiexxoo.blogspot.com/2011/10/tickets-check.html' title='Tickets? Check!'/><author><name>Tammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06384417038245277095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/S6zPrSAmsmI/AAAAAAAABGg/OE1-V6X5-TM/S220/Smile_will_you__by_tammiexoxo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7734334323974294710.post-8432508980886339934</id><published>2011-10-14T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T20:29:38.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something New</title><content type='html'>Despite&amp;nbsp;being a movie all about fighting and cold hard steels, Real Steel was a&amp;nbsp;surprisingly&amp;nbsp;heart-warming&amp;nbsp;story.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the middle of watching the movie.. something stuck me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, people around me may be favoured more then me.. but the favour that comes from human beings are so conditional and bias.. As long as I know I have done my best for being who I am, favour from people around me are just bonuses. I should never go searching and chasing after them. Though sometimes it may be bitter, sometimes it may be hard to swallow.. But I know where I can go when I'm tired and cannot go on about this issue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Cause I know that no matter what.. I've already gained favour from the &lt;i&gt;one &lt;/i&gt;who gives unconditional love to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I am His beloved.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7734334323974294710-8432508980886339934?l=tammiexxoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammiexxoo.blogspot.com/feeds/8432508980886339934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7734334323974294710&amp;postID=8432508980886339934&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734334323974294710/posts/default/8432508980886339934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734334323974294710/posts/default/8432508980886339934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammiexxoo.blogspot.com/2011/10/something-new.html' title='Something New'/><author><name>Tammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06384417038245277095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/S6zPrSAmsmI/AAAAAAAABGg/OE1-V6X5-TM/S220/Smile_will_you__by_tammiexoxo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7734334323974294710.post-8813697409072539922</id><published>2011-10-11T12:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T12:12:54.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This has been annoying me for sometime.&lt;br /&gt;At first I tried ignoring it.&lt;br /&gt;Brush&amp;nbsp;it of by saying, they're just trying to be friendly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lq1fjj2iUp1qee0c0o1_500.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="356" src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lq1fjj2iUp1qee0c0o1_500.gif" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But doesn't seem to work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So now I blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to put this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't think it's always right to have everything planned. Not everything is meant to be planned out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially not friendships.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm wrong. Maybe that's just my thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Planned friendships... doesn't even sound&amp;nbsp;genuine&amp;nbsp;to me.&lt;br /&gt;No matter how good the intentions are.. it just seems like a whole bunch of&amp;nbsp;conspiracy. Like you're joining a gang or something. I know we love the same thing.. but does that really give you the right to plan out our&amp;nbsp;friendship? How tight you want us to be? How 'best buddy' you want us to be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in all honesty, I don't mind AT ALL if you &lt;i&gt;really &lt;/i&gt;have to plan this friendship of ours... as long as you don't place that plan in my face and tell me how's it going to be like.&lt;br /&gt;Keep it to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Work it out and let me &lt;i&gt;think &lt;/i&gt;that it wasn't all planned out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AT LEAST you give me to decency to feel natural about it. I'd&amp;nbsp;appreciate&amp;nbsp;that very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Me and my&amp;nbsp;first&amp;nbsp;world problem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Don't know why this has been bothering me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7734334323974294710-8813697409072539922?l=tammiexxoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammiexxoo.blogspot.com/feeds/8813697409072539922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7734334323974294710&amp;postID=8813697409072539922&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734334323974294710/posts/default/8813697409072539922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734334323974294710/posts/default/8813697409072539922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammiexxoo.blogspot.com/2011/10/this-has-been-annoying-me-for-sometime.html' title=''/><author><name>Tammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06384417038245277095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/S6zPrSAmsmI/AAAAAAAABGg/OE1-V6X5-TM/S220/Smile_will_you__by_tammiexoxo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7734334323974294710.post-2005375689974568700</id><published>2011-10-10T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T20:38:44.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah Ma's Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xC0LxU9x4lo/TpLgybm9YYI/AAAAAAAABwc/2OTdtRpv9LU/s1600/IMG_6096.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xC0LxU9x4lo/TpLgybm9YYI/AAAAAAAABwc/2OTdtRpv9LU/s320/IMG_6096.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This woman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She's my grandma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She's where I get my nyonya blood from.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;I call her Ah Ma ever since I was born.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yesterday, we celebrated her birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6R-GCeNpmQc/TpLeXExbRiI/AAAAAAAABwY/WbpaSnMnUFQ/s1600/IMG_6094.JPG" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6R-GCeNpmQc/TpLeXExbRiI/AAAAAAAABwY/WbpaSnMnUFQ/s320/IMG_6094.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it wasn't as fun as I wish it to be.. Reason is because we don't have a full &amp;amp; proper family gathering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both Shyang and Yin couldn't make it. Shyang has exams and Yin is still rolling in New Jersey =\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, our family picture below is not complete. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e-ZBbnHQ5eY/TpLhvco638I/AAAAAAAABwg/iDVygKbJYd4/s1600/IMG_6091.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e-ZBbnHQ5eY/TpLhvco638I/AAAAAAAABwg/iDVygKbJYd4/s400/IMG_6091.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;However, with the help of modern technology and some wise thinking, I mange to make our family portrait picture perfect!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Proudly, I present you, the Tan Family: Ta-Da!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JCPvMZsNXTY/TpLhxlDPUNI/AAAAAAAABwk/lQod0lWIyLg/s1600/FULL.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JCPvMZsNXTY/TpLhxlDPUNI/AAAAAAAABwk/lQod0lWIyLg/s400/FULL.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yin and Shyang look pretty good here if you ask me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Charming, as usual.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Birthday lunch as normal as any lunch at a 4 star restaurant in Melaka could be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;In other words, it was boring because &lt;i&gt;some &lt;/i&gt;people were missing :\&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So I decided shift my focus on the beauty of my younger sister and cousin, as they ate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nDLGH95Q89U/TpLi-k2MFsI/AAAAAAAABww/uoYRz4Aa5jw/s1600/IMG_6121.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nDLGH95Q89U/TpLi-k2MFsI/AAAAAAAABww/uoYRz4Aa5jw/s320/IMG_6121.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Mmmm..Lovely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-txF-0gK2ChY/TpLixf8Y9uI/AAAAAAAABwo/BbBmO2pVDr8/s1600/IMG_6125.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-txF-0gK2ChY/TpLixf8Y9uI/AAAAAAAABwo/BbBmO2pVDr8/s320/IMG_6125.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Stunning.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xxz2xRJ6aVk/TpLi6Sw2viI/AAAAAAAABws/EGya22GD7aY/s1600/IMG_6126.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xxz2xRJ6aVk/TpLi6Sw2viI/AAAAAAAABws/EGya22GD7aY/s320/IMG_6126.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Utterly graceful &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RAKlpt2BnHg/TpLjLUhtuYI/AAAAAAAABw0/QWu14DHPJt4/s1600/IMG_6105.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RAKlpt2BnHg/TpLjLUhtuYI/AAAAAAAABw0/QWu14DHPJt4/s320/IMG_6105.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I'm captivated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&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;As you can see from both models expression, the food is good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Here are more pictures so I don't have to write&amp;nbsp;any more&amp;nbsp;words to entertain you as you scroll through this post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--c0MNri8oV0/TpLlW6rc-RI/AAAAAAAABxE/bz6cASmiSAg/s1600/IMG_6087.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--c0MNri8oV0/TpLlW6rc-RI/AAAAAAAABxE/bz6cASmiSAg/s400/IMG_6087.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-akVut2uMuyw/TpLlN6b0tvI/AAAAAAAABw4/-eCAd51-JWE/s1600/IMG_6109.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-akVut2uMuyw/TpLlN6b0tvI/AAAAAAAABw4/-eCAd51-JWE/s400/IMG_6109.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OJkh9c2dQl4/TpLlRHtFmWI/AAAAAAAABw8/BnuQiGwnnCI/s1600/IMG_6159.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OJkh9c2dQl4/TpLlRHtFmWI/AAAAAAAABw8/BnuQiGwnnCI/s400/IMG_6159.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cxLZwlMyHLs/TpLmPDJREWI/AAAAAAAABxU/Y_gOob1-ksQ/s1600/IMG_6166.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cxLZwlMyHLs/TpLmPDJREWI/AAAAAAAABxU/Y_gOob1-ksQ/s400/IMG_6166.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rhxDItglXr4/TpLmQ2Co8PI/AAAAAAAABxY/g9VJNw_k0lQ/s1600/IMG_6193.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rhxDItglXr4/TpLmQ2Co8PI/AAAAAAAABxY/g9VJNw_k0lQ/s400/IMG_6193.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_023d-xKO_M/TpLlT48ULQI/AAAAAAAABxA/BjBKWpCMNqs/s1600/IMG_6173.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_023d-xKO_M/TpLlT48ULQI/AAAAAAAABxA/BjBKWpCMNqs/s400/IMG_6173.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--TXePrllqXs/TpLlZPkepuI/AAAAAAAABxI/2r06ysHaqDQ/s1600/IMG_6182.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--TXePrllqXs/TpLlZPkepuI/AAAAAAAABxI/2r06ysHaqDQ/s400/IMG_6182.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my ah ma, happy birthday :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3Get76xUOKc/TpLlkS_m36I/AAAAAAAABxQ/hGBASJ1TVZc/s1600/IMG_6210.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3Get76xUOKc/TpLlkS_m36I/AAAAAAAABxQ/hGBASJ1TVZc/s400/IMG_6210.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;As I took this picture with her, I realised how small she is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She's mini and cute. That's Tammie's grandma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EPZ6ITgEmIQ/TpLli3ovV0I/AAAAAAAABxM/mGIlR3tapac/s1600/IMG_6208.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EPZ6ITgEmIQ/TpLli3ovV0I/AAAAAAAABxM/mGIlR3tapac/s400/IMG_6208.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You're a wonderful grandma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love everything you do for your family.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7734334323974294710-2005375689974568700?l=tammiexxoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammiexxoo.blogspot.com/feeds/2005375689974568700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7734334323974294710&amp;postID=2005375689974568700&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734334323974294710/posts/default/2005375689974568700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734334323974294710/posts/default/2005375689974568700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammiexxoo.blogspot.com/2011/10/ah-mas-birthday.html' title='Ah Ma&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>Tammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06384417038245277095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/S6zPrSAmsmI/AAAAAAAABGg/OE1-V6X5-TM/S220/Smile_will_you__by_tammiexoxo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xC0LxU9x4lo/TpLgybm9YYI/AAAAAAAABwc/2OTdtRpv9LU/s72-c/IMG_6096.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7734334323974294710.post-709203114690475347</id><published>2011-10-10T00:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T00:20:59.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It happened.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's so amazing what I asked from Father and get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know.. He's not like fathers here on earth.&lt;br /&gt;Even when I don't voice it out to Him directly...He knows my heartbeat. He knows my thirst.&amp;nbsp;If He knows it's really important that I have it. He lets me have it. Even if it's a stupid request.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that makes me want choke with tears... Cause that just shows how much He's in touch with me.. even when I choose to abandon Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote my last post here a day ago, saying that I'm ready to live a life with a renewed mind on His love and grace. I got one today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was reading Father's Love Letter today, something&amp;nbsp;stirred&amp;nbsp;in my heart. And I became aware of things that were said to me earlier, I just never felt it with this much certainty before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything made perfect sense. Why I suffered. Why I fall. It all goes back. Way back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Temptation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Satan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The first bite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The curse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Suffering on mankind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Until now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you see, I need the renewal EVERYDAY for as long as I live. I'm not worried. Because if He can answer me today, I'm &lt;i&gt;so&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;definitely&amp;nbsp;certain He will not refuse to renew my mind tomorrow and&amp;nbsp;for-evermore, as long as I'm &lt;i&gt;willing &lt;/i&gt;to be renewed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learn to love Him this much more today.&lt;br /&gt;I know my love for Him is&amp;nbsp;temperamental &amp;amp; conditional, but I'm determined to keep &lt;i&gt;this &lt;/i&gt;love&amp;nbsp;burning. I want to fan it. I want to keep it growing. I want to keep it healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;My eyes were opened. May it never be closed again by &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;the roaring lion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7734334323974294710-709203114690475347?l=tammiexxoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammiexxoo.blogspot.com/feeds/709203114690475347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7734334323974294710&amp;postID=709203114690475347&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734334323974294710/posts/default/709203114690475347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734334323974294710/posts/default/709203114690475347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammiexxoo.blogspot.com/2011/10/it-happened.html' title='It happened.'/><author><name>Tammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06384417038245277095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/S6zPrSAmsmI/AAAAAAAABGg/OE1-V6X5-TM/S220/Smile_will_you__by_tammiexoxo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7734334323974294710.post-7680228634650665653</id><published>2011-10-07T02:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T02:33:00.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally.</title><content type='html'>Finally, it's out of my system.&lt;br /&gt;All those 'annoying problems' built-up. It's all flushed out. I'm not the only one who knows things&amp;nbsp;any more.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm glad. You know? It's like something heavy has been lifted off. I feel lighter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, I know I'm not completely healed.&amp;nbsp;Because&amp;nbsp;it's not from You. That moment will come. I will be waiting. Meanwhile, prepare my heart for that moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of living a life where I don't have a renewed mind of your constant unconditional love and grace. I need an ultimate confirmation from You. Even if it's a true turning point in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want this.&amp;nbsp;I don't know if I'm ready, but I want this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7734334323974294710-7680228634650665653?l=tammiexxoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammiexxoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7680228634650665653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7734334323974294710&amp;postID=7680228634650665653&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734334323974294710/posts/default/7680228634650665653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734334323974294710/posts/default/7680228634650665653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammiexxoo.blogspot.com/2011/10/finally.html' title='Finally.'/><author><name>Tammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06384417038245277095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/S6zPrSAmsmI/AAAAAAAABGg/OE1-V6X5-TM/S220/Smile_will_you__by_tammiexoxo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7734334323974294710.post-3327639670555354181</id><published>2011-10-07T00:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T00:44:07.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Shall I allow myself to indulge in a memory which requires nothing but perhaps results in superficial&amp;nbsp;expatiations?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tempted to go for it. But I know deep inside that, unless I make it clear to myself that this is only a friction of a memory which provides a moment of joy and have no power to shape the future, I could not afford to go on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided to linger on the memory a little longer.&lt;br /&gt;Why? Because I have more annoying problems to face in life now. This is perhaps my little getaway. Something I can enjoy alone in my mind, that no one can take from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am fully aware that memory has no power to shape the future into what I dream of it to be, but since I am aware of that, I shall have no&amp;nbsp;expatiations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if I am indeed fooling myself, I will be&amp;nbsp;responsible&amp;nbsp;of all my heartbreaks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7734334323974294710-3327639670555354181?l=tammiexxoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammiexxoo.blogspot.com/feeds/3327639670555354181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7734334323974294710&amp;postID=3327639670555354181&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734334323974294710/posts/default/3327639670555354181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734334323974294710/posts/default/3327639670555354181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammiexxoo.blogspot.com/2011/10/shall-i-allow-myself-to-indulge-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Tammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06384417038245277095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/S6zPrSAmsmI/AAAAAAAABGg/OE1-V6X5-TM/S220/Smile_will_you__by_tammiexoxo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7734334323974294710.post-8791315320438827714</id><published>2011-10-06T00:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T00:59:43.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Father, this is getting too difficult.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f9fdff; color: #001320; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;'But he said to me, &lt;b&gt;"My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness."&lt;/b&gt; Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ's power may rest on me.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f9fdff; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 40px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;2 Corinthians 12:9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #552200; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 40px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f9fdff; line-height: 40px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Again, I'm glad there's a word in&amp;nbsp;respond&amp;nbsp;to how I feel.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f9fdff; line-height: 40px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm still struggling.. but now I can rest assure that you'll give me the strength I need to overcome this. All I need is your strength and time.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f9fdff; line-height: 40px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f9fdff; line-height: 40px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f9fdff; line-height: 40px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f9fdff; line-height: 40px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f9fdff; line-height: 40px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Thank you, Paul of Damascus.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7734334323974294710-8791315320438827714?l=tammiexxoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammiexxoo.blogspot.com/feeds/8791315320438827714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7734334323974294710&amp;postID=8791315320438827714&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734334323974294710/posts/default/8791315320438827714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734334323974294710/posts/default/8791315320438827714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammiexxoo.blogspot.com/2011/10/father-this-is-getting-too-difficult.html' title=''/><author><name>Tammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06384417038245277095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/S6zPrSAmsmI/AAAAAAAABGg/OE1-V6X5-TM/S220/Smile_will_you__by_tammiexoxo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7734334323974294710.post-8482971813092060901</id><published>2011-09-09T13:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T13:13:28.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;When will you stop ignoring me, Father?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;“If I regard iniquity in my heart, the Lord will not hear&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;me&lt;/i&gt;."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;h3 style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Psalm 66:18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I learnt my lesson. But then again, I always say that. But I know I cannot live&amp;nbsp;without&amp;nbsp;You any more. Please, please, please look at me again, Father. This time you really let me have a taste of how it's like to bare 1/10 of the&amp;nbsp;consequences. And I can't even..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7734334323974294710-8482971813092060901?l=tammiexxoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734334323974294710/posts/default/8482971813092060901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734334323974294710/posts/default/8482971813092060901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammiexxoo.blogspot.com/2011/09/when-will-you-stop-ignoring-me-father.html' title=''/><author><name>Tammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06384417038245277095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/S6zPrSAmsmI/AAAAAAAABGg/OE1-V6X5-TM/S220/Smile_will_you__by_tammiexoxo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7734334323974294710.post-8892435634426319564</id><published>2011-01-28T19:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T19:39:47.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like better then a G6</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;"&gt;mi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;gosh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;di&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;da&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;bless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;chocolate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;"&gt;brownie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;awesomeee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;cant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;happening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;lets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;get&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;"&gt;too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;excited&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;weee&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone understand what I'm trying to say up there?&lt;br /&gt;That's what happens when I get over excited. No words can&amp;nbsp;describe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling better then a G6. BETTER then a G6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can't imagine right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll make life easier for you. Basically I look:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lbxwrayci81qdy2o1.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="170" src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lbxwrayci81qdy2o1.gif" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;like I don't care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT this is me inside:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lf1267vyzJ1qep0u9.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="259" src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lf1267vyzJ1qep0u9.gif" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lf9qgvmaWZ1qdgvojo1_500.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="215" src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lf9qgvmaWZ1qdgvojo1_500.gif" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and THIS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Definitely&amp;nbsp;this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lf1270AvGQ1qep0u9.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lf1270AvGQ1qep0u9.gif" width="294" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I PRAY that nothing goes wrong. gagagagagaga.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7734334323974294710-8892435634426319564?l=tammiexxoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammiexxoo.blogspot.com/feeds/8892435634426319564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7734334323974294710&amp;postID=8892435634426319564&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734334323974294710/posts/default/8892435634426319564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734334323974294710/posts/default/8892435634426319564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammiexxoo.blogspot.com/2011/01/like-better-then-g6.html' title='Like better then a G6'/><author><name>Tammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06384417038245277095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/S6zPrSAmsmI/AAAAAAAABGg/OE1-V6X5-TM/S220/Smile_will_you__by_tammiexoxo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7734334323974294710.post-3731017037850184476</id><published>2011-01-21T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T23:13:36.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I find that studying outside made me miss my mum more then I expected.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;d'awww.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, whenever I miss my mum. I'll annoy her on&amp;nbsp;Facebook&amp;nbsp;chat. Like this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TTmgY0iXDwI/AAAAAAAABrw/wKxB9g-eqeA/s1600/Untitled.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TTmgY0iXDwI/AAAAAAAABrw/wKxB9g-eqeA/s1600/Untitled.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;mamamamamamamamama!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Now if you understand&amp;nbsp;Chinese&amp;nbsp;and if you notice, my mum replied something in&amp;nbsp;Chinese.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TTmiP69XjyI/AAAAAAAABr0/voB83qn7Bwo/s1600/Untitled.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TTmiP69XjyI/AAAAAAAABr0/voB83qn7Bwo/s1600/Untitled.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah you can guess. She replied 'Sha poh' which means 'silly girl' in English.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Love ya!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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/7734334323974294710-3731017037850184476?l=tammiexxoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammiexxoo.blogspot.com/feeds/3731017037850184476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7734334323974294710&amp;postID=3731017037850184476&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734334323974294710/posts/default/3731017037850184476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734334323974294710/posts/default/3731017037850184476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammiexxoo.blogspot.com/2011/01/mother.html' title='Mother'/><author><name>Tammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06384417038245277095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/S6zPrSAmsmI/AAAAAAAABGg/OE1-V6X5-TM/S220/Smile_will_you__by_tammiexoxo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TTmgY0iXDwI/AAAAAAAABrw/wKxB9g-eqeA/s72-c/Untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7734334323974294710.post-7701254955341141062</id><published>2011-01-17T11:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T11:00:36.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>13 has the best dress in the House ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I LOVE THIS DRESS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Rawr!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://l.yimg.com/k/im_siggfy5gGtnz9KozcA24hEJRxg---y626-x495-q75-n1/omg/us/img/ca/35/1617791301_9228783149.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://l.yimg.com/k/im_siggfy5gGtnz9KozcA24hEJRxg---y626-x495-q75-n1/omg/us/img/ca/35/1617791301_9228783149.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Olivia Wilde at the 68th Golden Globes Awards&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;aka&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Thirteen(13)&amp;nbsp;in House&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Gosh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I don't normally like&amp;nbsp;sequins&amp;nbsp;or&amp;nbsp;sparkly dresses as much as Taylor Swift.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;BUT this dress is an exception.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This dress is fineeeee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It's like a pretty night sky translated into a dress.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;aw.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Can't believe I'm blogging just to proclaim my love for a dress D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7734334323974294710-7701254955341141062?l=tammiexxoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammiexxoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7701254955341141062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7734334323974294710&amp;postID=7701254955341141062&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734334323974294710/posts/default/7701254955341141062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734334323974294710/posts/default/7701254955341141062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammiexxoo.blogspot.com/2011/01/13-has-best-dress-in-house.html' title='13 has the best dress in the House ;)'/><author><name>Tammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06384417038245277095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/S6zPrSAmsmI/AAAAAAAABGg/OE1-V6X5-TM/S220/Smile_will_you__by_tammiexoxo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7734334323974294710.post-8824333990973535619</id><published>2011-01-16T16:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T16:34:43.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Albinism- a blessing</title><content type='html'>So most everyone knows what Albinism is. People with albinism are called albinos. If you still don't know what albinism is click &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Albinism"&gt;THIS&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Animals with albinism looks&amp;nbsp;mysterious&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;majestic,&amp;nbsp;in a way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.free-desktop-backgrounds.net/free-desktop-wallpapers-backgrounds/free-hd-desktop-wallpapers-backgrounds/801767831.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://www.free-desktop-backgrounds.net/free-desktop-wallpapers-backgrounds/free-hd-desktop-wallpapers-backgrounds/801767831.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i525.photobucket.com/albums/cc340/funnyroadsigns/albinos/wwwflickrcomphotosciddone.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://i525.photobucket.com/albums/cc340/funnyroadsigns/albinos/wwwflickrcomphotosciddone.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.just-whatever.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/04/albino-squirrel.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://www.just-whatever.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/04/albino-squirrel.jpg" width="367" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Humans with albinism looks stunning. To me at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to know a boy who was an albino during my childhood. His skin was the&amp;nbsp;color&amp;nbsp;of cream and his hair was yellowish white. I used to be in awe whenever I pass by the boy. I envy his&amp;nbsp;perfectly&amp;nbsp;white skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember mum telling me that was a person suffering from&amp;nbsp;albinism. I was&amp;nbsp;surprised&amp;nbsp;she used to word '&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;suffer&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;' because to me, it's like a blessing- to have such milky white skin. Mum&amp;nbsp;continued&amp;nbsp;to tell me that people who have albinism could not stay under the sun. They will easily get sun&amp;nbsp;burn&amp;nbsp;and fall sick. Whenever they go out, they need to be covered in lotion or clothing to protect their skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart fell when I heard those words. I enjoy playing outdoors. I enjoy the freedom of running in broad daylight. I&amp;nbsp;pity&amp;nbsp;and envy them at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still I am captivated by albinos. They are rare. And they are beautiful. I did some searching on the net and I came across a few albinos who became models. Yes, fashion models.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3; font-size: large;"&gt;Connie Chiu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.conniechiu.com/Images/images/w%20wad%20beauty.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://www.conniechiu.com/Images/images/w%20wad%20beauty.jpg" width="310" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VItxbuTplbc/S4KjSGC-TeI/AAAAAAAAAno/J5tKTlgw8lA/s400/connie+chiu.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VItxbuTplbc/S4KjSGC-TeI/AAAAAAAAAno/J5tKTlgw8lA/s400/connie+chiu.jpg" width="310" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xv7G8sP-hGc/TKqHzM__0OI/AAAAAAAABIk/9XSGjegU1FE/s400/2rpzgye.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xv7G8sP-hGc/TKqHzM__0OI/AAAAAAAABIk/9XSGjegU1FE/s400/2rpzgye.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Connie is of Chinese heritage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Born in Hong Kong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But because of her albinism her whole&amp;nbsp;family&amp;nbsp;moved to Sweden- where I suspect, not just the sun is kinder to her condition but also the people. Since it is not&amp;nbsp;uncommon&amp;nbsp;to see fair skinned people with platinum blonde hair there, unlike Hong Kong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She was the world's first albino model.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-size: large;"&gt;Diandra Forrest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.fashionmodeldirectory.com/model/000000297469-diandra_forrest-fullsize.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://images.fashionmodeldirectory.com/model/000000297469-diandra_forrest-fullsize.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.fashionmodeldirectory.com/model/000000187689-diandra_forrest-fit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="345" src="http://images.fashionmodeldirectory.com/model/000000187689-diandra_forrest-fit.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l4skkrP98T1qb4d80.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l4skkrP98T1qb4d80.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Diandra is an African American.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She struggled a lot being born as a white in a community of black people.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Read about her full story &lt;a href="http://www.stumbleupon.com/su/1OG9v7/www.marieclaire.com/world/articles/black-white-skin"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;. It's really worth reading. I assure you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But after all she struggled through, she manage to become a fashion model.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And I think she's a really pretty one too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af; font-size: large;"&gt;Shaun Ross&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnXDQGcPK04/TMCNkubAcUI/AAAAAAAAB0U/L0lAt8CHn8A/s1600/ShaunRossClaytonCubitt.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnXDQGcPK04/TMCNkubAcUI/AAAAAAAAB0U/L0lAt8CHn8A/s400/ShaunRossClaytonCubitt.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://iluvlola.net/blog/wp-content/uploads/2010/08/6771_101372343209541_100000103261548_23599_8230690_n-439x319.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="290" src="http://iluvlola.net/blog/wp-content/uploads/2010/08/6771_101372343209541_100000103261548_23599_8230690_n-439x319.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PY-8ww2I4uk/SaOQ6A9fMTI/AAAAAAAABcA/ZfoJefb2LGc/s400/P1140810lowres.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PY-8ww2I4uk/SaOQ6A9fMTI/AAAAAAAABcA/ZfoJefb2LGc/s400/P1140810lowres.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Shaun is also of African American heritage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;He lives in Paris now and is still a&amp;nbsp;fashion&amp;nbsp;model.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Lastly,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;"&gt;Stephen Thompson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h88/ktay216/STEPHEN_THOMPSONvlarge.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h88/ktay216/STEPHEN_THOMPSONvlarge.jpg" width="281" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img146.imageshack.us/img146/8849/albino.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="496" src="http://img146.imageshack.us/img146/8849/albino.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Haha. I think Stephen is one hot albino model =]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Can't find much about him though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;All I know is, he's a&amp;nbsp;Caucasian&amp;nbsp;and a albino and a model.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I think its time to start seeing albinos in a different view. They're not weirdos. They're not freaks. They're humans. They suffer from some health complications related to albinism too. So it's not all fun and games being albino. They have their share of pain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But from the way I see it, albinism is a from of blessing in disguise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7734334323974294710-8824333990973535619?l=tammiexxoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammiexxoo.blogspot.com/feeds/8824333990973535619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7734334323974294710&amp;postID=8824333990973535619&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734334323974294710/posts/default/8824333990973535619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734334323974294710/posts/default/8824333990973535619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammiexxoo.blogspot.com/2011/01/albinism-blessing.html' title='Albinism- a blessing'/><author><name>Tammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06384417038245277095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/S6zPrSAmsmI/AAAAAAAABGg/OE1-V6X5-TM/S220/Smile_will_you__by_tammiexoxo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i525.photobucket.com/albums/cc340/funnyroadsigns/albinos/th_wwwflickrcomphotosciddone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7734334323974294710.post-8931631741924439696</id><published>2011-01-14T21:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T21:27:25.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting of a new sem.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lez9a7Ofzn1qznuvuo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lez9a7Ofzn1qznuvuo1_500.jpg" width="464" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gaaah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Andrew Garfield is going to be the next Spider Man.&lt;br /&gt;TRUST ME.. he's going to be the next Hollywood hottie tween girls will be ga-gaing over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I'm going to in Team Andrew yet. But I liked him enough in Social Network. He can pull of that puppy dog eye look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, not that I'm looking for a new actor to swoon over. I am completely content with swooning over Ian Somerhalder now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_leje9tTdP51qbekrso1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_leje9tTdP51qbekrso1_400.jpg" width="263" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Mmm.&lt;/div&gt;OKAY! I don't normally blog about hot actors. Only I do it now because I'm feeling like crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I was like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_leuys5pUzH1qaqvsr.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_leuys5pUzH1qaqvsr.gif" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;when thinking of going back to campus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Today?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I feel&amp;nbsp;exactly&amp;nbsp;like this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_les6mdjylM1qdli4i.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="210" src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_les6mdjylM1qdli4i.gif" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;DRAWING 2! T______T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Oh well. Better suck it up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I'm looking forward to meeting up with Yew. Teng. And half bro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Oh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And Chinese New Year too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7734334323974294710-8931631741924439696?l=tammiexxoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammiexxoo.blogspot.com/feeds/8931631741924439696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7734334323974294710&amp;postID=8931631741924439696&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734334323974294710/posts/default/8931631741924439696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734334323974294710/posts/default/8931631741924439696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammiexxoo.blogspot.com/2011/01/gaaah.html' title='Starting of a new sem.'/><author><name>Tammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06384417038245277095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/S6zPrSAmsmI/AAAAAAAABGg/OE1-V6X5-TM/S220/Smile_will_you__by_tammiexoxo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7734334323974294710.post-2312124880061111614</id><published>2010-12-19T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T20:16:28.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Burger</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Cousin Yin's birthday was yesterday. She wanted to have a birthday burger instead of a birthday cake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;When she found out that EuroDeli serves the biggest burger in Malaysia, she knows where to go for her birthday celebration :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Euro Deli serves all non halal food and I guess I can say all the stuff they serve there are very&amp;nbsp;Europe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Big servings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Even for beer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TQ3ccnpq8hI/AAAAAAAABrk/8sAbI_bSNZw/s1600/IMG_2846.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TQ3ccnpq8hI/AAAAAAAABrk/8sAbI_bSNZw/s400/IMG_2846.jpg" style="cursor: move;" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Hello people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;He is excited to get such a big glass of beer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;I am &lt;s&gt;not&lt;/s&gt;&amp;nbsp;related to him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Euro Deli is also famous for their super size pork burger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;They even have a special&amp;nbsp;challenge&amp;nbsp;for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a person can finish the whole burger in 45&amp;nbsp;minutes, they won't have to pay for the burger plus, they will&amp;nbsp;receive&amp;nbsp;RM100 and a certificate&amp;nbsp;acknowledging that&amp;nbsp;they won the&amp;nbsp;challenge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But before you say 'SO EASY! LET ME TRY!'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Check out their hall of fame first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Below are the people who tried, but didn't manage to complete the challenge:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TQ3cTL1iEII/AAAAAAAABrA/DWOrJneOLlw/s1600/IMG_2866.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TQ3cTL1iEII/AAAAAAAABrA/DWOrJneOLlw/s400/IMG_2866.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;That's ALOT of people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Full view:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TQ3cUlY4bUI/AAAAAAAABrE/VfVbBrg3SYU/s1600/IMG_2869.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TQ3cUlY4bUI/AAAAAAAABrE/VfVbBrg3SYU/s400/IMG_2869.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Only 3 people won the challenge. lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Check out some funny things written on the polaroid of the challengers:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TQ3cVeR9d1I/AAAAAAAABrI/Vo7iE9n95GU/s1600/IMG_2871.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TQ3cVeR9d1I/AAAAAAAABrI/Vo7iE9n95GU/s400/IMG_2871.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;PWNED!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TQ3cWg4QakI/AAAAAAAABrM/1pBqp96VdJg/s1600/IMG_2865.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TQ3cWg4QakI/AAAAAAAABrM/1pBqp96VdJg/s400/IMG_2865.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;These 3 friends tried all at the same time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;REST IN PIECE(S) they wrote.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TQ3cXr4N_AI/AAAAAAAABrQ/iVEcXWEaqRs/s1600/IMG_2864.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TQ3cXr4N_AI/AAAAAAAABrQ/iVEcXWEaqRs/s400/IMG_2864.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;4 BIG MAC EASIER.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;lol xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TQ3cYOvpdkI/AAAAAAAABrU/zwcCuYyz1_I/s1600/IMG_2870.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TQ3cYOvpdkI/AAAAAAAABrU/zwcCuYyz1_I/s400/IMG_2870.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;3 proud winners.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So what do you guys think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Only 3 winners out of the dozen over&amp;nbsp;participants.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;That burger must be HUGE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;aaaaaaaand you're right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TQ3cYjREpUI/AAAAAAAABrY/nEznLwfOFqA/s1600/IMG_2879.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TQ3cYjREpUI/AAAAAAAABrY/nEznLwfOFqA/s400/IMG_2879.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The burger is called the Matterhorn.&amp;nbsp;&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TQ32ytNBdII/AAAAAAAABro/Vp17fg5YfdM/s1600/IMG_2874.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TQ32ytNBdII/AAAAAAAABro/Vp17fg5YfdM/s400/IMG_2874.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Tips: &lt;/span&gt;If you guys wanna order this burger, make a reservation for the order first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you don't, you'll have to wait 1 hour for the cook to prepare it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TQ3cZaeWVEI/AAAAAAAABrc/9LiA_LccNJE/s1600/IMG_2884.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TQ3cZaeWVEI/AAAAAAAABrc/9LiA_LccNJE/s400/IMG_2884.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Yinnie with her Matterhorn burgah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TQ3cbzyssPI/AAAAAAAABrg/FLNRKJobttE/s1600/IMG_2887.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TQ3cbzyssPI/AAAAAAAABrg/FLNRKJobttE/s400/IMG_2887.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The pork&amp;nbsp;patty&amp;nbsp;is large O.O''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It took us 6 grown ups, 3 guys and 3 girls, to finish it up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;Would you take up the challenge? :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7734334323974294710-2312124880061111614?l=tammiexxoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammiexxoo.blogspot.com/feeds/2312124880061111614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7734334323974294710&amp;postID=2312124880061111614&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734334323974294710/posts/default/2312124880061111614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734334323974294710/posts/default/2312124880061111614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammiexxoo.blogspot.com/2010/12/birthday-burger.html' title='Birthday Burger'/><author><name>Tammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06384417038245277095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/S6zPrSAmsmI/AAAAAAAABGg/OE1-V6X5-TM/S220/Smile_will_you__by_tammiexoxo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TQ3ccnpq8hI/AAAAAAAABrk/8sAbI_bSNZw/s72-c/IMG_2846.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7734334323974294710.post-716881896449137333</id><published>2010-12-16T14:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T14:09:36.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is that...a RIVER in a SEA?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;It's been forever since I last blog about something amazing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I found this on yew's tumblr reblog and it was mind-blowing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Have you ever heard of a river inside a sea?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;It's&amp;nbsp;scientifically&amp;nbsp;impossible for a river to be in a sea.. But a group of scuba divers in Mexico photographed pictures of something that looks like a river underwater.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Underwater photographer&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.tecdive.ru/"&gt;Anatoly Beloshchin&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;took these photographs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TMGfx8tsQeI/AAAAAAAABp8/vw3BHORRQo0/s1600/underwater_river_02.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TMGfx8tsQeI/AAAAAAAABp8/vw3BHORRQo0/s400/underwater_river_02.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;This is a place called Cenote Angelita, Mexico.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;It's a famous diving spot for advance divers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TMGf4N5LZ6I/AAAAAAAABqA/dNDNMoQ78ZM/s1600/underwater_river_01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TMGf4N5LZ6I/AAAAAAAABqA/dNDNMoQ78ZM/s400/underwater_river_01.jpg" style="cursor: move;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;At first when I saw the photos I was like, are you sure this is underwater??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;The scuba diver in the photo confirms it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TMGfrt51qfI/AAAAAAAABp0/cC8duWOl_B4/s1600/underwater_river_04.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TMGfrt51qfI/AAAAAAAABp0/cC8duWOl_B4/s400/underwater_river_04.jpg" style="cursor: move;" width="291" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;You can see tree branches, dead leaves and soil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;This place looks like a world of its own, defying science and &amp;nbsp;logic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TMGfqflXuDI/AAAAAAAABpw/aWpuxMO5Rf4/s1600/underwater_river_03.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TMGfqflXuDI/AAAAAAAABpw/aWpuxMO5Rf4/s400/underwater_river_03.jpg" style="cursor: move;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;It would be wonderful to tell you that it really is a river you see in the photos but alas, that layer of 'river water' you see at the bottom of each photos are not actually river water.. It is in fact, Hydrogen&amp;nbsp;Sulfide gas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;You know that smell when someone farts? Yeah, that's one of the wonders of hydrogen sulfide.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Hydrogen sulfide only&amp;nbsp;accumulate&amp;nbsp;in places where:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;1. there is little oxygen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;2. ventilation is low&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Thus, we get the accumulation of H2S in Cenote Angelita, which looks like a river. Still amazing, non? :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Anyhow, matters not if you are&amp;nbsp;disappointed&amp;nbsp;that it is not an actually river, view this video of the scuba divers&amp;nbsp;swimming&amp;nbsp;in Cennote Angelita where the 'river' is. The place is beautifully&amp;nbsp;mysterious&amp;nbsp;:')&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;embed allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" flashvars="skin=http%3A%2F%2Facidcow.com%2Fengine%2Fclasses%2Fflashplayer%2Fmodieus.swf&amp;amp;file=http%3A%2F%2Facidcow.com%2Fpics%2F20091118%2Fvideo%2Funderwater.flv&amp;amp;plugins=viral-1d" height="420" src="http://acidcow.com/engine/classes/flashplayer/player-viral.swf" width="570"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&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/7734334323974294710-716881896449137333?l=tammiexxoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammiexxoo.blogspot.com/feeds/716881896449137333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7734334323974294710&amp;postID=716881896449137333&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734334323974294710/posts/default/716881896449137333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734334323974294710/posts/default/716881896449137333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammiexxoo.blogspot.com/2010/12/is-thata-river-in-sea.html' title='Is that...a RIVER in a SEA?'/><author><name>Tammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06384417038245277095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/S6zPrSAmsmI/AAAAAAAABGg/OE1-V6X5-TM/S220/Smile_will_you__by_tammiexoxo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TMGfx8tsQeI/AAAAAAAABp8/vw3BHORRQo0/s72-c/underwater_river_02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7734334323974294710.post-601641749470096030</id><published>2010-12-14T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T00:34:48.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Choulyew's surprise</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;See this girl?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TQZC_611HMI/AAAAAAAABqM/4j64rVCKgFg/s1600/IMG_2763.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TQZC_611HMI/AAAAAAAABqM/4j64rVCKgFg/s400/IMG_2763.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It was her birthday- the 12th of Dec.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE seeing people's face when they find out they are pranked. That expression is priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told Birthday Girl I was going to meet Alex and wanted her to come with me.&lt;br /&gt;I finally saw the epic expression I was waiting for, in the&amp;nbsp;cinema&amp;nbsp;when Julie and the gang walked in and sat beside me. Priceless! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After movie, we dragged Birthday Girl to Sushi king.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TQZHfOWBdmI/AAAAAAAABq0/HzkPkCExlQs/s1600/IMG_2773.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TQZHfOWBdmI/AAAAAAAABq0/HzkPkCExlQs/s400/IMG_2773.JPG" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Out comes the phone for the pleasure of&amp;nbsp;cam whoring&amp;nbsp;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&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;I was rather happy because of these photos I got:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TQZDE89b5UI/AAAAAAAABqU/i4rVRJRkW9M/s1600/IMG_2780.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TQZDE89b5UI/AAAAAAAABqU/i4rVRJRkW9M/s400/IMG_2780.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;look up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;aww, cute faces :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TQZDFrLr-OI/AAAAAAAABqY/5sgdFKTXWf8/s1600/IMG_2781.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TQZDFrLr-OI/AAAAAAAABqY/5sgdFKTXWf8/s400/IMG_2781.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;THIS &lt;/i&gt;is happiness caught on camera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TQZDHk1Vw5I/AAAAAAAABqc/J7P7UZ93idY/s1600/IMG_2792.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TQZDHk1Vw5I/AAAAAAAABqc/J7P7UZ93idY/s400/IMG_2792.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;THIS &lt;/i&gt;is 'yerrrr..' caught on camera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TQZDMVz8avI/AAAAAAAABqo/aTAGTZVMwPk/s1600/IMG_2797.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TQZDMVz8avI/AAAAAAAABqo/aTAGTZVMwPk/s400/IMG_2797.JPG" style="cursor: move;" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The cake came out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Count the 'e', there's 20 altogether.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Birthday Girl turns 20 that day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TQZDJfWMiDI/AAAAAAAABqg/Ul_YUnx7vzA/s1600/IMG_2796.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TQZDJfWMiDI/AAAAAAAABqg/Ul_YUnx7vzA/s400/IMG_2796.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Inspecting her cake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She's checking to see if it's real ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TQZDQYWC-sI/AAAAAAAABqw/ZNEhT_cLfX4/s1600/IMG_2800.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TQZDQYWC-sI/AAAAAAAABqw/ZNEhT_cLfX4/s400/IMG_2800.JPG" style="cursor: move;" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;lol. Look at the cheeks. PUFFEY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She has puffy cheeks XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TQZDPVm4tWI/AAAAAAAABqs/X4Of16lC78s/s1600/IMG_2803.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TQZDPVm4tWI/AAAAAAAABqs/X4Of16lC78s/s400/IMG_2803.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Cutting the cake with a gleeful expression.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We couldn't get a normal photo that day thanks to Kit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TQZKqNHGH0I/AAAAAAAABq4/i_5wbNFqIi4/s1600/IMG_2778.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TQZKqNHGH0I/AAAAAAAABq4/i_5wbNFqIi4/s400/IMG_2778.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TQZKrYAaB3I/AAAAAAAABq8/bl8zByJd1Ss/s1600/IMG_2806.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TQZKrYAaB3I/AAAAAAAABq8/bl8zByJd1Ss/s400/IMG_2806.JPG" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;LET'S EAT CKAE WITH CHOPSTICKS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;That's how we roll in Sushi King. heh =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs1235.snc4/156707_1709159005363_1129725964_1957606_3547868_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs1235.snc4/156707_1709159005363_1129725964_1957606_3547868_n.jpg" style="cursor: move;" width="492" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Who's the prettiest girl that day? XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Okay, truth is, we made her do this pose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Then we made her post this as her facebook profile picture for 12th of Dec&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;until 12midnight, then only can she take this photo down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;AND she really did it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;What a good sport :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;photo credit to ChyeBoon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TQZDK7cwf8I/AAAAAAAABqk/0hXd-5QpK-Y/s1600/IMG_2804.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TQZDK7cwf8I/AAAAAAAABqk/0hXd-5QpK-Y/s400/IMG_2804.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It was fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;After all that, what I want to say is already in the photo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;*points*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Happy? :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7734334323974294710-601641749470096030?l=tammiexxoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammiexxoo.blogspot.com/feeds/601641749470096030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7734334323974294710&amp;postID=601641749470096030&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734334323974294710/posts/default/601641749470096030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734334323974294710/posts/default/601641749470096030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammiexxoo.blogspot.com/2010/12/choulyews-surprise.html' title='Choulyew&apos;s surprise'/><author><name>Tammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06384417038245277095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/S6zPrSAmsmI/AAAAAAAABGg/OE1-V6X5-TM/S220/Smile_will_you__by_tammiexoxo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TQZC_611HMI/AAAAAAAABqM/4j64rVCKgFg/s72-c/IMG_2763.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7734334323974294710.post-6995574016266488243</id><published>2010-12-12T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T23:54:23.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#Day31 One Last Moment</title><content type='html'>I know I haven't&amp;nbsp;apologize&amp;nbsp;yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;I mean it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been&amp;nbsp;carrying&amp;nbsp;out my&amp;nbsp;responsibility. The worst part is.. I haven't been a very good cousin. You know that. Sadly, I only&amp;nbsp;realize&amp;nbsp;that today.&lt;br /&gt;I volunteered to do things without thinking about the&amp;nbsp;responsibility&amp;nbsp;that follows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this horrible feeling inside me is a punishment. Spoonfuls of guilt mixed with a tinge of self-anger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my last moment to share.&lt;br /&gt;It was when I realized that I don't really mind about short-lived things anymore, instead I focus on long term things. For this situation, at first, I didn't think I did anything wrong. I don't get why you were so pissed at me. I just felt that you've over reacted. I didn't even feel guilty. But then a &lt;i&gt;feeling &lt;/i&gt;inside stopped me.&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;realized&amp;nbsp;that if I don't&amp;nbsp;apologize, I may lose this awesome&amp;nbsp;cousin&amp;nbsp;I've had. Thinking back, it &lt;i&gt;was &lt;/i&gt;my fault. I agreed to it, but I never&amp;nbsp;fulfilled&amp;nbsp;it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was rather shocked at myself at this discovery.&lt;br /&gt;A year ago, I would've been outraged and hold resentment at you.. But today? I just accept the fact that I've screwed up and try not to repeat it in the future.&lt;br /&gt;No resentment, no&amp;nbsp;hatred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TQTtnjF7RnI/AAAAAAAABqI/9GP-zcHlTzI/s1600/keep-calm-and-carry-on.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TQTtnjF7RnI/AAAAAAAABqI/9GP-zcHlTzI/s400/keep-calm-and-carry-on.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Exactly what the feeling inside me said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I wonder if it has something to do with all the talking with Daddy Up There lately? He's been good to me. He opened up my eyes to many things lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I've messed things up. And I'm truly sorry. I promise not to be rash next time.&lt;br /&gt;A moment of self discovery taught me all that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7734334323974294710-6995574016266488243?l=tammiexxoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammiexxoo.blogspot.com/feeds/6995574016266488243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7734334323974294710&amp;postID=6995574016266488243&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734334323974294710/posts/default/6995574016266488243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734334323974294710/posts/default/6995574016266488243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammiexxoo.blogspot.com/2010/12/day31-one-last-moment.html' title='#Day31 One Last Moment'/><author><name>Tammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06384417038245277095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/S6zPrSAmsmI/AAAAAAAABGg/OE1-V6X5-TM/S220/Smile_will_you__by_tammiexoxo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TQTtnjF7RnI/AAAAAAAABqI/9GP-zcHlTzI/s72-c/keep-calm-and-carry-on.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7734334323974294710.post-7573826712234172357</id><published>2010-12-05T13:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T13:06:35.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day #29 Your Aspirations</title><content type='html'>Welcome me back! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I've been MIA for a period of time. In reality, that period of time is my short sem. So now, I'm done with short sem, back to carefree days :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, to continue #Day 29. lol. Don't laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, 2 days ago me,Yew, my cousins and bro went to DUMC for Madworld&amp;nbsp;Performance. Madworld is the name of the play. La poster:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://stories.my/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/MadWorld_Poster1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://stories.my/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/MadWorld_Poster1.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the performers are local,&amp;nbsp;volunteers and&amp;nbsp;TREMENDOUSLY&amp;nbsp;talented.&lt;br /&gt;I'm terrible at&amp;nbsp;explaining&amp;nbsp;story lines, so if you're dying to know what the play is about you're not gonna find out about it in this post. lol. BUT, you're not too late to go see the play for yourself. And that my friends, is even better then reading about it on my blog. You get to be there to FEEL it. EXPERIENCE it. LIVE it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;That day, MORE then 3 thousand people turned up. There were basically no parking left around Section 13. People were lining up &lt;i&gt;just &lt;/i&gt;to get in the auditorium. Late&amp;nbsp;comers&amp;nbsp;were&amp;nbsp;turned&amp;nbsp;away because the auditorium were packed beyond it's limit of 3 thousand seats. Some people were even standing up to watch the play. God is good :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not even exaggerating, take a look:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TPscz5OWTII/AAAAAAAABqE/38D8hikJUJE/s1600/IMG_2541.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TPscz5OWTII/AAAAAAAABqE/38D8hikJUJE/s640/IMG_2541.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This was the only photo I was allowed to take.. no photos are allowed after the play has begun :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure my eyes were the size of ping-pong balls throughout the play because the dancers and singers were&amp;nbsp;absolutely&amp;nbsp;stunning. Some are my age. One of the main characters is only 10! And she's just as stunning as the rest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To view the photos of the play, click here the camera-&amp;gt; &lt;a href="http://stories.my/its-a-madworld-out-there/"&gt;[o'']&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://stories.my/its-a-madworld-out-there/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Photos were captured by the talented photographer Grace Tan. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Her works are amazing! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For more information on Madworld, click the heart -&amp;gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.madworld.my/"&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;Anyone who hadn't experience Madworld before, PLEASE do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;It's worth all 1 and an half hour of your time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;Seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Okay, so after experiencing this play, I felt that I've not done much for Him. I admire those performers who can give their all to God. My&amp;nbsp;previous&amp;nbsp;aspirations are somewhat&amp;nbsp;concealed&amp;nbsp;by this event. I want to rededicate my life to Him. Can that be my new aspiration?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7734334323974294710-7573826712234172357?l=tammiexxoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammiexxoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7573826712234172357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7734334323974294710&amp;postID=7573826712234172357&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734334323974294710/posts/default/7573826712234172357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734334323974294710/posts/default/7573826712234172357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammiexxoo.blogspot.com/2010/12/day-29-your-aspirations.html' title='Day #29 Your Aspirations'/><author><name>Tammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06384417038245277095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/S6zPrSAmsmI/AAAAAAAABGg/OE1-V6X5-TM/S220/Smile_will_you__by_tammiexoxo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TPscz5OWTII/AAAAAAAABqE/38D8hikJUJE/s72-c/IMG_2541.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7734334323974294710.post-1045962576543494459</id><published>2010-10-23T18:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T18:33:17.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day #28 Something that you miss</title><content type='html'>Chinese New Year during childhood.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is it just me or is Chines New Year each year getting less fun then the year before? :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss the times I can eat anything I want and not worry about getting fat or pimples.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Missing the times when a single Ang Pow can make me happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Miss the times when we laughed and play all day, and when we got tired, we just curl up in the carpet sleeping, then mum and dad will pick us up to bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7734334323974294710-1045962576543494459?l=tammiexxoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammiexxoo.blogspot.com/feeds/1045962576543494459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7734334323974294710&amp;postID=1045962576543494459&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734334323974294710/posts/default/1045962576543494459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734334323974294710/posts/default/1045962576543494459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammiexxoo.blogspot.com/2010/10/day-28-something-that-you-miss.html' title='Day #28 Something that you miss'/><author><name>Tammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06384417038245277095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/S6zPrSAmsmI/AAAAAAAABGg/OE1-V6X5-TM/S220/Smile_will_you__by_tammiexoxo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7734334323974294710.post-4741489160528121592</id><published>2010-10-22T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T20:04:08.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day #27 Your Favorite Place</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ANYWHERE! As long as I have people I love with me :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, who I'm with can change how I feel about a place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But... If I really have to name a place.. It would be Bukit Tinggi. THE WEATHER IS just awesome. Do you know the sky looks bluer there? And the clouds looks extra puffy! Puffeh clouds, puffeh clouds, my&amp;nbsp;favorite&amp;nbsp;thing to see in the sky :D&lt;br /&gt;The grass are greener,&amp;nbsp;literally greener. The wind is cooling. The air is FRESH! MWAH! I love it there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cdn.cuti.com.my/hotel/Hotelpages/Pahang/Bukit_Tinggi/Colmar/main4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="243" src="http://cdn.cuti.com.my/hotel/Hotelpages/Pahang/Bukit_Tinggi/Colmar/main4.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all you people who wants to come visit this subarashi place, come! Before global warming&amp;nbsp;happens&amp;nbsp;and make Bukit Tinggi as hot as Melaka or any other place in Malaysia D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://fc04.deviantart.net/fs16/f/2007/155/4/4/global_warming_by_teabing.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://fc04.deviantart.net/fs16/f/2007/155/4/4/global_warming_by_teabing.jpg" width="315" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;by &lt;a href="http://teabing.deviantart.com/"&gt;teabing&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, can we like, help stop global warming.. let's start by not using&amp;nbsp;Styrofoam&amp;nbsp;and stop using any plastic bags,walk more, use less air con...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://fc03.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2010/207/b/a/ba35dd4ae52c4c82e03110dab49d2057.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://fc03.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2010/207/b/a/ba35dd4ae52c4c82e03110dab49d2057.jpg" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;by &lt;a href="http://dreamorphosis.deviantart.com/"&gt;dreamorphosis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'cause if not.. my little piece of heaven on earth will be gone soon T___T&lt;br /&gt;Please?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7734334323974294710-4741489160528121592?l=tammiexxoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammiexxoo.blogspot.com/feeds/4741489160528121592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7734334323974294710&amp;postID=4741489160528121592&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734334323974294710/posts/default/4741489160528121592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734334323974294710/posts/default/4741489160528121592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammiexxoo.blogspot.com/2010/10/day-27-your-favorite-place.html' title='Day #27 Your Favorite Place'/><author><name>Tammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06384417038245277095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/S6zPrSAmsmI/AAAAAAAABGg/OE1-V6X5-TM/S220/Smile_will_you__by_tammiexoxo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7734334323974294710.post-4128450226736180647</id><published>2010-10-21T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T21:09:57.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day #26 Your Fears</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Not being loved. Not being liked. Not being respected.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;There I've said it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7734334323974294710-4128450226736180647?l=tammiexxoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammiexxoo.blogspot.com/feeds/4128450226736180647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7734334323974294710&amp;postID=4128450226736180647&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734334323974294710/posts/default/4128450226736180647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734334323974294710/posts/default/4128450226736180647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammiexxoo.blogspot.com/2010/10/day-26-your-fears.html' title='Day #26 Your Fears'/><author><name>Tammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06384417038245277095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/S6zPrSAmsmI/AAAAAAAABGg/OE1-V6X5-TM/S220/Smile_will_you__by_tammiexoxo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7734334323974294710.post-1030504643497317427</id><published>2010-10-19T10:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T10:42:53.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day #25 A first</title><content type='html'>I keep thinking of the first day in UTAR as my first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The first time I met yew and teng :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First time walking to campus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First time completing an assignment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First time staying away from home for weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First time being completely in charge of my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing how firsts always seems like the best memories around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been 3, almost 4 months I've gotten to know yew and teng and I &lt;span style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;can't&amp;nbsp;complain. Even though UTAR doesn't have the best facilities in the world, but having the right friends with you certainly help balance it out ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, I love the learning experience here :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;3&amp;nbsp;more years to go x)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7734334323974294710-1030504643497317427?l=tammiexxoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammiexxoo.blogspot.com/feeds/1030504643497317427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7734334323974294710&amp;postID=1030504643497317427&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734334323974294710/posts/default/1030504643497317427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734334323974294710/posts/default/1030504643497317427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammiexxoo.blogspot.com/2010/10/day-25-first.html' title='Day #25 A first'/><author><name>Tammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06384417038245277095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/S6zPrSAmsmI/AAAAAAAABGg/OE1-V6X5-TM/S220/Smile_will_you__by_tammiexoxo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7734334323974294710.post-7043427207281657578</id><published>2010-10-18T14:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T14:02:45.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day #24 Something that makes you cry</title><content type='html'>Death of loved ones makes me cry. Really bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried at Ah kong's funeral. Really bad.&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I've cried so bad in frount of so many people before.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dead pets make me cry too. I once had a couple of Guppie fishs. I was cleaning their tank when one of the fish jumped out of the tank, committing suiside. That kind of shocked me and as a result I cried. lol. Not because I was emotionally attached to my pet. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's all for today.. I shall continue tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7734334323974294710-7043427207281657578?l=tammiexxoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammiexxoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7043427207281657578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7734334323974294710&amp;postID=7043427207281657578&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734334323974294710/posts/default/7043427207281657578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734334323974294710/posts/default/7043427207281657578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammiexxoo.blogspot.com/2010/10/day-24-something-that-makes-you-cry.html' title='Day #24 Something that makes you cry'/><author><name>Tammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06384417038245277095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/S6zPrSAmsmI/AAAAAAAABGg/OE1-V6X5-TM/S220/Smile_will_you__by_tammiexoxo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7734334323974294710.post-1495820120935354270</id><published>2010-10-18T13:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T13:45:49.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day #23 Something that makes me feel better</title><content type='html'>Almost everything makes me feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A warm cup of milo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A hug&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Comforting words&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;..aaaand..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a saviour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My laptop died on me yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It wouldn't start now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I called my uncle and after giving instructions and nothiong worked, he concluded that my Windows 7 is corrupted :'(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So I'll have to format everything and re-install Windows again. Which means I'm very upset now. I feel like I'm handicap without my laptop :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But you know what cheers me up? The fact that I can still go online with the campus's computers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Granted, they're not the fastest or the most advanced desktops around.. but it's good enough for me :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Praying that my laptop will recover soon :S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Dear Lord, please send a savouir for my laptop?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7734334323974294710-1495820120935354270?l=tammiexxoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammiexxoo.blogspot.com/feeds/1495820120935354270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7734334323974294710&amp;postID=1495820120935354270&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734334323974294710/posts/default/1495820120935354270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734334323974294710/posts/default/1495820120935354270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammiexxoo.blogspot.com/2010/10/day-23-something-that-makes-me-feel.html' title='Day #23 Something that makes me feel better'/><author><name>Tammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06384417038245277095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/S6zPrSAmsmI/AAAAAAAABGg/OE1-V6X5-TM/S220/Smile_will_you__by_tammiexoxo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7734334323974294710.post-699591391328293869</id><published>2010-10-16T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T23:32:49.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day #22 Something That Upsets You</title><content type='html'>Change of plans. That's what makes me upset. Well, at least it did today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Especially something that I've been looking forward to a long time, and it gets&amp;nbsp;cancel&amp;nbsp;makes me cranky. Upset.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just don't like it when I get all excited and happy looking&amp;nbsp;forward&amp;nbsp;for something I hoped will happened, but something&amp;nbsp;happened&amp;nbsp;and then all my&amp;nbsp;built&amp;nbsp;up excitement comes crashing down =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am aware that, sometimes, change is necessary. It's just that.. I get annoyed.. at first.. then I'm okay. I'll always be okay in the end =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7734334323974294710-699591391328293869?l=tammiexxoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammiexxoo.blogspot.com/feeds/699591391328293869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7734334323974294710&amp;postID=699591391328293869&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734334323974294710/posts/default/699591391328293869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734334323974294710/posts/default/699591391328293869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammiexxoo.blogspot.com/2010/10/day-22-something-that-upsets-you.html' title='Day #22 Something That Upsets You'/><author><name>Tammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06384417038245277095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/S6zPrSAmsmI/AAAAAAAABGg/OE1-V6X5-TM/S220/Smile_will_you__by_tammiexoxo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7734334323974294710.post-5070981933496703507</id><published>2010-10-15T17:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T17:12:48.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day #21 Another Moment</title><content type='html'>It was 1997. I was 7 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember being woke up by my parents. They were calling me to wake up. But I was still sleepy. I opened my eyes slightly and&amp;nbsp;realized&amp;nbsp;it was morning already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I rubbed sleep off my eyes, I finally heard what my parents were making a fuss about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;'Tammie, look out the window! It snowed last night while we were sleeping!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was FULLY awake by then. I rushed to my bedroom window, pushed away the curtain and sure enough, the once green ground is now covered in pure white pretty clean snow. Do you know how beautiful untouched snow looks like from the 2nd floor?&lt;br /&gt;It looks like God placed a white blanket on top of the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dalje.com/slike/slike_3/r1/g2008/m11/y188263436545045.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://dalje.com/slike/slike_3/r1/g2008/m11/y188263436545045.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;Photo from Google, but I carefully choose this one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;because it resembles the closest to the&amp;nbsp;scene&amp;nbsp;in my memory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;the moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I saw &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;snow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;for the first time in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, me and my family was in US then.&lt;br /&gt;It was the first day of winter snow, and our&amp;nbsp;family (being typical Asians all of our lives) had been waiting for this day (counting down to the first snow) since we stepped foot on American soil ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this is another moment in my life. I remember holding my breath and just&amp;nbsp;soaking&amp;nbsp;in the glory and beauty of it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my brother gladly finished our breakfast quickly and put on 3 layers&amp;nbsp;compromising&amp;nbsp;of sweaters, coat and jacket and we raaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan outside to play with real snow for the first time ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinyfarmblog.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/12/win07_first_day_of_winter.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://tinyfarmblog.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/12/win07_first_day_of_winter.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Oh I also&amp;nbsp;remembered&amp;nbsp;Kevin and I even &lt;i&gt;ate &lt;/i&gt;snow. We got sick a few days later. Lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Hey don't blame us, snow looks so clean and fresh and pretty. We just wanted to try it in our mouths :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;The fever was worth is XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7734334323974294710-5070981933496703507?l=tammiexxoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammiexxoo.blogspot.com/feeds/5070981933496703507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7734334323974294710&amp;postID=5070981933496703507&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734334323974294710/posts/default/5070981933496703507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734334323974294710/posts/default/5070981933496703507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammiexxoo.blogspot.com/2010/10/day-21-another-moment.html' title='Day #21 Another Moment'/><author><name>Tammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06384417038245277095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/S6zPrSAmsmI/AAAAAAAABGg/OE1-V6X5-TM/S220/Smile_will_you__by_tammiexoxo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7734334323974294710.post-4734672655820539012</id><published>2010-10-14T17:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T17:30:56.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day #20 This Month</title><content type='html'>I've:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. Worn contacts on all my waking hours for a whole week, 1st time in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2. Started playing Baking Life on Facebook.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TLbL4s8NByI/AAAAAAAABpk/ylzsrm_OtkI/s1600/Untitled.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="188" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TLbL4s8NByI/AAAAAAAABpk/ylzsrm_OtkI/s320/Untitled.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3. Started watching Bones&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Season 4 now :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TLa1urFP0WI/AAAAAAAABpg/Aom4IvmOUyU/s1600/dKbczMk4Jq7z6dwx3d2FOcY4o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="263" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TLa1urFP0WI/AAAAAAAABpg/Aom4IvmOUyU/s400/dKbczMk4Jq7z6dwx3d2FOcY4o1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4. Went to Kuantan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;5. Learnt a few new&amp;nbsp;Photoshop&amp;nbsp;skills.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;6. Slept and wake up whenever I want&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Sem break babeh!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;done all these things this month.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;So sad sem break is going to end so soon :'(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7734334323974294710-4734672655820539012?l=tammiexxoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammiexxoo.blogspot.com/feeds/4734672655820539012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7734334323974294710&amp;postID=4734672655820539012&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734334323974294710/posts/default/4734672655820539012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734334323974294710/posts/default/4734672655820539012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammiexxoo.blogspot.com/2010/10/day-20-this-month.html' title='Day #20 This Month'/><author><name>Tammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06384417038245277095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/S6zPrSAmsmI/AAAAAAAABGg/OE1-V6X5-TM/S220/Smile_will_you__by_tammiexoxo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TLbL4s8NByI/AAAAAAAABpk/ylzsrm_OtkI/s72-c/Untitled.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7734334323974294710.post-8994792041425091946</id><published>2010-10-13T09:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T09:37:13.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day #19 Something You Regret</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Getting myself short sighted on purpose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's one of the major regrets in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs14/f/2007/061/1/d/glasses_by_whangster.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs14/f/2007/061/1/d/glasses_by_whangster.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;photo from &lt;a href="http://whangster.deviantart.com/art/glasses-49950668?q=boost:popular+glasses&amp;amp;qo=18"&gt;Whangster's&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;dA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was only 10 when my then best friend got herself a pair of spectacles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Being a curious girl, I asked her to let my try on the specs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I looked into the mirror and found that I look awesome seeing myself in specs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I &lt;i&gt;know&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Stupid &lt;i&gt;stupid &lt;/i&gt;10 year old thinking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Give me a clown nose and the 10 year old me will think I'll look awesome too =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So anyway from that day on I had a mission- to make myself short sighted so I can get a pair of spectacles too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I love reading. Mum always says never to read while laying down to protect the eyes. Right? That's what all grown ups used to say. Well, I used that technique to spoil my eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I would always lay down on my bed, reading. After like a month of doing so, I finally got what I wanted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I realized my eyesight was starting to get&amp;nbsp;blurry&amp;nbsp;and I can't see things from far.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs16/i/2007/183/2/9/reading_glasses_by_rocketina.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs16/i/2007/183/2/9/reading_glasses_by_rocketina.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;photo from &lt;a href="http://rocketina.deviantart.com/art/reading-glasses-58933470?q=boost:popular+glasses&amp;amp;qo=62"&gt;Roketina&lt;/a&gt;'s dA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So yeah, that's how I got short&amp;nbsp;sighted. On purpose. Damn me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And to make matters worse, I found out that I've inherited my father's family side of gene, which is bad eyesight. &lt;b&gt;Meaning &lt;/b&gt;I'm more&amp;nbsp;prone&amp;nbsp;to getting short&amp;nbsp;sighted, I don't have to do it on purpose, I would've get&amp;nbsp;spoil&amp;nbsp;my eyes at some stage of my life. I just&amp;nbsp;speed&amp;nbsp;things up.&lt;br /&gt;All the adult&amp;nbsp;family&amp;nbsp;members in my dad's side wears&amp;nbsp;glasses. ALL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I am feeling remorseful as I type now D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Crap crap crap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7734334323974294710-8994792041425091946?l=tammiexxoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammiexxoo.blogspot.com/feeds/8994792041425091946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7734334323974294710&amp;postID=8994792041425091946&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734334323974294710/posts/default/8994792041425091946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734334323974294710/posts/default/8994792041425091946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammiexxoo.blogspot.com/2010/10/day-19-something-you-regret.html' title='Day #19 Something You Regret'/><author><name>Tammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06384417038245277095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/S6zPrSAmsmI/AAAAAAAABGg/OE1-V6X5-TM/S220/Smile_will_you__by_tammiexoxo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7734334323974294710.post-4927849062762687624</id><published>2010-10-12T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T20:32:20.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day #18 Your Favorite Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In my entire&amp;nbsp;life,&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://tammiexxoo.blogspot.com/2009/08/suprised-i-was.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;was THE BEST BIRTHDAY EVER!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;That was my most memorable birthday ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;Ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;Ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;Eve..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;Well, you get the point :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Why&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because one of my best friends planed it- Nancy Yap (and Karnee and the gang)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The whole class was involved, including a few from the class next door.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;THE CAKE WAS AWESOME! Chocolate&amp;nbsp;Indulgence&amp;nbsp;from Secret&amp;nbsp;Recipe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was really really touched. But I couldn't bring myself to cry because I was too excited and happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Even until today, I still think of this as the best birthday I had :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7734334323974294710-4927849062762687624?l=tammiexxoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammiexxoo.blogspot.com/feeds/4927849062762687624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7734334323974294710&amp;postID=4927849062762687624&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734334323974294710/posts/default/4927849062762687624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734334323974294710/posts/default/4927849062762687624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammiexxoo.blogspot.com/2010/10/day-18-your-favorite-birthday.html' title='Day #18 Your Favorite Birthday'/><author><name>Tammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06384417038245277095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/S6zPrSAmsmI/AAAAAAAABGg/OE1-V6X5-TM/S220/Smile_will_you__by_tammiexoxo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7734334323974294710.post-8496520670739313534</id><published>2010-10-11T20:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T20:36:41.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day #17 Your Favorite Memory</title><content type='html'>I was sitting at my desk doing my homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bell just rang, recess was over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You came walking in the classroom. I can see you were in a good mood. You were smiling and joking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You saw me sitting there. I smiled. You smiled. We both knew you're in a playful mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you suddenly started walking fast.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't think so much, so I turned back to face my homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next moment when I looked up, I saw your face sweeping down on me like an eagle sweeping down on it's pray. It was so fast that I didn't have time to react.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess you were shocked too,because you quickly pulled away. Yeah, I blushed but I didn't think much of it afterwards, because you were always teasing me like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a text message from you after school. You&amp;nbsp;apologized&amp;nbsp;for being so playful, you said you went over the line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess you can say I was even more shocked, I didn't expect you to&amp;nbsp;apologize, because you didn't do anything very wrong to me.. but the fact that you&amp;nbsp;apologized&amp;nbsp;made me replay the scene in my mind again. It made me&amp;nbsp;realized&amp;nbsp;how close our faces came O.o''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This memory stayed with me all the time. Maybe it's not the ideal 'favorite' memory for people, but it was&amp;nbsp;definitely&amp;nbsp;the most memorable for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah, my fellow blog readers may get a little&amp;nbsp;confused&amp;nbsp;reading this post, but that's the whole point. lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7734334323974294710-8496520670739313534?l=tammiexxoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammiexxoo.blogspot.com/feeds/8496520670739313534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7734334323974294710&amp;postID=8496520670739313534&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734334323974294710/posts/default/8496520670739313534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734334323974294710/posts/default/8496520670739313534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammiexxoo.blogspot.com/2010/10/day-17-your-favorite-memory.html' title='Day #17 Your Favorite Memory'/><author><name>Tammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06384417038245277095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/S6zPrSAmsmI/AAAAAAAABGg/OE1-V6X5-TM/S220/Smile_will_you__by_tammiexoxo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7734334323974294710.post-1404445940468960169</id><published>2010-10-10T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T20:57:01.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day #16 Your first kiss</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll leave this space to be filled up when the time comes ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;"&gt;mum, you're not reading my blog are you? &amp;gt;__&amp;lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though&amp;nbsp;I've nothing to blog about on this title, it makes me remember a quote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Girls worth kissing are not easily kissed.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No self-praise intended here.. just kind of my motto in&amp;nbsp;relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;ha, who's gonna go back through all my blog posts just to read this post?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7734334323974294710-1404445940468960169?l=tammiexxoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammiexxoo.blogspot.com/feeds/1404445940468960169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7734334323974294710&amp;postID=1404445940468960169&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734334323974294710/posts/default/1404445940468960169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734334323974294710/posts/default/1404445940468960169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammiexxoo.blogspot.com/2010/10/day-16-your-first-kiss.html' title='Day #16 Your first kiss'/><author><name>Tammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06384417038245277095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/S6zPrSAmsmI/AAAAAAAABGg/OE1-V6X5-TM/S220/Smile_will_you__by_tammiexoxo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7734334323974294710.post-7443317159578450125</id><published>2010-10-09T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T20:58:28.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day #15 Your Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've always wanted to be famous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to write these little stories, you know? Something like short stories.&lt;br /&gt;And there're always about love, boy-girl relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, so I started dreaming of being famous for&amp;nbsp;writing&amp;nbsp;novels, like my&amp;nbsp;favorite&amp;nbsp;authors Nicholas Sparks and Mag Cabot. I was only 14 then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, I found out that my&amp;nbsp;vocabulary&amp;nbsp;is only limited to words like '&lt;i&gt;awesome&lt;/i&gt;' and '&lt;i&gt;amazinggg&lt;/i&gt;' so I kinda gave up that dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, I fell in love. And from then on, my dream was changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TLBm4dAdHoI/AAAAAAAABpc/_ivR3r-YFfw/s1600/IMG_3529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TLBm4dAdHoI/AAAAAAAABpc/_ivR3r-YFfw/s400/IMG_3529.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;I love taking photographs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love traveling around the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dream would sound a little far fetched... but.. I want to be a world&amp;nbsp;renowned&amp;nbsp;photographer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;LAFF NAO N EU DAI!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;anyone get my secret code? :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://translate.google.com/#"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;and change 'English To English', copy this code, paste it, then click 'listen' and you'll crack the secret code ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want to be a photographer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A good one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No, scratch that, an &lt;i&gt;amazinggg &lt;/i&gt;one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I don't want to be a photographer who holds that camera and looks cool, but gives 'meh' photos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I don't want to be the photographer who has all these fancy gadgets but don't know how to master them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I don't want to just be 'another' photographer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want all my photos to tell a story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To bring tears to your eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To bring joy to your face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To bring a smile on your lips.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To make you pause and think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To make you catch your breath when you look at my photos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can I?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, yea, that's my dream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's big.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I really hope it comes true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7734334323974294710-7443317159578450125?l=tammiexxoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammiexxoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7443317159578450125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7734334323974294710&amp;postID=7443317159578450125&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734334323974294710/posts/default/7443317159578450125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734334323974294710/posts/default/7443317159578450125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammiexxoo.blogspot.com/2010/10/day-15-your-dream.html' title='Day #15 Your Dream'/><author><name>Tammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06384417038245277095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/S6zPrSAmsmI/AAAAAAAABGg/OE1-V6X5-TM/S220/Smile_will_you__by_tammiexoxo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TLBm4dAdHoI/AAAAAAAABpc/_ivR3r-YFfw/s72-c/IMG_3529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7734334323974294710.post-2060013758891849758</id><published>2010-10-08T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T20:49:08.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day #14 What you wore today</title><content type='html'>I wore t-shirt with shorts today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;T-shirt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cdn.thefrisky.com/images/uploads/gray_tshirts_old_navy_c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://cdn.thefrisky.com/images/uploads/gray_tshirts_old_navy_c.jpg" width="272" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and shorts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/3175B6VS63L.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="233" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/3175B6VS63L.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;photos from&amp;nbsp;Google&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I can't blog too much now, must learn new skill in photoshop XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;see ya!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7734334323974294710-2060013758891849758?l=tammiexxoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammiexxoo.blogspot.com/feeds/2060013758891849758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7734334323974294710&amp;postID=2060013758891849758&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734334323974294710/posts/default/2060013758891849758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734334323974294710/posts/default/2060013758891849758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammiexxoo.blogspot.com/2010/10/day-14-what-you-wore-today.html' title='Day #14 What you wore today'/><author><name>Tammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06384417038245277095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/S6zPrSAmsmI/AAAAAAAABGg/OE1-V6X5-TM/S220/Smile_will_you__by_tammiexoxo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7734334323974294710.post-488794869671097525</id><published>2010-10-07T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T22:11:17.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day #13 This Week</title><content type='html'>My mum asked me first thing when she saw me on Facebook today 'How was it like being a BIG SISTER for your cousins this week?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not kidding when she caps lock 'BIG SISTER', what? Is that like a secret code or something?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean I am a big sister even at home. Hello? Mum, you gave birth to me, you should know? =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I spent this week in Kuantan. hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And guess what? I life a healthier life here. lol. I sleep before 2am everyday okayyy. So amazinggg right? I can see my pimples disappearing as well =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm at Kuantan&amp;nbsp;babysitting&amp;nbsp;my little cousins. 17, 14 and 10 years. When I told my friend this, he was like, 'You're only 3 years apart from the eldest.' That made me =.=''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha, okay so I'm not that big enough to babysit them, but I still do it, coz I wanna spend more time with them when their parents are overseas :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me introduce them:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First, Roxanne. I call her Roxy sometime. hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TK3QJEs_trI/AAAAAAAABo8/yNIzi0waYYk/s1600/DSC08290.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TK3QJEs_trI/AAAAAAAABo8/yNIzi0waYYk/s400/DSC08290.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Roxy &amp;amp; Jared&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TK3PmicRW_I/AAAAAAAABo4/AqHsLKT75Qw/s1600/DSC00817.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TK3PmicRW_I/AAAAAAAABo4/AqHsLKT75Qw/s320/DSC00817.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Roxy &amp;amp; Jared 2 xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's the eldest. The one who loves art and photography.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was her influence that I love photography too :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next, Rowei. The middle child. She's the one&amp;nbsp;with&amp;nbsp;better memory. HAHA Roxy, no offence hor =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She's also always making funny faces XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TK3LoBHwdiI/AAAAAAAABow/ZicVUzUY2UU/s1600/DSC00041.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TK3LoBHwdiI/AAAAAAAABow/ZicVUzUY2UU/s400/DSC00041.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Lastly, Jared boy. lol. The youngest and only boy in the trio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TK3PBJUWHII/AAAAAAAABo0/MV5aONeLqIU/s1600/IMG_1211.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TK3PBJUWHII/AAAAAAAABo0/MV5aONeLqIU/s400/IMG_1211.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;He's another funny face maker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jared loves watching disturbing cartoons. He influenced me to like watching &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Marvelous_Misadventures_of_Flapjack"&gt;The Marvelous Misadventures of Flapjack&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TK3Q77aYugI/AAAAAAAABpA/Td3RQsStung/s1600/flapjack-ix1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="233" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TK3Q77aYugI/AAAAAAAABpA/Td3RQsStung/s320/flapjack-ix1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and I introduced him to&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q5im0Ssyyus"&gt;Charlie the Unicorn&lt;/a&gt;. Muahahah XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sonicentropy.hu/pix/Charlie_The_Unicorn_cover.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="175" src="http://www.sonicentropy.hu/pix/Charlie_The_Unicorn_cover.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So back to the topic. This week, I cooked lunch for them. Which was better then cooking lunch at home, because their kitchen is so nais. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I felt like an adult this week. haha. I know. I am. But staying at home with this 3 kids, well you know XD&lt;br /&gt;What I did this week in a quick recap:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TK3TXezv-RI/AAAAAAAABpE/yoIXOYj3KDw/s1600/IMG_1168.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TK3TXezv-RI/AAAAAAAABpE/yoIXOYj3KDw/s400/IMG_1168.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Helped Roxy make her poster for school&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TK3TlUtsynI/AAAAAAAABpI/Vwb53ffPMMA/s1600/IMG_1177.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TK3TlUtsynI/AAAAAAAABpI/Vwb53ffPMMA/s400/IMG_1177.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Brought Jared to the&amp;nbsp;playground&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;where he met a new friend to play ball with x)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TK3T1wox3rI/AAAAAAAABpM/qP32x0-6joQ/s1600/IMG_1192.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TK3T1wox3rI/AAAAAAAABpM/qP32x0-6joQ/s400/IMG_1192.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TK3UAMC0LjI/AAAAAAAABpQ/73pm7U9B4iA/s1600/IMG_1195.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TK3UAMC0LjI/AAAAAAAABpQ/73pm7U9B4iA/s400/IMG_1195.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Jared learning a new trick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TK3UC60x8lI/AAAAAAAABpU/JNnTtJawTEs/s1600/IMG_1198.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TK3UC60x8lI/AAAAAAAABpU/JNnTtJawTEs/s400/IMG_1198.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;GOAL!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Apart from that I watched a lot of Bones. But I'm still at Season 2 T__T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Slept a lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Wore my contacts&amp;nbsp;lens&amp;nbsp;tooooo much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Because&amp;nbsp;I left my glasses at Bkit Tinggi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wonder what damage I've done to my eyes T__T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;oh wells.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway this week was fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let's do it again! XD&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/7734334323974294710-488794869671097525?l=tammiexxoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammiexxoo.blogspot.com/feeds/488794869671097525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7734334323974294710&amp;postID=488794869671097525&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734334323974294710/posts/default/488794869671097525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734334323974294710/posts/default/488794869671097525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammiexxoo.blogspot.com/2010/10/day-13-this-week.html' title='Day #13 This Week'/><author><name>Tammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06384417038245277095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/S6zPrSAmsmI/AAAAAAAABGg/OE1-V6X5-TM/S220/Smile_will_you__by_tammiexoxo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TK3QJEs_trI/AAAAAAAABo8/yNIzi0waYYk/s72-c/DSC08290.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7734334323974294710.post-1782385786628995150</id><published>2010-10-06T15:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T15:55:49.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day #12 What's in your bag</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is easy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TKwj1-IWOII/AAAAAAAABos/CjoXwr0_DYE/s1600/DSCN7647+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TKwj1-IWOII/AAAAAAAABos/CjoXwr0_DYE/s400/DSCN7647+copy.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I've poured out all the&amp;nbsp;contents&amp;nbsp;of my bag, here, take a look.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;A Canon 500D DSLR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;it's battery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;my purse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;my handphone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;RM10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;an ATM&amp;nbsp;withdrawal recite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;keys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;comb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;tweezers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;OXY wet facial wipe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;'My Journey' daily devotional booklet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still dunno why I choose to buy a blue &amp;amp; white strip bag. It's mainly because of its size I believe.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted a huge bag, so I can carry my camera with me all the time. I also like the&amp;nbsp;beach-y&amp;nbsp;feeling the bag gives. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The camera is the most&amp;nbsp;important&amp;nbsp;object in my bag. Also the most expensive. I always take out the battery when I'm not using it, to make sure the battery doesn't drain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My purse was given to me by mum. Well, actually I took it&amp;nbsp;because&amp;nbsp;mum never used it. I was like '&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ead1dc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #0b5394;"&gt;Ma, I need a new purse, can we go buy one? Oh, wait... you're not using this are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;' and it became mine form then on XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RM10 was out of my purse because I didn't bother to put it inside after I took it out. lol. I'm that lazy. ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My house&amp;nbsp;key chain&amp;nbsp;is of a wooden doll that looks like a voodoo doll. The key chain was one of my (16th year old? *forgotten*)&amp;nbsp;birthday&amp;nbsp;present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nixsoderm is like the best cream around. You can use it for scratches, light burn,&amp;nbsp;mosquito&amp;nbsp;bite, and pimples. It's so amazinggggg. Even though&amp;nbsp;it stinks. yeah. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't aware of this before, but after seeing what's inside my bag, I realized that I'm quite a clean freak..*gasps*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.____.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had no idea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OXY facial wipe, tweezer and comb all proves that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ahh, well, I could've been worse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I wouldn't say I'm a really&amp;nbsp;religious&amp;nbsp;girl, but I try to do morning devotions daily. Thus, 'My Journey' booklet :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Actually, I'm a REALLY LOW mantainance girl! As you can see form the&amp;nbsp;contents&amp;nbsp;of my bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No make up thingy majiggy, no PSP, no sunglasses, no sunscreen... heck, come to think of it, my bag doesn't even look like a female's bag O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But whateva :D&lt;/div&gt;I am happy with the contents of my bag and there's not a single day that can go by where I do no need the stuffs from my bag :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7734334323974294710-1782385786628995150?l=tammiexxoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammiexxoo.blogspot.com/feeds/1782385786628995150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7734334323974294710&amp;postID=1782385786628995150&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734334323974294710/posts/default/1782385786628995150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734334323974294710/posts/default/1782385786628995150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammiexxoo.blogspot.com/2010/10/day-12-whats-in-your-bag.html' title='Day #12 What&apos;s in your bag'/><author><name>Tammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06384417038245277095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/S6zPrSAmsmI/AAAAAAAABGg/OE1-V6X5-TM/S220/Smile_will_you__by_tammiexoxo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TKwj1-IWOII/AAAAAAAABos/CjoXwr0_DYE/s72-c/DSCN7647+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7734334323974294710.post-171519613037154384</id><published>2010-10-05T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T21:42:40.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day #11 Your siblings</title><content type='html'>I'm sure I talked a lot about my siblings in my blog.. like the 12 year difference between my little sister and me, and my annoying brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I shall blog about their personality this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother, Kevin and I are 4 years apart. He used to be seriously cute when he was a baby. Chubby cheeks, cute face, dimpled smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TKsnuMmlWDI/AAAAAAAABoc/BPW0o9Nh6X0/s1600/n592898817_745306_1751.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="323" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TKsnuMmlWDI/AAAAAAAABoc/BPW0o9Nh6X0/s400/n592898817_745306_1751.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kevin when he was 10 years old and my then 5 year old baby sister.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;But&amp;nbsp;adolescent&amp;nbsp;is a monster to Kevin. Ever since he hit 13, he's become emo boy. Not just emo, he's a freakin poser too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TKsmgBW_4tI/AAAAAAAABoU/DSgfwdZzfFU/s1600/22243_309554224862_684829862_3216893_7933895_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TKsmgBW_4tI/AAAAAAAABoU/DSgfwdZzfFU/s400/22243_309554224862_684829862_3216893_7933895_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Emo boys wears make up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Especially if it's mascara.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mum is so going to pinch him if she sees this photo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TKsj4hO2m0I/AAAAAAAABoE/-ig8YYhzbVg/s1600/47132_428466503817_592898817_4767728_2134862_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TKsj4hO2m0I/AAAAAAAABoE/-ig8YYhzbVg/s400/47132_428466503817_592898817_4767728_2134862_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Poser is the one kicking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;but I must say, his mid-air kicks are good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TKskTZ00BmI/AAAAAAAABoM/1duSVIgglnk/s1600/15540_229665168776_564218776_2965648_7755646_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TKskTZ00BmI/AAAAAAAABoM/1duSVIgglnk/s200/15540_229665168776_564218776_2965648_7755646_n.jpg" width="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He's a mafia too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;he looks ugly in this photo, but that's the point XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;jk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TKsl1wL0EWI/AAAAAAAABoQ/ss_57xdZyrY/s1600/35042_1345686203092_1259378439_30861099_1153508_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="268" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TKsl1wL0EWI/AAAAAAAABoQ/ss_57xdZyrY/s400/35042_1345686203092_1259378439_30861099_1153508_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Actually, my brother is a pretty good lookin' guy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;left hand side in this photo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Oh shut up, I'm just going to say it this once, Kevin's good looking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;he looks like Justin Bieber here. HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TKsnJLxXUgI/AAAAAAAABoY/xJyWNfejZmA/s1600/n653361126_1253491_8117.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="296" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TKsnJLxXUgI/AAAAAAAABoY/xJyWNfejZmA/s400/n653361126_1253491_8117.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My brother plays guitar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My dad's influence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Kevin also plays football, he's always following football matches which he will discuss with dad. But he's currently more into basketball now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;His taste in music is terrible. It goes from pop to punk rock to sentimental to rock to hard rock to kind of heavy metal rock. I CAN BASICALLY DIE LISTENING TO THE MUSIC HE LISTENS TO. There.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;He does read more. So&amp;nbsp;technically&amp;nbsp;he's smarter then me. He knows about stuff like the&amp;nbsp;Freemasons, famous communism leaders and much more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The one thing I hate about my brother is that he's so freaking EMO. Whenever he's in his emo mood, he wouldn't answer me. All he does is sulk, like a girl. =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But I'm still glad I have him as my brother. Even though he's emo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Next, my little sister. Rachel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TKsqML5ueZI/AAAAAAAABog/iA9OJhjuAEY/s1600/n592898817_745304_1114.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TKsqML5ueZI/AAAAAAAABog/iA9OJhjuAEY/s400/n592898817_745304_1114.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;kissy kiss =X&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TKsqM0eIGTI/AAAAAAAABok/83qjJRmaHw4/s1600/n592898817_745302_497.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TKsqM0eIGTI/AAAAAAAABok/83qjJRmaHw4/s400/n592898817_745302_497.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bunny ears! XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;She says and does the cutest things. But one thing about my sister is that she loves watching tv and reading books. Cartoons&amp;nbsp;especially.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Whenever she's reading or watching tv, NOTHING CAN DISTRACT HER. I MEAN &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;NOTHING&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;You can call her for a million times, but her eyes will still be glued to the book or the television set.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's so annoying I tell you! &amp;gt;__&amp;lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;BUT I still love my baby sister. Maybe a little more then my bro, but he's the emo one who asked for it =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;All in all, I love you guys! No matter how&amp;nbsp;annoying, irritating, disturbing you guys are, both of you are my little bro and sis and I will always be your big Jie Jie..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so SUCK IT UP and live with it XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7734334323974294710-171519613037154384?l=tammiexxoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammiexxoo.blogspot.com/feeds/171519613037154384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7734334323974294710&amp;postID=171519613037154384&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734334323974294710/posts/default/171519613037154384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734334323974294710/posts/default/171519613037154384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammiexxoo.blogspot.com/2010/10/day-11-your-siblings.html' title='Day #11 Your siblings'/><author><name>Tammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06384417038245277095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/S6zPrSAmsmI/AAAAAAAABGg/OE1-V6X5-TM/S220/Smile_will_you__by_tammiexoxo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TKsnuMmlWDI/AAAAAAAABoc/BPW0o9Nh6X0/s72-c/n592898817_745306_1751.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7734334323974294710.post-5812326341923784768</id><published>2010-10-04T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T21:16:02.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day #10 What you wore today</title><content type='html'>What I wore today was just t-shirt and pants because I didn't go out today, I wore the same thing the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.plain-t-shirts.co.uk/images/t_shirt/yellow-plaintees.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.plain-t-shirts.co.uk/images/t_shirt/yellow-plaintees.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.internationalknitwear.com/images/Ladies%20Shorts.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.internationalknitwear.com/images/Ladies%20Shorts.jpg" width="236" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe this is all I'm going to blog about today =.=''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TKnP4DNVBxI/AAAAAAAABn4/baVe4_xYV4s/s1600/IMG_1147.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TKnRfkNLb9I/AAAAAAAABn8/M92rtf8wYk8/s1600/IMG_1163.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TKnRfkNLb9I/AAAAAAAABn8/M92rtf8wYk8/s400/IMG_1163.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I did some photographing today :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;made me smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my cousin, Jerad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TKnP4DNVBxI/AAAAAAAABn4/baVe4_xYV4s/s1600/IMG_1147.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TKnP4DNVBxI/AAAAAAAABn4/baVe4_xYV4s/s400/IMG_1147.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Music &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7734334323974294710-5812326341923784768?l=tammiexxoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammiexxoo.blogspot.com/feeds/5812326341923784768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7734334323974294710&amp;postID=5812326341923784768&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734334323974294710/posts/default/5812326341923784768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734334323974294710/posts/default/5812326341923784768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammiexxoo.blogspot.com/2010/10/day-10-what-you-wore-today.html' title='Day #10 What you wore today'/><author><name>Tammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06384417038245277095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/S6zPrSAmsmI/AAAAAAAABGg/OE1-V6X5-TM/S220/Smile_will_you__by_tammiexoxo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TKnRfkNLb9I/AAAAAAAABn8/M92rtf8wYk8/s72-c/IMG_1163.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7734334323974294710.post-5688315923705102877</id><published>2010-10-03T19:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T19:35:51.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day #9 Your beliefs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://fc08.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2010/025/8/7/He_wept_by_tammiexoxo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="270" src="http://fc08.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2010/025/8/7/He_wept_by_tammiexoxo.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been a Christian all my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my parents have not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad was a teen when he started going to church. My grandpa was so angry when he found out that he drag my dad and&amp;nbsp;threatened&amp;nbsp;to scold the pastor in church. But my grandpa never got to scold the pastor that day because he couldn't find that&amp;nbsp;church. My dad said a large lorry was blocking the church, so grandpa couldn't find it.&lt;br /&gt;I believe that wasn't a coincidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually, people, especially Asians, think that&amp;nbsp;Christianity&amp;nbsp;is a 'Western religion'.&lt;br /&gt;Actually, to be&amp;nbsp;precise, Jesus was born in&amp;nbsp;Jerusalem,&amp;nbsp;Israel. Israel is&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #b4a7d6;"&gt;Middle East&lt;/span&gt;. Middle. Not East, not West :)&lt;br /&gt;It's just that most white people are&amp;nbsp;Christians. But I wouldn't bet on that now. Most white people these days prefer not to have a religion.&lt;br /&gt;Believing&amp;nbsp;in Him doesn't mean I give up my culture and my roots. I still celebrate Chinese New Year. I still eat with chopsticks. I still have a&amp;nbsp;Chinese&amp;nbsp;name :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;I like to think that my faith,&amp;nbsp;Christianity&amp;nbsp;is not just a religion. It's a relationship, with God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;It's about talking to Him everyday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;It's about reading His word daily.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;It's about learning to trust Him in difficult situations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;It's about being a better person for Him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #ea9999;"&gt;I believe in a baby born centuries ago, named Jesus.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;I believe he died on the cross, not by mistake, but to complete the mission he came to earth for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #ffe599;"&gt; I believe he was the son of God.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;I believe in heaven and hell.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #a2c4c9;"&gt;I believe that there's salvation in Jesus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Some people may find may belief hard to believe or accept. Others may think it's utter crap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;All I can say is, I hope you'll respect my belief, as I will respect your's :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Okay, I guess that's the most basic stuff about my beliefs. I don't usually blog about my beliefs&amp;nbsp;because&amp;nbsp;I don't want people to feel like I'm&amp;nbsp;shoving&amp;nbsp;my faith in your face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Pardon me if you think so, I am&amp;nbsp;merely&amp;nbsp;describing&amp;nbsp;my faith in this post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Till tomorrow, see ya! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7734334323974294710-5688315923705102877?l=tammiexxoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammiexxoo.blogspot.com/feeds/5688315923705102877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7734334323974294710&amp;postID=5688315923705102877&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734334323974294710/posts/default/5688315923705102877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734334323974294710/posts/default/5688315923705102877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammiexxoo.blogspot.com/2010/10/day-9-your-beliefs.html' title='Day #9 Your beliefs'/><author><name>Tammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06384417038245277095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/S6zPrSAmsmI/AAAAAAAABGg/OE1-V6X5-TM/S220/Smile_will_you__by_tammiexoxo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7734334323974294710.post-3285635755833998477</id><published>2010-10-02T19:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T19:51:23.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day #8 A moment</title><content type='html'>I remember a moment.&lt;br /&gt;It was when I was still a little girl. I can't really remember how old am I. But I was small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember my dad playing the guitar. He was singing a song, and I was just bobbing my head along with him, reading the lyrics form his lyric book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never heard the song before but still I sang it like I knew it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, it was just like any other song for me. But as I keep singing and the more I sang the more I begin to like that song.&lt;br /&gt;At that moment, I guess I fell in love with music. Or more&amp;nbsp;precisely, understand the beauty of music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time me and dad finish singing 'On Top of The World' I was asking him to play and sing the song again and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's my moment.&lt;br /&gt;teehee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7734334323974294710-3285635755833998477?l=tammiexxoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammiexxoo.blogspot.com/feeds/3285635755833998477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7734334323974294710&amp;postID=3285635755833998477&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734334323974294710/posts/default/3285635755833998477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734334323974294710/posts/default/3285635755833998477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammiexxoo.blogspot.com/2010/10/day-8-moment.html' title='Day #8 A moment'/><author><name>Tammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06384417038245277095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/S6zPrSAmsmI/AAAAAAAABGg/OE1-V6X5-TM/S220/Smile_will_you__by_tammiexoxo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7734334323974294710.post-4952832768832628791</id><published>2010-10-01T23:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T23:14:45.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day #7 Your Day</title><content type='html'>I woke up around 6am today. lol. Why?&lt;br /&gt;Because I wanted to eat the toast bread mum made for Kev &amp;amp; Rach as breakfast. It was so niceeeeeeee because mum put honey on top of the toast and I ate 3 yummy toast bread with my eyes half open and mind still in lala land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thedailygreen.com/cm/thedailygreen/images/honey-bread-recipe-lg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="312" src="http://www.thedailygreen.com/cm/thedailygreen/images/honey-bread-recipe-lg.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT I am&amp;nbsp;positively&amp;nbsp;sure I ate&amp;nbsp;toast&amp;nbsp;bread and it was like heaven :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the 3rd toast bread I walked like a zombie back to my bed and *plop* back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next time I opened my eyes is because the house phone was ringing like mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;RINGGGGGGGG RING RINGGGGGGG RINGG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alright alright! I'm awake already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I stumbled out of bed, but just as I took the phone and said 'Hello?'&lt;br /&gt;The line went dead. Yeah, DEAD. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Thanks for the wake up call.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew it was mum calling, so I called her back. I was still blur as I just woke up.&lt;br /&gt;Mum told me I don't have to cook because her school is having a party of some sort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;literally&amp;nbsp;shouted '&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;YEAH&lt;/span&gt;!' By then I am totally&amp;nbsp;awake&amp;nbsp;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I end up watching Bones on pps for the rest of the morning. heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TKXyTvBFdsI/AAAAAAAABns/_x5hnC66xug/s1600/tv_bones01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TKXyTvBFdsI/AAAAAAAABns/_x5hnC66xug/s400/tv_bones01.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Bones is as gory as CSI, but they still have a sense of humor ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I likey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Mum came back from school so I helped her make jelly and tuna for a gathering tonight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I made the apple tuna again XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;That night, we went to Aunty Penee's house for Daniel and&amp;nbsp;Anabelle's goodbye party.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Daniel and Anabelle are siblings and our&amp;nbsp;neighbor. They're moving to KL soon, so we had a gathering for them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We also celebrated Danial's early&amp;nbsp;birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TKX1uI4HryI/AAAAAAAABnw/e1U7oc2k_cY/s1600/IMG_1124.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TKX1uI4HryI/AAAAAAAABnw/e1U7oc2k_cY/s400/IMG_1124.JPG" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Anabelle having the cake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;lol at her expression.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TKX1zNqarcI/AAAAAAAABn0/dnMfjk3vtSI/s1600/IMG_1127.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TKX1zNqarcI/AAAAAAAABn0/dnMfjk3vtSI/s400/IMG_1127.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Because the room was not well lit, I had to use slower shutter speed..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;that made Anabelle's face&amp;nbsp;blury&amp;nbsp;when she moved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I hope Anabelle still remembers me after she moves. She's a cute little girl with a lot of things to say :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7734334323974294710-4952832768832628791?l=tammiexxoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammiexxoo.blogspot.com/feeds/4952832768832628791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7734334323974294710&amp;postID=4952832768832628791&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734334323974294710/posts/default/4952832768832628791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734334323974294710/posts/default/4952832768832628791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammiexxoo.blogspot.com/2010/10/day-7-your-day.html' title='Day #7 Your Day'/><author><name>Tammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06384417038245277095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/S6zPrSAmsmI/AAAAAAAABGg/OE1-V6X5-TM/S220/Smile_will_you__by_tammiexoxo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TKXyTvBFdsI/AAAAAAAABns/_x5hnC66xug/s72-c/tv_bones01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7734334323974294710.post-162481523262777592</id><published>2010-09-30T22:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T22:21:36.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day #6 Your best friend</title><content type='html'>Okay!&lt;br /&gt;I exchange topic for day #6 and day #7. I have a valid reason for doing so.&lt;br /&gt;Because&amp;nbsp;my day today was basically sleep, eat, cook, go online, sleep, eat and online again. How&amp;nbsp;interesting&amp;nbsp;=.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence, I shall blog about my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As some of you know, my&amp;nbsp;family&amp;nbsp;don't stay put in a place for long. We're always moving. That explains why I don't have a life long best friend. I always think of my life as different stages.&lt;br /&gt;And that is why I have 'many' best friends. If that's even possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if I am to choose just one.. I would say Cynthia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TKSaLGcWDcI/AAAAAAAABnc/PJ9NDmGlj_M/s1600/DSC01962.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TKSaLGcWDcI/AAAAAAAABnc/PJ9NDmGlj_M/s400/DSC01962.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Me&amp;amp;Cyn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Don't get me wrong, I do have other awesome friends like &lt;a href="http://nancy-ning.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nancy &lt;/a&gt;and Stephanie.. But Cynthia and I have been friends the longest and we still do keep in touch, until today. Which is amazing, given the fact that my family moves like a circus =.=''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the first time I meet Cynthia.&lt;br /&gt;It was during Sunday School and we were 12 years old. I just moved to Melaka that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She smiled at me. That's how our friendship begin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cynthia warned me before that she was 'small gas'. I didn't believe her.&lt;br /&gt;After 9 years of&amp;nbsp;friendship, I found out there were times she was right, about bring 'small gas'. haha, Cynthia darling, if you are reading this, don't get mad! Read finish first ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I admire about this girl is that she is talented. She can really cook. I've tasted her fruit salad and fruit jelly and they are AWESOME! :D I love love her cooking. Cynthia is also very good in decorating and drawing. There was one Christmas that she made jelly for all of her&amp;nbsp;friends&amp;nbsp;and when I got mine, I was so&amp;nbsp;surprised&amp;nbsp;and happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cynthia loves Christmas.&amp;nbsp;Piano. Her Ah Mak (grandma). My sister, Rachel. Her boy.&lt;br /&gt;She's an emotional person, like me. Little things can make her very 'fan' and little things can make her cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the way she laugh. I love the way she choose to be as innocent as a child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TKSbTpmvKCI/AAAAAAAABnk/j4ozP4G8hPA/s1600/36338_421909069056_646489056_4260456_5000232_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TKSbTpmvKCI/AAAAAAAABnk/j4ozP4G8hPA/s400/36338_421909069056_646489056_4260456_5000232_n.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Our couple tee ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't share much in comma&amp;nbsp;except&amp;nbsp;for out faith, age and love for my sister :)&lt;br /&gt;But that's what's amazing isn't it? We only share little similarities, yet we still remain best friends for 9 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and she loves to post photos of Hello Kitty without her eyes, like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TKSb5voM1DI/AAAAAAAABno/WjkworWZOuI/s1600/46197_439623014056_646489056_4688898_4092618_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="356" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TKSb5voM1DI/AAAAAAAABno/WjkworWZOuI/s400/46197_439623014056_646489056_4688898_4092618_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;creepy right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;but this is so Cynthia XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Cynthia Hang Hui Xin, I &amp;lt;3 ya! and I hope our&amp;nbsp;friendship&amp;nbsp;will continue to grow :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7734334323974294710-162481523262777592?l=tammiexxoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammiexxoo.blogspot.com/feeds/162481523262777592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7734334323974294710&amp;postID=162481523262777592&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734334323974294710/posts/default/162481523262777592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734334323974294710/posts/default/162481523262777592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammiexxoo.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-6-your-best-friend.html' title='Day #6 Your best friend'/><author><name>Tammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06384417038245277095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/S6zPrSAmsmI/AAAAAAAABGg/OE1-V6X5-TM/S220/Smile_will_you__by_tammiexoxo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TKSaLGcWDcI/AAAAAAAABnc/PJ9NDmGlj_M/s72-c/DSC01962.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7734334323974294710.post-1666689738216501581</id><published>2010-09-29T23:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T23:13:03.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day #5 Your definition of Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TKMtjYvwOmI/AAAAAAAABnY/gX639oMithU/s1600/IMG_7161.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TKMtjYvwOmI/AAAAAAAABnY/gX639oMithU/s400/IMG_7161.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My&amp;nbsp;definition&amp;nbsp;of love: &lt;b&gt;The most&amp;nbsp;simple yet&amp;nbsp;complex feeling in human beings.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I love this quote about love:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;"Love is&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #073763;"&gt;patient&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;, love is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #073763;"&gt;kind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #073763;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;It does&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffe599;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #073763;"&gt;not envy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;, it does &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #073763;"&gt;not boast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;, it is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a2c4c9;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #073763;"&gt;not proud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #073763;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;It is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #073763;"&gt;not rude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;, it is not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #073763;"&gt;self-seeking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;, it is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #073763;"&gt;not easily&amp;nbsp;angered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #073763;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;It&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;keeps no record of wrongs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #073763;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Love does &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #073763;"&gt;not delight in evil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;, but&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #073763;"&gt;rejoices&amp;nbsp;in the truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #073763;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;It always &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #073763;"&gt;protects&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;, always &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #073763;"&gt;hopes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;, always&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #073763;"&gt;preservers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;If you want to know&amp;nbsp;whether&amp;nbsp;that someone loves you, just go through that quote.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It's the most perfect and complete&amp;nbsp;description&amp;nbsp;of love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I say love is the&amp;nbsp;simplest&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;because &lt;/i&gt;every baby born learns to love without anyone teaching them how to love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Humans need love. A baby growing up without love will end up being a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Feral_child"&gt;Feral child&lt;/a&gt;, like &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Genie_(feral_child)"&gt;Genie&lt;/a&gt;. I almost cried reading about her on&amp;nbsp;Wikipedia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;It's the saddest thing that can happened to any human, to live life without experiencing love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I say love (especially romance love) is complex&amp;nbsp;because&amp;nbsp;it makes us feel&amp;nbsp;confuses&amp;nbsp;and uneasy at first. That's because we do things we don't understand for the person we love. But slowly, it starts to give a warm and happy feeling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;You know what is the ultimate act of love?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;It's to die for someone you love. THAT is the action that just shouts 'I LOVE YOU' more then people who says 'I love you' a thousand times but don't show it in action.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;He died for me. And you. JC. And that's why I understand love :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7734334323974294710-1666689738216501581?l=tammiexxoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammiexxoo.blogspot.com/feeds/1666689738216501581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7734334323974294710&amp;postID=1666689738216501581&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734334323974294710/posts/default/1666689738216501581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734334323974294710/posts/default/1666689738216501581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammiexxoo.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-5-your-definition-of-love.html' title='Day #5 Your definition of Love'/><author><name>Tammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06384417038245277095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/S6zPrSAmsmI/AAAAAAAABGg/OE1-V6X5-TM/S220/Smile_will_you__by_tammiexoxo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TKMtjYvwOmI/AAAAAAAABnY/gX639oMithU/s72-c/IMG_7161.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7734334323974294710.post-5365130311922881066</id><published>2010-09-28T23:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T23:23:50.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day #4 What you ate today</title><content type='html'>I had tuna bread for breakfast :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you think tuna stinks, think again. Mum makes the best tuna. She puts apple in them. Amazing right? lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://yumhoney.files.wordpress.com/2008/05/cimg3711.jpg?w=500&amp;amp;h=375" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://yumhoney.files.wordpress.com/2008/05/cimg3711.jpg?w=500&amp;amp;h=375" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;This is not my photo, I just want to show the apple bits in the tuna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I love tuna because of those apple bits :D&lt;br /&gt;Apple helps balance out the fishy smell in tuna. It's AMAZING. Try it next time. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For lunch, I cooked!&lt;br /&gt;I did baked beans with cubes of potato. One of my&amp;nbsp;favorite, 'cause anything with tomato sauce is amazing :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://watkinslynn.typepad.com/.a/6a00d8348fae9953ef0133f2d9a968970b-500wi" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://watkinslynn.typepad.com/.a/6a00d8348fae9953ef0133f2d9a968970b-500wi" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Photo not mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;But my baked beans looks as amazing as the photo above. lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I cooked another dish, veggies. Not&amp;nbsp;interesting, so I won't blog about that. *smug*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Next, for dinner I had fried rice! It was those&amp;nbsp;Chinese&amp;nbsp;restaurant fried rice, mind you. Dad came back from work with it. I was jumping for joy. Well, not&amp;nbsp;literally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rasamalaysia.com/uploaded_images/fried_rice/friedrice3_s.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://www.rasamalaysia.com/uploaded_images/fried_rice/friedrice3_s.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;by this time, you should be aware that none of these photos belong to me. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's funny how restaurant cooked fried rice and home cooked fried rice differ so much in taste. They do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In between lunch and dinner I had a few snacks. Mum brought home some pao.&lt;br /&gt;I love them 'cause they have eggs inside :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.khatiya-korner.com/images/food/steamedbuns.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://www.khatiya-korner.com/images/food/steamedbuns.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;the ones I had doesn't look like this, but these pao are the only ones with egg inside, so I uploaded this pica.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm..yummeh :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also had Paddle Pop's vanilla ice cream with chocolate strips. Lava, is it's name. The one in a tub, not on stick. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I feel fat. Urgh. But I love what I ate today. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7734334323974294710-5365130311922881066?l=tammiexxoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammiexxoo.blogspot.com/feeds/5365130311922881066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7734334323974294710&amp;postID=5365130311922881066&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734334323974294710/posts/default/5365130311922881066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734334323974294710/posts/default/5365130311922881066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammiexxoo.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-4-what-you-ate-today_28.html' title='Day #4 What you ate today'/><author><name>Tammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06384417038245277095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/S6zPrSAmsmI/AAAAAAAABGg/OE1-V6X5-TM/S220/Smile_will_you__by_tammiexoxo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7734334323974294710.post-8532861806033529503</id><published>2010-09-27T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T22:41:09.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day #3 Your Parents</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2125/110/32/653361126/n653361126_1389042_4947.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2125/110/32/653361126/n653361126_1389042_4947.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I thought I'd start this blog post with this funny photo of my dad &amp;amp; mum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This was taken during the eve of Chinese New Year, and dad drink a little wine, which resulted in his red&amp;nbsp;complexion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;He's not drunk. His skin turns red by alcohol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Even a tinsy bit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Hmmm.. I can't really explain why he has that&amp;nbsp;hilarious&amp;nbsp;shell-shock expression on..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Maybe he was a wee bit drunk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs139.snc3/18664_315807153263_784908263_3574658_7899935_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs139.snc3/18664_315807153263_784908263_3574658_7899935_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Here's a much serious photo :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;CNY morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;As I've mentioned before, both my mum and dad are teachers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My mum teaches&amp;nbsp;primary&amp;nbsp;school and my dad teaches&amp;nbsp;secondary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Let's start with mum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs034.snc1/2412_1091546802896_1053281715_1216182_2702772_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs034.snc1/2412_1091546802896_1053281715_1216182_2702772_n.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Here's mum at work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;During one of her course, with kid's work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Mum's the &lt;b&gt;nature lover&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She loves gardening, recycling and reading.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She's a pure&amp;nbsp;Chinese.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;By saying that I meant, she is&amp;nbsp;familiar&amp;nbsp;with&amp;nbsp;Chinese writing,&amp;nbsp;literature and poems all that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(I am not =.=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My mum brings&amp;nbsp;tiffin&amp;nbsp;carrier whenever she goes out to buy food. She hates&amp;nbsp;Styrofoam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Whenever I come home with a new plastic bag, she would start morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;lol. Jokes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She wouldn't mourn, but she'd say things like &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;'I've&amp;nbsp;raised&amp;nbsp;you for 19 years, haven't you learn by now that plastic is NOT&amp;nbsp;environmental&amp;nbsp;friendly?!?'&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It's because of mum that I develop a strong dislike for&amp;nbsp;Styrofoam&amp;nbsp;as well :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Now to dad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs139.snc3/18664_315807133263_784908263_3574657_5513027_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs139.snc3/18664_315807133263_784908263_3574657_5513027_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's me and dad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you notice, dad's kinda short. Hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But he's&amp;nbsp;adorable&amp;nbsp;that way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One of my earliest memory of dad is him doing his paper work. I was sitting on a bed on the floor and playing by myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Apparently, I found out that dad was doing his masters assignment that time, and mum was away on a course, so he was taking care of me. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If I can&amp;nbsp;describe&amp;nbsp;my dad in one word, it would be 't&lt;b&gt;alented&lt;/b&gt;'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As a teenager, dad taught himself to play guitar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He plays like a pro now at 50.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Apart from music, dad has a flair in art.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He did a few drawing and painting which still hangs on our house's wall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&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;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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I was younger, I had no idea how fortunate I was to have such amazing parents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But now, I can say I am blessed to have them as my parents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To share their DNA, and to have&amp;nbsp;received&amp;nbsp;their love and affection for 20 years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thank you ma &amp;amp; pa :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love you guys! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7734334323974294710-8532861806033529503?l=tammiexxoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammiexxoo.blogspot.com/feeds/8532861806033529503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7734334323974294710&amp;postID=8532861806033529503&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734334323974294710/posts/default/8532861806033529503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734334323974294710/posts/default/8532861806033529503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammiexxoo.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-3-your-parents.html' title='Day #3 Your Parents'/><author><name>Tammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06384417038245277095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/S6zPrSAmsmI/AAAAAAAABGg/OE1-V6X5-TM/S220/Smile_will_you__by_tammiexoxo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7734334323974294710.post-1995989491775547923</id><published>2010-09-26T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T21:17:53.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day #2 Your First Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;This is an&amp;nbsp;interesting&amp;nbsp;topic and I have a few answers for this.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;As a girl, I'd like to say my first love was actually more like puppy love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;I still remember it. He was sitting on the same morning bus as me. We go to the same school. But different class if I'm not mistaken. These memory are&amp;nbsp;vague&amp;nbsp;because well, we were only 6 years old that time XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Lol. Hey, the title did state '&lt;i&gt;first&lt;/i&gt;'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;So, during those mornings, I would go on the bus, take my sit like any normal person. After awhile, I would turn slightly and take a peek through the sit's gap to have a look at him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/112/270947414_186a94197d.jpg?v=0" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/112/270947414_186a94197d.jpg?v=0" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Tammie: 'Hello! I'm your 6 year old stalker' X)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;One thing funny, don't ask me his name because I can't even&amp;nbsp;remember&amp;nbsp;that. haha. I guess I fell in like with him&amp;nbsp;because&amp;nbsp;he looks cute. Yeaaah, I am that shallow&amp;nbsp;back then. 6. Can you imagine =.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Okay, so for real love, and not puppy love, the first love I felt for another person must be my little sister :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs297.ash1/22467_1285171901675_1601483986_710983_900649_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="262" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs297.ash1/22467_1285171901675_1601483986_710983_900649_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;When she was still a baby, I love her 'cause she looks so adorable and tiny, and that we share same kind of DNA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But now, I love her when she acts stupid like the above picture XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;She was a gift to me from my parents. She brighten up my days (even&amp;nbsp;though&amp;nbsp;I'm pretty sure she messed up more then she brighten&amp;nbsp;up =.=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;I know I love her because I tried imagining life without her, and I felt that if she was taken away from me this moment, I would go into an emotional breakdown. Seriously. I just can't imagine life without her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;My baby sister &amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;xoxo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;tam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7734334323974294710-1995989491775547923?l=tammiexxoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammiexxoo.blogspot.com/feeds/1995989491775547923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7734334323974294710&amp;postID=1995989491775547923&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734334323974294710/posts/default/1995989491775547923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734334323974294710/posts/default/1995989491775547923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammiexxoo.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-2-your-first-love.html' title='Day #2 Your First Love'/><author><name>Tammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06384417038245277095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/S6zPrSAmsmI/AAAAAAAABGg/OE1-V6X5-TM/S220/Smile_will_you__by_tammiexoxo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7734334323974294710.post-6106639515685803455</id><published>2010-09-25T16:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T16:13:40.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day #1 Introduce Yourself</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TJ2uSKKdu_I/AAAAAAAABnM/id0URI8bY8Y/s1600/20080602114104_who-are-you.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="260" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TJ2uSKKdu_I/AAAAAAAABnM/id0URI8bY8Y/s400/20080602114104_who-are-you.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi. I am Tammie. Actually, my real &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;name &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;is Ming Ai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents name me Tammie ever since I was born, but they fail to register my name as Tammie so&amp;nbsp;officially, I'm Ming Ai. Call me whichever you want, but I'm more comfortable with Tammie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There. That's the most basic thing about myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was still very young,&amp;nbsp;I remember asking my mother when my &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;birthday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;was. She told me August 3rd. I remember repeating it to myself in case I forgot. In the end, I felt victorious whenever someone asked my birthday and I manage to answer them even before they finish the question&amp;nbsp;sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, because of this, I ALWAYS (and still do) find people who's birthday are on the 10 or 20 something date very hard to remember. I used to wonder why don't they just have&amp;nbsp;birthdays&amp;nbsp;on single digits day. Like 1st to 9th. So much easier to remember.&lt;br /&gt;So now you know why I can't really remember people's birthday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always wanted to be a younger child. But as fate would have it, I was born the first. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;Eldest &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;of the family. I used to constantly complain to my mother '&lt;b&gt;Why am I the first born? I want an older brother to look after me, not me looking after a younger brother.&lt;/b&gt;' My mum would dismiss my question with answers like '&lt;b&gt;I was born the eldest too, it's not something we can control.&lt;/b&gt;' I was never satisfy with this answer, maybe it was too deep for a child that time. I would continue to grumble and question.&lt;br /&gt;Once, my mum finally said 'Being the eldest, you got ALL the love and affection from both dad and me'&lt;br /&gt;That shut me up proper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a kid, I always believe I was more &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;'special'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; then others. Not in a good way or a bad way. Just a neutral 'special'.&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;One,&amp;nbsp;because I&amp;nbsp;hold the pen by my &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;left&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; hand. Ever since started I learning to draw and write, I have used my left hand, I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both my parents are &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;teachers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. How many kids have their moms in the same school as them?&lt;br /&gt;I used to envy kids who have lunch brought to them by their mums from home. From then, I vowed I would never be a teacher, but be like those mums bringing food to their kids during recess. I still would like to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I have developed great love for God, photography, chocolate and lame jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TJ2u_f-43pI/AAAAAAAABnU/JBRks9S0WdQ/s1600/DSC_2223.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TJ2u_f-43pI/AAAAAAAABnU/JBRks9S0WdQ/s400/DSC_2223.JPG" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Tam doing what she loves best :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so basically, I've&amp;nbsp;covered&amp;nbsp;all the important thingys about me. I hope you're still awake X)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7734334323974294710-6106639515685803455?l=tammiexxoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammiexxoo.blogspot.com/feeds/6106639515685803455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7734334323974294710&amp;postID=6106639515685803455&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734334323974294710/posts/default/6106639515685803455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734334323974294710/posts/default/6106639515685803455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammiexxoo.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-1-introduce-yourself.html' title='Day #1 Introduce Yourself'/><author><name>Tammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06384417038245277095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/S6zPrSAmsmI/AAAAAAAABGg/OE1-V6X5-TM/S220/Smile_will_you__by_tammiexoxo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TJ2uSKKdu_I/AAAAAAAABnM/id0URI8bY8Y/s72-c/20080602114104_who-are-you.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7734334323974294710.post-2201264041482687550</id><published>2010-09-25T01:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T01:22:42.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'>30 Day Challenge</title><content type='html'>I'm pretty sure no one reads my blog anymore. Haha. Not that I really mind. I used to get really involved about how many views I had today, but now, I prefer to have a quite blog where only close friends visits. It feels more private.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayyy, I've taken up the challenge from Yew's blog about this &lt;a href="http://choulyewtan.blogspot.com/2010/09/30-day-challenge.html"&gt;30 Days blogging&amp;nbsp;Challenge&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The topics are such:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Day 01 – Introduce yourself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Day 02 – Your first love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Day 03 – Your parents&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Day 04 – What you ate today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Day 05 – Your definition of love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Day 06 – Your day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Day 07 – Your best friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Day 08 – A moment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Day 09 – Your beliefs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Day 10 – What you wore today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Day 11 – Your siblings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Day 12 – What’s in your bag&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Day 13 – This week&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Day 14 – What you wore today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Day 15 – Your dreams&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Day 16 – Your first kiss&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Day 17 – Your favorite memory&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Day 18 – Your favorite birthday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Day 19 – Something you regret&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Day 20 – This month&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Day 21 – Another moment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Day 22 – Something that upsets you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Day 23 – Something that makes you feel better&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Day 24 – Something that makes you cry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Day 25 – A first&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Day 26 – Your fears&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Day 27 – Your favorite place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Day 28 – Something that you miss&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Day 29 – Your aspirations&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Day 30 – One last moment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I don't know if I would make it to 30 days.. but I&amp;nbsp;mustn't&amp;nbsp;give up half way!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And since it's my sem break now, I CAN BLOG ALL I WANT, BABEH!&lt;b&gt; ;)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7734334323974294710-2201264041482687550?l=tammiexxoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammiexxoo.blogspot.com/feeds/2201264041482687550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7734334323974294710&amp;postID=2201264041482687550&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734334323974294710/posts/default/2201264041482687550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734334323974294710/posts/default/2201264041482687550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammiexxoo.blogspot.com/2010/09/30-day-challenge.html' title='30 Day Challenge'/><author><name>Tammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06384417038245277095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/S6zPrSAmsmI/AAAAAAAABGg/OE1-V6X5-TM/S220/Smile_will_you__by_tammiexoxo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7734334323974294710.post-4699792570491449245</id><published>2010-09-04T13:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T13:29:28.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Final Project: Colour Studies FASHION SHOW!!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was exhausting. We had a fashion show as our final project for the subject Colour Studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday at 1pm-6pm, on level 3 Block PC of UTAR PJ, you get to see many&amp;nbsp;colourful,exotic,weird,funny costumes design. The theme of our fashion is '&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fce5cd;"&gt;NATURE&lt;/span&gt;'.&lt;br /&gt;My group did '&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;Day and Night&lt;/span&gt;'. Our work was kinda&amp;nbsp;disappointing&amp;nbsp;because it was *sadly* last minute job, and our costume is not as impressive as others &amp;gt;_&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you guys won't get what I mean by fashion show until I share some pictures.&lt;br /&gt;So here you go, enjoy! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TIHC0pE6IAI/AAAAAAAABhQ/ommpHitUm28/s1600/IMG_0710.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TIHC0pE6IAI/AAAAAAAABhQ/ommpHitUm28/s400/IMG_0710.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The make up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TIHC2rv6KoI/AAAAAAAABhY/FDG7ii0I6Ig/s1600/IMG_0711.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TIHC2rv6KoI/AAAAAAAABhY/FDG7ii0I6Ig/s400/IMG_0711.JPG" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Measuring and cutting the cloth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TIHC3qe6PyI/AAAAAAAABhg/LB_MIb8rhzw/s1600/IMG_0728.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TIHC3qe6PyI/AAAAAAAABhg/LB_MIb8rhzw/s400/IMG_0728.JPG" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Make up, done!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TIHC5NlMPkI/AAAAAAAABho/pVfY6tjiS2Q/s1600/IMG_0735.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TIHC5NlMPkI/AAAAAAAABho/pVfY6tjiS2Q/s400/IMG_0735.JPG" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;clouds&amp;nbsp;on her face, because she's portraying 'Day'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TIHC6cXOe0I/AAAAAAAABhw/ipMC2BH4Fxk/s1600/IMG_0732.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TIHC6cXOe0I/AAAAAAAABhw/ipMC2BH4Fxk/s320/IMG_0732.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;kissy kiss? :X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TIHDMQcNPxI/AAAAAAAABi4/Gsp7To5LjiA/s1600/IMG_0780.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TIHDMQcNPxI/AAAAAAAABi4/Gsp7To5LjiA/s400/IMG_0780.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;lt;3 the concept&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TIHC79dZQ1I/AAAAAAAABh4/sJp2tnp-Bqk/s1600/IMG_0760.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TIHC79dZQ1I/AAAAAAAABh4/sJp2tnp-Bqk/s400/IMG_0760.JPG" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay, I&amp;nbsp;know&amp;nbsp;this is not the best modeling picture around, but my models are just tired and worn out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;after 5 hours+ of waiting for our presentation,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so forgive them :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TIHC9gT9_nI/AAAAAAAABiA/euJzHM1c1Kk/s1600/IMG_0753.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TIHC9gT9_nI/AAAAAAAABiA/euJzHM1c1Kk/s400/IMG_0753.JPG" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hehe, yew (group leader) posing with Ting (female model's) hair for meeeee XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TIHDAd9cWPI/AAAAAAAABiI/05J9nZpMKjs/s1600/IMG_0770.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TIHDAd9cWPI/AAAAAAAABiI/05J9nZpMKjs/s400/IMG_0770.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The male model.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The mask was suppose to make him look&amp;nbsp;mysterious&amp;nbsp;as he's portraying 'Night'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TIHDCJ2VHRI/AAAAAAAABiQ/iGtZ5m72pOM/s1600/IMG_0773.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TIHDCJ2VHRI/AAAAAAAABiQ/iGtZ5m72pOM/s400/IMG_0773.JPG" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So this is his cape.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Those are real lights, you know, the one you see on&amp;nbsp;Christmas&amp;nbsp;trees XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Time to introduce the other groups:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TIHQ4gNXPrI/AAAAAAAABjY/BYABLIuXqKs/s1600/40981_1554550660251_1129725964_1642645_4902888_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TIHQ4gNXPrI/AAAAAAAABjY/BYABLIuXqKs/s400/40981_1554550660251_1129725964_1642645_4902888_n.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Models for group 'Disaster: Storm and Tornado'&lt;br /&gt;This was the best model couple for the day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TIHQ6GpDy-I/AAAAAAAABjo/JRcIZebLSI4/s1600/46892_1554549780229_1129725964_1642637_5912522_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TIHQ6GpDy-I/AAAAAAAABjo/JRcIZebLSI4/s400/46892_1554549780229_1129725964_1642637_5912522_n.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I forgot the name of this group..but it has something to do with flowers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TIHQ9uaw74I/AAAAAAAABkI/eNNTxE3sYQs/s1600/58608_1554552380294_1129725964_1642656_1250207_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TIHQ9uaw74I/AAAAAAAABkI/eNNTxE3sYQs/s400/58608_1554552380294_1129725964_1642656_1250207_n.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group for 'Insects and Flowers'&lt;br /&gt;bumble&amp;nbsp;bee! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TIHQ73f3v1I/AAAAAAAABj4/_K7aVUhm1kQ/s1600/57924_1554560980509_1129725964_1642726_3523806_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TIHQ73f3v1I/AAAAAAAABj4/_K7aVUhm1kQ/s400/57924_1554560980509_1129725964_1642726_3523806_n.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;'Flower' group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TIHQ-dIjmfI/AAAAAAAABkQ/2p5yTvjRatE/s1600/59056_1554548460196_1129725964_1642628_2917913_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TIHQ-dIjmfI/AAAAAAAABkQ/2p5yTvjRatE/s400/59056_1554548460196_1129725964_1642628_2917913_n.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;'Sky- Thunder and Rainbow'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TIHDKxzDgjI/AAAAAAAABiw/fs0QN6mCohg/s1600/IMG_0741.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TIHDKxzDgjI/AAAAAAAABiw/fs0QN6mCohg/s400/IMG_0741.JPG" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The group for 'Beast &amp;amp; Wings'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but they already took of their wings.lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TIHQ7GUvg-I/AAAAAAAABjw/CSWmPrYFyXw/s1600/47814_1554559740478_1129725964_1642716_1008788_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TIHQ7GUvg-I/AAAAAAAABjw/CSWmPrYFyXw/s400/47814_1554559740478_1129725964_1642716_1008788_n.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The butterfly group. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TIHQ5RnIQzI/AAAAAAAABjg/ZIfdNZG97-8/s1600/46764_1554555140363_1129725964_1642676_1604413_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TIHQ5RnIQzI/AAAAAAAABjg/ZIfdNZG97-8/s400/46764_1554555140363_1129725964_1642676_1604413_n.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This group did the best I guess, judging from their outfit.&lt;br /&gt;'Roses' was their theme I guess.. kind of forgot. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;absolutely&amp;nbsp;love the female model's dress:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TIHQ_OfiHyI/AAAAAAAABkY/-xDtClXMf1s/s1600/59243_1554556260391_1129725964_1642684_1977464_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TIHQ_OfiHyI/AAAAAAAABkY/-xDtClXMf1s/s400/59243_1554556260391_1129725964_1642684_1977464_n.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It doesn't look like it's made from amateur&amp;nbsp;students :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TIHQ83_ih-I/AAAAAAAABkA/3IYiCM7O_qw/s1600/57924_1554561100512_1129725964_1642729_7225552_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TIHQ83_ih-I/AAAAAAAABkA/3IYiCM7O_qw/s400/57924_1554561100512_1129725964_1642729_7225552_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Our tutor, Ms Maithrery and lecturer, Ms Haw are judges of the day.&lt;br /&gt;Ms Haw: 'I want more expression!'&lt;br /&gt;Ms Maithrery: 'Ya ya, 0 marks!'&lt;br /&gt;lol. jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TIHZIcyMgQI/AAAAAAAABkg/Bp7L7xasPC0/s1600/40946_1554562340543_1129725964_1642735_384872_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TIHZIcyMgQI/AAAAAAAABkg/Bp7L7xasPC0/s400/40946_1554562340543_1129725964_1642735_384872_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Beast vs Butterfly&lt;br /&gt;X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TIHDFPNmecI/AAAAAAAABiY/liasTDsQxzU/s1600/IMG_0737.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TIHDFPNmecI/AAAAAAAABiY/liasTDsQxzU/s400/IMG_0737.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;'Stand still everyone!' Ms Maithrery (pronounce as My-three)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TIHDHM0xE5I/AAAAAAAABig/ACO7TcXdhAw/s1600/IMG_0739.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TIHDHM0xE5I/AAAAAAAABig/ACO7TcXdhAw/s400/IMG_0739.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Group pica!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All 12 groups, 12 themes of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fce5cd;"&gt;Nature&lt;/span&gt; and 24 models :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We were so busy setting up,sewing, fixing that we skip lunch. Everyone was super tired, but we had to go on. Lots of drama happened. But in the end, we all went back feeling lighter.&amp;nbsp;Because&amp;nbsp;that was our FINAL project!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more assignments, no more&amp;nbsp;presentations. Weeeee!&lt;br /&gt;But this also means I won't be able to see some of our tutors &amp;amp;&amp;nbsp;lectures&amp;nbsp;anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Let's hope I'll still be able to have the same tutorial class with my gang :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TIHDUq00iII/AAAAAAAABjA/FvPvdQvEzGg/s1600/IMG_6361.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TIHDUq00iII/AAAAAAAABjA/FvPvdQvEzGg/s400/IMG_6361.JPG" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bye bye Drawing 1 :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We'll meet again in Drawing 2, year 1 sem 3.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TIHDaKGXQiI/AAAAAAAABjI/hO_aETFnn2I/s1600/IMG_6533.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TIHDaKGXQiI/AAAAAAAABjI/hO_aETFnn2I/s400/IMG_6533.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Buh-Bye, Mr Fairuz (one of the coolest tutor around)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Buh-Bye&amp;nbsp;Digital&amp;nbsp;Photography :')&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;See you in Digital Imaging, year 2 sem 2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's been a fun semester.&lt;br /&gt;Let's let the memories stay.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7734334323974294710-4699792570491449245?l=tammiexxoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammiexxoo.blogspot.com/feeds/4699792570491449245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7734334323974294710&amp;postID=4699792570491449245&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734334323974294710/posts/default/4699792570491449245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734334323974294710/posts/default/4699792570491449245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammiexxoo.blogspot.com/2010/09/final-project-colour-studies-fashion.html' title='Final Project: Colour Studies FASHION SHOW!!'/><author><name>Tammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06384417038245277095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/S6zPrSAmsmI/AAAAAAAABGg/OE1-V6X5-TM/S220/Smile_will_you__by_tammiexoxo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TIHC0pE6IAI/AAAAAAAABhQ/ommpHitUm28/s72-c/IMG_0710.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7734334323974294710.post-227351346854510828</id><published>2010-08-21T18:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T18:54:00.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Japan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TG-iLbaG6bI/AAAAAAAABdw/I5Mx3hR8AxY/s1600/IMG_0546.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TG-iLbaG6bI/AAAAAAAABdw/I5Mx3hR8AxY/s400/IMG_0546.JPG" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Boo-Yeah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I can now&amp;nbsp;cancel&amp;nbsp;'Wear a Kimono' on my To-Do List Before I Die.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TG-vrArr8FI/AAAAAAAABeY/Th2jlwzASzg/s1600/IMG_0583.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TG-vrArr8FI/AAAAAAAABeY/Th2jlwzASzg/s400/IMG_0583.JPG" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Acting all polite and&amp;nbsp;feminine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, whatever. Just for this time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;X)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TG-vts37paI/AAAAAAAABeg/ZPa05PjQyl4/s1600/IMG_0570.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TG-vts37paI/AAAAAAAABeg/ZPa05PjQyl4/s400/IMG_0570.JPG" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;lt;3 the&amp;nbsp;complimentary&amp;nbsp;colors&amp;nbsp;here :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TG-noJs8bZI/AAAAAAAABeI/OqKxwqYQCDA/s1600/IMG_0571.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TG-noJs8bZI/AAAAAAAABeI/OqKxwqYQCDA/s400/IMG_0571.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I got to&amp;nbsp;fulfill&amp;nbsp;things-to-do-before-I-die because of this girl! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She needed to take pictures of buildings and so I brought her to Japanese Garden in Bukit Tinggi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TG-nenmHMbI/AAAAAAAABeA/q7nzFppDxfs/s1600/IMG_0601.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TG-nenmHMbI/AAAAAAAABeA/q7nzFppDxfs/s400/IMG_0601.JPG" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Me lol-ed at my photographer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Because she was laying down on the floor to get this picture, yea, when she was wearing a kimono herself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Imagine that! X)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;When we got there, the staffs were like '&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kimono rental,&amp;nbsp;interested?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I was basically shouting in my heart '&lt;b&gt;ARE YOU KIDDING??&amp;nbsp;INTERESTED?? I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS SINCE THE DAY I SAW A KIMONO!&lt;/b&gt;'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;but outside, I was all '&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ummm.. I dunno...should I? Do you want to try this, Ting?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ha. That's&amp;nbsp;Tammie for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Next on the list?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Bungee Jumping! X)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7734334323974294710-227351346854510828?l=tammiexxoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammiexxoo.blogspot.com/feeds/227351346854510828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7734334323974294710&amp;postID=227351346854510828&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734334323974294710/posts/default/227351346854510828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734334323974294710/posts/default/227351346854510828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammiexxoo.blogspot.com/2010/08/oh-japan.html' title='Oh Japan'/><author><name>Tammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06384417038245277095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/S6zPrSAmsmI/AAAAAAAABGg/OE1-V6X5-TM/S220/Smile_will_you__by_tammiexoxo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TG-iLbaG6bI/AAAAAAAABdw/I5Mx3hR8AxY/s72-c/IMG_0546.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7734334323974294710.post-7234102286929582861</id><published>2010-08-15T14:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T14:48:55.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You know who you are</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;''Sometimes when you do it too much, people will get tired of it. Before, it was our sincere feelings to help you get back yourself. But now, it's probably forced. Get it? Just try to be a little more positive and don't keep repeating what you are always doing if you really wanna keep true friends. We can't stop ourselves from feeling what we are feeling now. It's true, we can get tired too.''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry we are not as friendly to you as last time.&lt;br /&gt;At first, we really do care about you.&lt;br /&gt;But our advice seem not to work on you. You know we get tired too if we feel you don't take our advice seriously? We think so much before&amp;nbsp;advising&amp;nbsp;you what to do.&lt;br /&gt;You let emotions take control of you too much. If he's nice to you, then you get really happy. But if he ignore you, you get all emo. It's normal to feel emo, but I've really never experience a&amp;nbsp;friend&amp;nbsp;who is so emo. So maybe that's why I feel that you are very extreme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I feel that you are too&amp;nbsp;dependent&amp;nbsp;on us. You realize that we've only gotten to know each other for 9-10 weeks? You seem to cling to each of us for everything. I'm not trying to sound negative here, but it just looks that way to me. You&amp;nbsp;purposely come late for class, just to see if we'll msg you in concern?&lt;br /&gt;You should know that no one msg me when I am late for class lately. But the main point is, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;don't&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;expect&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; anyone to msg me.&amp;nbsp;I feel that it's normal if no one is concern if I come or not. &lt;i&gt;Just because friends don't ask me where am I, doesn't mean I am not cared for.&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;I feel that you expect too much from us. You should stop feeling so lowly of yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show that you are confident, loving your life and yourself, and people will naturally like you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said your virus&amp;nbsp;speared&amp;nbsp;to us, but he is right, even though it sounds bad. No one likes a friend who always looks sad and sulk and don't want to talk. It makes the whole happy atmosphere looks dull and sad. We get affected if you keep looking moody. Makes us no mood too.&lt;br /&gt;Do you know that? Yes, you said before it is your natural look, but I don't believe babies are born that way. I believe that, in your life, you worry too much. You think too much, so slowly, your expression turns moody even when you don't feel moody. Try thinking&amp;nbsp;positively&amp;nbsp;and smile more often. You look good when you smile. You may think it's a fake&amp;nbsp;smile, but slowly, it will turn to&amp;nbsp;natural&amp;nbsp;smile. Just like how the moody look becomes your natural look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that we've cared for you too much, and you keep asking for more. And so we finally make up our minds to not care so much for you. You have to learn to stand on your own feet.&amp;nbsp;You know Ash? He used to follow us around too. But when we don't show much care for him, he can stand on his own. He doesn't always cling to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand that maybe that's the way you show your friends what friendship is, by clinging to your friends. But that's not how everyone else's meaning of friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe you are a really good friend, but &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;you give too much, and you also expect the same to be given back to you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; It's not right. If you give, you give willingly. Don't expect, because it will cause hurt and&amp;nbsp;disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired means we have no more energy to layan. We need a break.&lt;br /&gt;Ignore means not talking to you at all, even when you ask us questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The choice is in your hands. We are open to accept back a friend. If only you change your way of thinking. I'm sure we gave you&amp;nbsp;enough&amp;nbsp;advice, so you'll know what you should change or not. Change the negative part, not the good part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change, so that people will feel happy when mixing with you, not moody too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sorry, if I sound very mean and&amp;nbsp;straight. But I think I should voice out how I feel.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7734334323974294710-7234102286929582861?l=tammiexxoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammiexxoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7234102286929582861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7734334323974294710&amp;postID=7234102286929582861&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734334323974294710/posts/default/7234102286929582861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734334323974294710/posts/default/7234102286929582861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammiexxoo.blogspot.com/2010/08/you-know-who-you-are.html' title='You know who you are'/><author><name>Tammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06384417038245277095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/S6zPrSAmsmI/AAAAAAAABGg/OE1-V6X5-TM/S220/Smile_will_you__by_tammiexoxo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7734334323974294710.post-5319614288370242896</id><published>2010-08-12T17:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T17:37:39.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Save you :)</title><content type='html'>heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I've been MIA this couple of months. More then before.&lt;br /&gt;and I only came back to blogger to blog about this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Save You by Simple Plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many of you have heard this song before? I use to be and still is a Simple Plan fan. But it's been so long since I heard their&amp;nbsp;latest&amp;nbsp;song. The&amp;nbsp;latest&amp;nbsp;song I've heard from them is Your Love is A Lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was pretty supriesed that they have a new single, titled 'Save You'. I went YouTube to watch it.&lt;br /&gt;At first I thought, ah nice song. Cool music video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I got to the part in the video where it showed, 'Everyone featured in this music video is a cancer survivor or is related to someone who has cancer.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I froze.&lt;br /&gt;I blinked.&lt;br /&gt;I teared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/B5JXktq8G40?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/B5JXktq8G40?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my grandpa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't especially close to him while he was alive, but my dad always told me about grandpa's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even while he was still here, I've nothing but respect for my father's dad. He was a&amp;nbsp;strict&amp;nbsp;man with great value. He was a great man, and I'm not just saying that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He could fix almost anything, radio, car, tv..&lt;br /&gt;He used to smoke, but he had the willpower to stop smoking for the sake of his family.&lt;br /&gt;He loved everyone of his children and grandchildren...&lt;br /&gt;and we lost him to cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But cancer was God's way of brining my grandpa to Him. If it wasn't for cancer, my grandpa would never accept God's gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I miss him dearly. And I'm sure my dad misses him more. But God wants him back.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I should smile or cry :')&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7734334323974294710-5319614288370242896?l=tammiexxoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammiexxoo.blogspot.com/feeds/5319614288370242896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7734334323974294710&amp;postID=5319614288370242896&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734334323974294710/posts/default/5319614288370242896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734334323974294710/posts/default/5319614288370242896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammiexxoo.blogspot.com/2010/08/save-you.html' title='Save you :)'/><author><name>Tammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06384417038245277095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/S6zPrSAmsmI/AAAAAAAABGg/OE1-V6X5-TM/S220/Smile_will_you__by_tammiexoxo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7734334323974294710.post-7315817763334505078</id><published>2010-06-29T01:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T01:30:11.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'When I'm feeling blue...</title><content type='html'>all I have to do, is take a look at you. Then I'm not so blue..'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, how true this lyrics sound right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm starting to&amp;nbsp;hallucinate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the point that I can imagine him smiling at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;HOW ON GRANNY'S CURRY PUFF CAN I EVEN HALLUCINATE THAT???&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I call it&amp;nbsp;hallucination&amp;nbsp;'cause:&lt;br /&gt;1. We're practically strangers.&lt;br /&gt;2. He's smiling at the friend beside me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. ...&lt;i&gt;gosh,&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;he looks so good when he smile. *melts*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I spent too much time in a creative an&amp;nbsp;environment&amp;nbsp;that my brain starts acting creatively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's mental&amp;nbsp;torture,&amp;nbsp;I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a totally different matter:&lt;br /&gt;Assignments sucks big time. Especially the stress it gives you before deadline hits.When you look at your art work and you just feel like tearing it to pieces because you think it's not good&amp;nbsp;enough, but you can't because you won't have anything to hand up afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is my close friend is in a bad mood lately?&lt;br /&gt;Don't la be like that..I feel sad can ady, you don't have to join me..haha&lt;br /&gt;But it's true, the atmosphere lately is very sad and tense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you're not feeling any better, girl. It's okay. It's just a phase. It will pass. Remember to call me when you feel really lonely and sad. I promise I won't cry with you, haha, I'll give you good advice! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's okay to feel 'luan'. It's okay to feel sad. It's okay to cry. But be strong.&lt;br /&gt;Here's a song I like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ijrZlPFHfro&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ijrZlPFHfro&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sabah is far, but remember, it's not the end of the world! =)&lt;br /&gt;Take really good care.&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss you, BUT we can always meet! I wanna go Sabah ayway =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7734334323974294710-7315817763334505078?l=tammiexxoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammiexxoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7315817763334505078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7734334323974294710&amp;postID=7315817763334505078&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734334323974294710/posts/default/7315817763334505078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734334323974294710/posts/default/7315817763334505078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammiexxoo.blogspot.com/2010/06/when-im-feeling-blue.html' title='&apos;When I&apos;m feeling blue...'/><author><name>Tammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06384417038245277095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/S6zPrSAmsmI/AAAAAAAABGg/OE1-V6X5-TM/S220/Smile_will_you__by_tammiexoxo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7734334323974294710.post-3675102737711615031</id><published>2010-06-15T17:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T17:59:53.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So far....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TBdHVCAfzlI/AAAAAAAABNQ/GMP4fZ9tEi0/s1600/IMG_6139.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TBdHVCAfzlI/AAAAAAAABNQ/GMP4fZ9tEi0/s400/IMG_6139.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;p/s: Old model of a Mac Desktop&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;You know, I feel so sua ku taking a camera out to snap pictures of Apple computers?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;haha.. but I can't contain myself XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;So apparently, for subject Desktop Publishing, we need to learn how to use Photoshop &amp;amp;&amp;nbsp;Illustrator.. and the Mac Desktops are best for the job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TBdHXQ21MlI/AAAAAAAABNg/oes9CWuLjLk/s1600/IMG_6136.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TBdHXQ21MlI/AAAAAAAABNg/oes9CWuLjLk/s400/IMG_6136.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I spy an apple on my&amp;nbsp;keyboard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;This is just UTAR, imagine what they use for full private unis like LKW?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Digital Photography tutorial today, &lt;s&gt;we&lt;/s&gt;&amp;nbsp;I had fun snapping&amp;nbsp;illegal&amp;nbsp;pictures in class XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TBdHY8X10CI/AAAAAAAABNo/KFunKBClDv0/s1600/IMG_6316.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TBdHY8X10CI/AAAAAAAABNo/KFunKBClDv0/s400/IMG_6316.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Hehe, look at Mr. Canon's expression XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(count the dSLRs in this picture! lol )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Lecturer Mr Fairuz (middle) teaching us the basics of dSLR settings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TBdK1Sev3_I/AAAAAAAABOI/lm260eTcF1I/s1600/IMG_6319.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TBdK1Sev3_I/AAAAAAAABOI/lm260eTcF1I/s400/IMG_6319.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A senior peeking at us during our class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(After he realized I was taking his picture, he&amp;nbsp;disappeared. Muahaha)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then comes Drawing tutorials.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TBdLfG3ufQI/AAAAAAAABOQ/AzR4HjtDhBU/s1600/IMG_6365.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TBdLfG3ufQI/AAAAAAAABOQ/AzR4HjtDhBU/s400/IMG_6365.JPG" width="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TBdLfG3ufQI/AAAAAAAABOQ/AzR4HjtDhBU/s1600/IMG_6365.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TBdLfG3ufQI/AAAAAAAABOQ/AzR4HjtDhBU/s400/IMG_6365.JPG" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;YY and Benjamin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;so serious xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TBdHh3nA82I/AAAAAAAABOA/E3GCcHkT0pg/s1600/IMG_6358.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TBdHh3nA82I/AAAAAAAABOA/E3GCcHkT0pg/s400/IMG_6358.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Trust me when I say, this&amp;nbsp;umbrella&amp;nbsp;may look pretty, but&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;it's evil!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;My drawing of this looks like a&amp;nbsp;primary&amp;nbsp;school kid's drawing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Guess who's getting a&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; F for this drawing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;T__T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TBdHgK6cnCI/AAAAAAAABN4/eJCgFvZ6iKM/s1600/IMG_6351.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TBdHgK6cnCI/AAAAAAAABN4/eJCgFvZ6iKM/s400/IMG_6351.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I likey this oneee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Poses of future artists ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So....so far, that's how my study life. goes Very artsy. Very hands on. You die if you can't draw awesomely (me). You die if you don't have $$ to buy dSLRs and art supplies. But so far...I love this life. It's fun, packed and interesting. &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;or maybe I'm just saying that cuz assignments haven't kicked in &amp;gt;__&amp;lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;Ipoh guys are chivalrous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;*thumbs up*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;If only every guys are like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7734334323974294710-3675102737711615031?l=tammiexxoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammiexxoo.blogspot.com/feeds/3675102737711615031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7734334323974294710&amp;postID=3675102737711615031&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734334323974294710/posts/default/3675102737711615031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734334323974294710/posts/default/3675102737711615031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammiexxoo.blogspot.com/2010/06/so-far.html' title='So far....'/><author><name>Tammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06384417038245277095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/S6zPrSAmsmI/AAAAAAAABGg/OE1-V6X5-TM/S220/Smile_will_you__by_tammiexoxo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TBdHVCAfzlI/AAAAAAAABNQ/GMP4fZ9tEi0/s72-c/IMG_6139.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7734334323974294710.post-5471635998839740290</id><published>2010-06-09T23:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T23:12:38.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wassup, B?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TA-pJGQTvHI/AAAAAAAABNI/LBTbW-6ioV4/s1600/IMG_6092.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TA-pJGQTvHI/AAAAAAAABNI/LBTbW-6ioV4/s400/IMG_6092.JPG" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Condition of my bed at the moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I love my '&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;WASSUP, B?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;' tee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;it's so&amp;nbsp;adorable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But 2 people asked me '&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #b4a7d6;"&gt;Is that green poop (shit)?&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I'm like '&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #b4a7d6;"&gt;Noooo! That's a wasabi!&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And they go '&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #b4a7d6;"&gt;Oooooh!!&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;then after 2 seconds they'll go '&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #b4a7d6;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Hahahaha, that's so cute!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Papers are my next best friend lately.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have to keep staring at their white blank bodies and draw something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm happy I finished drawing 10 mascots.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But the drawings are so sucky compared to my course mates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*inferiority complex*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shoot, Ms Hasleena only picked 1 of my sketch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I've got a feeling that's cause there's nothing else nicer =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ms Hasleena: '&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;You don't like drawing much?&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me: '&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;lol. yeah.&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;*runs away with my 10 sketches of mascots*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Looking&amp;nbsp;forward&amp;nbsp;to tomorrow's digital photography lecture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wanna learn something awesome. Please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Assignments to-do List &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(for the weekend)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;1. Colour small 30 boxes for Colour Studies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;2. Finish 10 sketches of still life art for Drawing 1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;3. Finish photography exercise for Digital Photography.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7734334323974294710-5471635998839740290?l=tammiexxoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammiexxoo.blogspot.com/feeds/5471635998839740290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7734334323974294710&amp;postID=5471635998839740290&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734334323974294710/posts/default/5471635998839740290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734334323974294710/posts/default/5471635998839740290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammiexxoo.blogspot.com/2010/06/wassup-b.html' title='Wassup, B?'/><author><name>Tammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06384417038245277095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/S6zPrSAmsmI/AAAAAAAABGg/OE1-V6X5-TM/S220/Smile_will_you__by_tammiexoxo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TA-pJGQTvHI/AAAAAAAABNI/LBTbW-6ioV4/s72-c/IMG_6092.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7734334323974294710.post-5704613754551770762</id><published>2010-06-02T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T22:51:54.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life in PJ</title><content type='html'>It's been almost a week since I started living on my own in PJ.&lt;br /&gt;Life isn't half bad. I'm proud to say I didn't sob myself to sleep, missing home :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really helps that I have awesome roommates.&lt;br /&gt;One girl is from Sabah. Since she's from another part of Malaysia, she says things that are weird to us, West Malaysians.&lt;br /&gt;I taught her to say '&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Jia Lat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;She can't stop saying jia lat now.&lt;br /&gt;I feel proud. I corrupted a Sabahan XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TAZnz3pq1bI/AAAAAAAABLQ/0nFAZ1bnRSk/s1600/IMG_5992.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TAZnz3pq1bI/AAAAAAAABLQ/0nFAZ1bnRSk/s400/IMG_5992.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The other girl is from Malacca!&lt;br /&gt;Same school during form 6, but I wasn't very&amp;nbsp;familiar&amp;nbsp;with her. But now, we're sharing a room.&lt;br /&gt;The world is so tiny :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 days in PJ and I've already shopped in Tropicana City Mall, Mid Valley, The Gardens and Times Square.&lt;br /&gt;Talk about shopping spree.&lt;br /&gt;Since we have no car, we took buses and KL monorail. I can assume that I'm pretty pro with PJ&amp;nbsp;buses&amp;nbsp;by now. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's shopping spot was Times Square. We passed by a shop called:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TAZtBlG9auI/AAAAAAAABLg/aMmYgb1-xMM/s1600/IMG_5985.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TAZtBlG9auI/AAAAAAAABLg/aMmYgb1-xMM/s400/IMG_5985.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;They sell bread and soup.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Boring right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Wait til you see the shape of the bread ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;*Ta da*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TAZn2B2SUlI/AAAAAAAABLY/z9-4suXN1pc/s1600/IMG_5969.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TAZn2B2SUlI/AAAAAAAABLY/z9-4suXN1pc/s400/IMG_5969.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's the bread, holding the soup.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's so cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Personally&amp;nbsp;I felt the soup was a bit sweet. (I&amp;nbsp;ordered&amp;nbsp;mushroom soup.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But other then that, this is really nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;When we were done eating, I got up to leave. I didn't notice that my phone has slipped out of my pocket.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A guy who works at espresSoup came after me, handing my&amp;nbsp;hand phone&amp;nbsp;back to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I felt so&amp;nbsp;embarrassed and I kept thanking that guy xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;He just smile and said thanks to me. I guess that's cause it is like me giving him the hand phone, if it wasn't so kind of him to return it to me :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;To that guy, if you're reading this (which I highly doubt you are) &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;THANK YOU AGAIN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;My life is in that phone.lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;There was a missive traffic jam on our way back. Did someone say 'Welcome to KL'? lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So far, that's about all I can share.&amp;nbsp;Roommates&amp;nbsp;are going to sleep now. I better be going off too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;xoxo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;tam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7734334323974294710-5704613754551770762?l=tammiexxoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammiexxoo.blogspot.com/feeds/5704613754551770762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7734334323974294710&amp;postID=5704613754551770762&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734334323974294710/posts/default/5704613754551770762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734334323974294710/posts/default/5704613754551770762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammiexxoo.blogspot.com/2010/06/life-in-pj.html' title='Life in PJ'/><author><name>Tammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06384417038245277095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/S6zPrSAmsmI/AAAAAAAABGg/OE1-V6X5-TM/S220/Smile_will_you__by_tammiexoxo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TAZnz3pq1bI/AAAAAAAABLQ/0nFAZ1bnRSk/s72-c/IMG_5992.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7734334323974294710.post-9101802508820506560</id><published>2010-05-30T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T00:32:31.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JoJo Lum</title><content type='html'>I love the way she laughs.&lt;br /&gt;She has a way of&amp;nbsp;carefree-ness&amp;nbsp;in her. Very friendly. No doubt she has tons of friends.&lt;br /&gt;She laughs at anything. And that makes hanging out with her so fun :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I'm so so so lucky to be one of those people who can say '&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;Hey, that's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;MY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt; friend!&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TAE_r8GEINI/AAAAAAAABLA/svIRIVC7-ho/s1600/5251_1147236374930_1648194928_368979_1218469_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TAE_r8GEINI/AAAAAAAABLA/svIRIVC7-ho/s320/5251_1147236374930_1648194928_368979_1218469_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We may not be as close as some people think we are, but I still cherish our friendship :)&lt;br /&gt;So glad to have known you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And&amp;nbsp;even though&amp;nbsp;we're not going to the same uni.. it doesn't mean our friendship will have a full stop here right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Heres to &lt;a href="http://cripsycaihong.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jocelyn Lum&lt;/a&gt; :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For hitting 20 years old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;May she never stop laughing at silly things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;May she continue to be this warm and friendly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TAFAjkIl8fI/AAAAAAAABLI/04rLTl1pEOM/s1600/5251_1147236374930_1648194928_368979_1218469_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/TAFAjkIl8fI/AAAAAAAABLI/04rLTl1pEOM/s400/5251_1147236374930_1648194928_368979_1218469_n.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;p/s: I love this picture of you ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;Met up with Cyn on Friday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/S-Z_3mrEhOI/AAAAAAAABKo/KSgtKNwtZWU/s1600/IMG_5075.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/S-Z_3mrEhOI/AAAAAAAABKo/KSgtKNwtZWU/s400/IMG_5075.JPG" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;She's taken, boys xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She said the sour cream pretzel are really nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/S-Zz4Nbc6SI/AAAAAAAABKA/I6mRzBKLu5o/s1600/IMG_5076.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/S-Zz4Nbc6SI/AAAAAAAABKA/I6mRzBKLu5o/s400/IMG_5076.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And she was right!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Love the sour cream pretzel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;The white one is actually&amp;nbsp;covered&amp;nbsp;in sour cream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Dark one is covered in chocolate mint :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;That night after Youth, I drag everyone to Jonker.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Jonker is&amp;nbsp;colorful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/S-ZzTU8DeLI/AAAAAAAABJQ/0SMqbrzotVs/s1600/IMG_5103.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/S-ZzTU8DeLI/AAAAAAAABJQ/0SMqbrzotVs/s400/IMG_5103.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Noisy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;And hot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/S-ZzVjGTIrI/AAAAAAAABJY/e4PD_R3pyag/s1600/IMG_5104.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/S-ZzVjGTIrI/AAAAAAAABJY/e4PD_R3pyag/s400/IMG_5104.JPG" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;As usual.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/S-ZzXc9ZZBI/AAAAAAAABJg/XrR8NVh4MJM/s1600/IMG_5100.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/S-ZzXc9ZZBI/AAAAAAAABJg/XrR8NVh4MJM/s400/IMG_5100.JPG" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Cyn, Qing, W.Sheng and H.Sheng :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Hanging out with them made me miss old times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Huey Sheng brought us for mamak after that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Now, this guy below is apparently very famous for his&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; flying roti canai&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/S-Z0hKZnzjI/AAAAAAAABKQ/_c7T8vaDCM0/s1600/IMG_5113.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/S-Z0hKZnzjI/AAAAAAAABKQ/_c7T8vaDCM0/s400/IMG_5113.JPG" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My friend was asking him to preform.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;At first he hesitated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Then he saw me pulling out my camera and he smiled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I was trying to get the camera settings ready but he seemed to be ready to fly the canai already, so I kind of freaked out saying &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;'wait'&lt;/span&gt; (in&amp;nbsp;Chinese) to nobody in particular.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;This guy smiled and said (in Malay)&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;'Don't freak, it's just&amp;nbsp;roti canai!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So I gave up trying to get the correct settings and start snapping his&amp;nbsp;pictures&amp;nbsp;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/S-Z019elyFI/AAAAAAAABKY/VQoayee2Xio/s1600/IMG_5119.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/S-Z019elyFI/AAAAAAAABKY/VQoayee2Xio/s400/IMG_5119.JPG" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and that explains why my pictures are blurry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/S-ZzpErp0MI/AAAAAAAABJ4/qk6Ck0QWkS4/s1600/IMG_5112.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/S-ZzpErp0MI/AAAAAAAABJ4/qk6Ck0QWkS4/s400/IMG_5112.JPG" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But seriously, he was awesome :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/S-ZzmyI4JXI/AAAAAAAABJw/YKEEV3-8sJA/s1600/IMG_5121.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/S-ZzmyI4JXI/AAAAAAAABJw/YKEEV3-8sJA/s400/IMG_5121.JPG" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Since I didn't get a video recoding, I got one on Youtube, here:&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/g93NUUX-nm4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/g93NUUX-nm4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Of course he didn't serve us the same roti canai after 'flying' it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It's just for fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I'm so proud of Melaka after watching him.lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Next day I met up with ex form6 girls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/S-Z-syJS-UI/AAAAAAAABKg/LPMtpIxTt7M/s1600/IMG_5136.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/S-Z-syJS-UI/AAAAAAAABKg/LPMtpIxTt7M/s400/IMG_5136.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I missed that face =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/S-Zz-o-ZT6I/AAAAAAAABKI/rvnlSXanzqo/s1600/IMG_5168.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/S-Zz-o-ZT6I/AAAAAAAABKI/rvnlSXanzqo/s400/IMG_5168.JPG" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;that's how she peel prawn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/S-ZzZRvH3pI/AAAAAAAABJo/TZ4YuCi9G3c/s1600/IMG_5181.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/S-ZzZRvH3pI/AAAAAAAABJo/TZ4YuCi9G3c/s400/IMG_5181.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Nancy and mua :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/S-aBXaKoHBI/AAAAAAAABK4/El3K2hjHL88/s1600/IMG_5177.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/S-aBXaKoHBI/AAAAAAAABK4/El3K2hjHL88/s400/IMG_5177.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We're funny like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Nancy couldn't take day off from work..so we had lunch together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It was short but fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I was just bummed out I can't meet Jocelyn and Karnee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But all in all, it was a really fun trip back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Can we do it again? XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7734334323974294710-8819786441640299174?l=tammiexxoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammiexxoo.blogspot.com/feeds/8819786441640299174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7734334323974294710&amp;postID=8819786441640299174&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734334323974294710/posts/default/8819786441640299174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734334323974294710/posts/default/8819786441640299174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammiexxoo.blogspot.com/2010/05/back-in-melaka-d.html' title='Back in Melaka :D'/><author><name>Tammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06384417038245277095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/S6zPrSAmsmI/AAAAAAAABGg/OE1-V6X5-TM/S220/Smile_will_you__by_tammiexoxo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/S-Z_3mrEhOI/AAAAAAAABKo/KSgtKNwtZWU/s72-c/IMG_5075.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7734334323974294710.post-8112247517122372720</id><published>2010-05-05T20:19:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T20:59:31.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainbow comes after rain, success comes after struggle.</title><content type='html'>I did &lt;a href="http://tammiexxoo.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-very-first-stop-motion-picture-d.html"&gt;another&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;stop motion project today :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s944.photobucket.com/albums/ad285/tammiexo_xo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Cheer-UP-1.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="266" src="http://i944.photobucket.com/albums/ad285/tammiexo_xo/Cheer-UP-1.gif" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its still very&amp;nbsp;shaky&amp;nbsp;huh? I should really get a tripod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the main reason why I did this project is cause some of my friends are feeling down lately. I wish I could do something, but this is all I can do, ask you guys to cheer up, which is lame but yeah I'm lame,so yeah. Hahaha. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon, it looks like it was going to rain, so I posted a status on my FB:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/S-FgNbwC-BI/AAAAAAAABJA/w-C5_gxi028/s1600/Untitled.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="243" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/S-FgNbwC-BI/AAAAAAAABJA/w-C5_gxi028/s400/Untitled.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Because I saw a rainbow 2 days ago, after a quick rain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;2 minutes later, my brother called me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;'Tammie! Look, there's a rainbow!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wish came true! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Grabbing my cam, I ran out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rainbow looks so far in this picture. But at that time, it looks really really close and big.&lt;br /&gt;The first time I saw a rainbow at such a close distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/S-FawCwu5XI/AAAAAAAABIw/zg62YkVMUc0/s1600/IMG_4978.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/S-FawCwu5XI/AAAAAAAABIw/zg62YkVMUc0/s400/IMG_4978.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A zoom in on the rainbow:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/S-FayuJsWgI/AAAAAAAABI4/CNEBpee8apQ/s1600/IMG_4979.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/S-FayuJsWgI/AAAAAAAABI4/CNEBpee8apQ/s400/IMG_4979.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the rainbow kinda lifted my spirits.&lt;br /&gt;One thing I love about Bukit Tinggi is the weather. Its seems like it only takes a few drops of rain to produce a beautiful rainbow :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7734334323974294710-8112247517122372720?l=tammiexxoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammiexxoo.blogspot.com/feeds/8112247517122372720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7734334323974294710&amp;postID=8112247517122372720&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734334323974294710/posts/default/8112247517122372720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734334323974294710/posts/default/8112247517122372720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammiexxoo.blogspot.com/2010/05/rainbow-comes-after-rain-success-comes.html' title='Rainbow comes after rain, success comes after struggle.'/><author><name>Tammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06384417038245277095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/S6zPrSAmsmI/AAAAAAAABGg/OE1-V6X5-TM/S220/Smile_will_you__by_tammiexoxo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/S-FgNbwC-BI/AAAAAAAABJA/w-C5_gxi028/s72-c/Untitled.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7734334323974294710.post-7486052803639340785</id><published>2010-05-03T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T23:17:06.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 10 things I learnt about being a Receptionist.</title><content type='html'>10. Never tell a guest&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; 'Maybe you don't know how to on our Astro.'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;When they ask why they can't watch Astro in their room. You will be laughed at.&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. Always smile. No matter what. When guests complain or grumble or demand to talk to the manager. Be as&amp;nbsp;pleasant&amp;nbsp;as possible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Always answer the phone by saying &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;'Reception, morning/afternoon/evening.'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;and not &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;'Hello?'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; like &lt;s&gt;I did&lt;/s&gt; a complete blur person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Don't get easily distracted by a cute guest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Accept the fact that guests will always check in at odd hours. Like 4am in the morning, and they'll expect you to answer questions like 'Where can we have breakfast in the morning?' or 'Where's the toilet?' when your brain is clearly asleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. School holidays and public holidays can be so busy that you wish you can use your legs to pick up the phone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Normal days can sometimes be so boring that you find yourself staring at the clock. And talking to yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Be very careful about&amp;nbsp;handling&amp;nbsp;money. This is not Monopoly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. It's an advantage if you can speak more then 1 language. But it also means that you'll&amp;nbsp;receive&amp;nbsp;more complains in that language.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the number one lesson I learnt?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Always keep track of time. Do not freak out, get dress and run to the office just because you think you're 2 hours late for work- just to find out that it's your off day, like I did. (Unless if you want to be laughed at by your mom and your &lt;a href="http://alexandercts.blogspot.com/"&gt;friend&lt;/a&gt;.) Good&amp;nbsp;exercise&amp;nbsp;though.&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/7734334323974294710-7486052803639340785?l=tammiexxoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammiexxoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7486052803639340785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7734334323974294710&amp;postID=7486052803639340785&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734334323974294710/posts/default/7486052803639340785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734334323974294710/posts/default/7486052803639340785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammiexxoo.blogspot.com/2010/05/top-10-things-i-learnt-about-being.html' title='Top 10 things I learnt about being a Receptionist.'/><author><name>Tammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06384417038245277095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/S6zPrSAmsmI/AAAAAAAABGg/OE1-V6X5-TM/S220/Smile_will_you__by_tammiexoxo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7734334323974294710.post-192712014184636810</id><published>2010-04-14T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T21:29:40.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ever wonder how it's like to be dead?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/S8W2hWpRDwI/AAAAAAAABIQ/xGpg8_oh3xk/s1600/The-Lovely-Bones-Intl-Poster-10-12-09-kc1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/S8W2hWpRDwI/AAAAAAAABIQ/xGpg8_oh3xk/s400/The-Lovely-Bones-Intl-Poster-10-12-09-kc1.jpg" width="271" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I watched this movie today. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0380510/"&gt;The Lovely Bones&lt;/a&gt;. I never expect it to be so intense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever wonder how people will react once they found out you're dead?&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This movie is like a story. Told by a 14 year old girl who uses this line to introduce herself : &amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;'My name is Salmon, like the fish. First name, Susie. I was fourteen years old when I was murdered on December 6th, 1973.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She continues to tell the story after she's dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I guess I can related to Susie Salmon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Her first crush going to step in first love then all of a sudden, she was&amp;nbsp;murdered. Everything was taken away from her at that moment. Her life was just about to begin when it was robbed away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The whole movie is told from the eyes of a dead girl. Seeking revenge. Hoping someone could hear her voice.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Live life to the fullest. Once you're dead, there's no turning back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;That one thing I've learnt from the movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Granted, there were some&amp;nbsp;scenes&amp;nbsp;I think are cheesy. But hey, it's about the afterlife, which living person would have any idea about that? So that's forgivable.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried. Yeah. Told you I never expect this movie to be that intense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;"There was one thing my murderer didn't understand; he didn't understand how much a father could love his child."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And this line didn't help the tears from ceasing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&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;All in all, a movie worth watching.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll probably get the book soon ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7734334323974294710-192712014184636810?l=tammiexxoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammiexxoo.blogspot.com/feeds/192712014184636810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7734334323974294710&amp;postID=192712014184636810&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734334323974294710/posts/default/192712014184636810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734334323974294710/posts/default/192712014184636810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammiexxoo.blogspot.com/2010/04/ever-wonder-how-its-like-to-be-dead.html' title='Ever wonder how it&apos;s like to be dead?'/><author><name>Tammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06384417038245277095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/S6zPrSAmsmI/AAAAAAAABGg/OE1-V6X5-TM/S220/Smile_will_you__by_tammiexoxo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/S8W2hWpRDwI/AAAAAAAABIQ/xGpg8_oh3xk/s72-c/The-Lovely-Bones-Intl-Poster-10-12-09-kc1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7734334323974294710.post-8443541820313261500</id><published>2010-04-13T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T00:32:50.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What crazy things did u do today?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My ex-classmate&amp;nbsp;nudge me on msn the other day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I know for a fact that he&amp;nbsp;doesn't&amp;nbsp;find me unless there's something to kacau me about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;True&amp;nbsp;enough, he invited to on web cam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;He type: "&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;Accept! I want to show you something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I hesitated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;He must have sense it because the next thing he typed was "&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;Don't worry, it's healthy one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;His words, not mine.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;XD&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So I accepted the web cam invitation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The first image I saw on his webcam was something like this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/S8MGfEXYbHI/AAAAAAAABIA/-zUL63g283U/s1600/011103.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/S8MGfEXYbHI/AAAAAAAABIA/-zUL63g283U/s320/011103.bmp" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Then he type: "&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;Tell me when you're ready.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Suspense wei.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I was getting more and more&amp;nbsp;suspicious&amp;nbsp;and curious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I was thinking '&lt;i&gt;Uhh...Can I not see what I think you want to show me?&lt;/i&gt;'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Of course I didn't tell him that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I was curious as well so&amp;nbsp;I type back, "&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;Ok. Ready&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;His next movement was so quick, I didn't get to response fast enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I was so&amp;nbsp;shocked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I just stared at the screen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;You guys wanna know what he showed me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is what he showed me:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/S8MGuLoV09I/AAAAAAAABII/95Pmg-F_3K4/s1600/011121.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/S8MGuLoV09I/AAAAAAAABII/95Pmg-F_3K4/s320/011121.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;What were you thinking??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;He's botak!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Bald.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;haha.. he looks like he just came out of NS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But seriously, after laughing my bottom off at his new hairdo, I&amp;nbsp;interrogated&amp;nbsp;him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;'&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;Why suddenly cut botak?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;'&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;Are you okay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Found out he and his friends just did it for fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(=.=")&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Teen boys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Go figure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So I was thinking, what crazy stuff have &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; done before?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I can't think of anything!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Am I &lt;i&gt;that &lt;/i&gt;un-spontaneous?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I wanna go bungee jumping someday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Or a spontaneous backpacking trip across&amp;nbsp;Europe (even Asia will do).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;So, tell me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;What insane, on the spot things have you guys done before?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;p/s: what would you guys think if I shave bald too?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;just asking x)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7734334323974294710-8443541820313261500?l=tammiexxoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammiexxoo.blogspot.com/feeds/8443541820313261500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7734334323974294710&amp;postID=8443541820313261500&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734334323974294710/posts/default/8443541820313261500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734334323974294710/posts/default/8443541820313261500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammiexxoo.blogspot.com/2010/04/what-crazy-things-did-u-do-today.html' title='What crazy things did u do today?'/><author><name>Tammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06384417038245277095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/S6zPrSAmsmI/AAAAAAAABGg/OE1-V6X5-TM/S220/Smile_will_you__by_tammiexoxo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/S8MGfEXYbHI/AAAAAAAABIA/-zUL63g283U/s72-c/011103.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7734334323974294710.post-8733727905618493105</id><published>2010-04-08T19:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T02:42:03.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Free outfit for me! :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/S715YziezwI/AAAAAAAABHo/t7BlQzDNxOI/s1600/IMG_4589.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/S715YziezwI/AAAAAAAABHo/t7BlQzDNxOI/s400/IMG_4589.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I got a&amp;nbsp;package&amp;nbsp;today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've been expecting it ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It's actually a pair of outfit, top and pants.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I ordered it on &lt;a href="http://www.irenelim.com/"&gt;irenelim.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/S715dUS538I/AAAAAAAABHw/qGwrwalaXnE/s1600/IMG_4591.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/S715dUS538I/AAAAAAAABHw/qGwrwalaXnE/s400/IMG_4591.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The outfit costs RM70.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And that's not including postage fees.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;They sent using Post Laju&amp;nbsp;some more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/S7275g-hQZI/AAAAAAAABH4/y1SxHpLEEdM/s1600/IMG_4652.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/S7275g-hQZI/AAAAAAAABH4/y1SxHpLEEdM/s320/IMG_4652.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I love the comfy pants :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;Of course, like I said before, I don't have to pay a single cent for it *dance*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;Not even for postage fees.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;How come?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;Well, that's because I join&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.iamthewitch.com/2010/04/02/free-dress-from-malaysia-online-boutique-irenelim-fashion/"&gt;Project Witch&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;The project is close for now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;But, there will be more in the future!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;So don't sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;Thankies, Irene for everything :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;and &lt;a href="http://www.iamthewitch.com/"&gt;MeiYee&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;for promoting this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7734334323974294710-8733727905618493105?l=tammiexxoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammiexxoo.blogspot.com/feeds/8733727905618493105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7734334323974294710&amp;postID=8733727905618493105&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734334323974294710/posts/default/8733727905618493105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734334323974294710/posts/default/8733727905618493105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammiexxoo.blogspot.com/2010/04/free-outfit-for-me-d.html' title='Free outfit for me! :D'/><author><name>Tammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06384417038245277095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/S6zPrSAmsmI/AAAAAAAABGg/OE1-V6X5-TM/S220/Smile_will_you__by_tammiexoxo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/S715YziezwI/AAAAAAAABHo/t7BlQzDNxOI/s72-c/IMG_4589.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7734334323974294710.post-7047087810988829492</id><published>2010-04-04T20:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T20:19:04.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being chased by a white man with a golf club</title><content type='html'>So today something weird happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was taking afternoon nap when I heard my little sister crying really hard.&lt;br /&gt;I heard my dad ask her what's wrong.&lt;br /&gt;My sister said betweens sobs&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt; 'Mr. B..'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to explain a little here, Mr. B lives in the same area me and my family are currently&amp;nbsp;staying.&lt;br /&gt;He's a &lt;i&gt;really &lt;/i&gt;(my estimation is195cm) &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;tall &lt;/span&gt;ang mo lang (Caucasian).&lt;br /&gt;Mr. B is known to hate sounds of any kind.. he seems to hate kids most.&lt;br /&gt;As most of you know, I work at the reception of the resort I'm staying now so I get to hear news of Mr. B a lot.&lt;br /&gt;There's once, I heard, he went to the swimming pool and chase a kid out of the pool. Yes, he literally ran and&amp;nbsp;chase the kid out. Because the kid was making too much noise.&lt;br /&gt;Then there's another case where he went upstairs to the apartment unit above him and told the guest staying there to &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;'Teach your kids to walk properly&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;' because he's staying at the apartment unit below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my dad&amp;nbsp;immediately&amp;nbsp;understood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; My sister went to the playground to play with her friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; She came back crying.&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;Mr. B must've scolded them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;But &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;what made my dad outraged was that Mr B went and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;took out a golf club&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;and&amp;nbsp;threated&amp;nbsp;them with it. My mum was there, so she told us the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this sounds very&amp;nbsp;confusing, so I drew a picture of this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/S7iAm_-cwQI/AAAAAAAABHg/9OMvrOGdYHI/s1600/mr+b.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="252" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/S7iAm_-cwQI/AAAAAAAABHg/9OMvrOGdYHI/s320/mr+b.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I wasn't there, but this is how I imagine it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and that is&amp;nbsp;exactly&amp;nbsp;how Mr B look.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Very tall and bald.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Of course, the kids aren't bald but I lack creative juice to draw hair on them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Mr B complained that the kids were too noisy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But my mum said, which playground isn't noisy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A quite playground is like a ghost town.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My parents then went to make a police report about this.&lt;br /&gt;My sister was&amp;nbsp;traumatized. I mean, it's not every day she was&amp;nbsp;harassed&amp;nbsp;by an intimidating tall white man with a golf club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kind of have mix feelings about this. I mean, yes, I've heard&amp;nbsp;stories&amp;nbsp;of how kids+noise&amp;nbsp;intolerant&amp;nbsp;Mr. B is..but I've never personally seen &lt;i&gt;that &lt;/i&gt;side of him.&lt;br /&gt;Every time he comes to the reception area, he would cheerfully call all the staffs by name and there's this once where he even &amp;nbsp;treated us with&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fff2cc;"&gt; cheese tarts =3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I actually pictured him as a nice person.&lt;br /&gt;It disturbs me that a person you imagine as nice would do something like that to your family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also think that the police report maybe a little too much.. I dunno.. I'm quite&amp;nbsp;confused&amp;nbsp;how to feel or react now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;So what do you guys think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;I didn't blog about this so I can laugh at the kids or insult Mr. B.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;I blog so because I like to hear what you think.. I need a 3rd point of view.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7734334323974294710-7047087810988829492?l=tammiexxoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammiexxoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7047087810988829492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7734334323974294710&amp;postID=7047087810988829492&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734334323974294710/posts/default/7047087810988829492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734334323974294710/posts/default/7047087810988829492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammiexxoo.blogspot.com/2010/04/being-chased-by-white-man-with-golf.html' title='Being chased by a white man with a golf club'/><author><name>Tammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06384417038245277095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/S6zPrSAmsmI/AAAAAAAABGg/OE1-V6X5-TM/S220/Smile_will_you__by_tammiexoxo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/S7iAm_-cwQI/AAAAAAAABHg/9OMvrOGdYHI/s72-c/mr+b.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7734334323974294710.post-4267494778422975869</id><published>2010-03-31T00:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T23:58:50.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's how you ask someone to be your gf on FB</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I love these Facebook groups. They explain what I've been through so well. There's so many cute + funny +&amp;nbsp;outrageous names for these groups in Facebook, but I'll talk about those later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;There's this group in Facebook call '&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;It&amp;nbsp;absolutely&amp;nbsp;KILLS when I bang my little toe on the leg of a table!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/S7IRqgW0tiI/AAAAAAAABHA/qy41SVmnYmQ/s1600/Untitled.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/S7IRqgW0tiI/AAAAAAAABHA/qy41SVmnYmQ/s320/Untitled.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so happen that I did knock my tiny toe recently.. my poor toe went black &amp;gt;__&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;Blood clot.&lt;br /&gt;I was praying my toe won't be stunted or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I decided to write on&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;It&amp;nbsp;absolutely&amp;nbsp;KILLS when I bang my little toe on the leg of a table!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;'s&amp;nbsp;wall.&lt;br /&gt;Here's what I wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/S7IkKksd1fI/AAAAAAAABHY/WLcGl-sFFRw/s1600/2.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="155" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/S7IkKksd1fI/AAAAAAAABHY/WLcGl-sFFRw/s400/2.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I know I'm lame, you don't have to point out the obvious XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway what I wrote on the wall of this group is not why the reason why I blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Nah.. here's the real reason why I blog about this topic:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/S7IhyJ9F_KI/AAAAAAAABHQ/K1nbmDid2sc/s1600/1.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="335" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/S7IhyJ9F_KI/AAAAAAAABHQ/K1nbmDid2sc/s400/1.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;1. I got a comment from my cousin, xuan xiao-ing me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;2. I got a spam from some random girl trying to promote her group.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;3. I got a.....girlfriend request?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I know, right!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Who knew someone would propose to me after I write something dedicated to my tiny toe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;That's so...er... &lt;i&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;romantic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;original.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;HAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Of course I know this guy is a joker.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;But I have no idea who he is. Random stranger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Thanks for the laugh, Tariq ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;It's so random. So funny XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ahh.. Facebook just entertained me again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7734334323974294710-4267494778422975869?l=tammiexxoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammiexxoo.blogspot.com/feeds/4267494778422975869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7734334323974294710&amp;postID=4267494778422975869&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734334323974294710/posts/default/4267494778422975869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734334323974294710/posts/default/4267494778422975869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammiexxoo.blogspot.com/2010/03/heres-how-you-ask-someone-to-be-your-gf.html' title='Here&apos;s how you ask someone to be your gf on FB'/><author><name>Tammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06384417038245277095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/S6zPrSAmsmI/AAAAAAAABGg/OE1-V6X5-TM/S220/Smile_will_you__by_tammiexoxo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/S7IRqgW0tiI/AAAAAAAABHA/qy41SVmnYmQ/s72-c/Untitled.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7734334323974294710.post-2741765459767886204</id><published>2010-03-23T09:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T09:57:02.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My very first stop motion picture!! :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="goog_1269279029498"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1269279029499"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I've seen lots of stop motion pictures/videos before and I must say I'm pretty taken by some.&lt;br /&gt;I love the whole idea of taking pictures step by step and then making a short film out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I finally tired by hands on this '&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stop_motion"&gt;stop motion&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;' project.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't use a tripod to take these pictures, that explains why my cookie plate is moving a awful lot.&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit though, this is my first stop motion picture so it's not very good.. but I'll keep trying to get really good stop motion animation :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="266" src="http://i739.photobucket.com/albums/xx33/tammiexoxo/Cookie-Love.gif" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed up until 1.30am doing this. Was so excited when I finally got it right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My model:&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;Chipsmore cookie&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Green Plate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me 10 shots of pictures to create this quick stop motion animation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and yes I ate this cookie.&lt;br /&gt;Actually I ate 2 cookies in the making of this stop motion picture &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Thinking of more ideas for future stop motion projects &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what do you guys think? is it too fast? or too slow? Too short?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7734334323974294710-2741765459767886204?l=tammiexxoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammiexxoo.blogspot.com/feeds/2741765459767886204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7734334323974294710&amp;postID=2741765459767886204&amp;isPopup=true' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734334323974294710/posts/default/2741765459767886204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734334323974294710/posts/default/2741765459767886204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammiexxoo.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-very-first-stop-motion-picture-d.html' title='My very first stop motion picture!! :D'/><author><name>Tammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06384417038245277095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/S6zPrSAmsmI/AAAAAAAABGg/OE1-V6X5-TM/S220/Smile_will_you__by_tammiexoxo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7734334323974294710.post-3692122010899089106</id><published>2010-03-20T10:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T10:55:00.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SoP</title><content type='html'>Statement of purpose.&lt;br /&gt;I'm asked to write my own statement of purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I have the vocabulary to write it. I just don't know what to write.&amp;nbsp;A statement of purpose basically tells others about your purpose in life.&lt;br /&gt;What you want to do. What you've been dreaming of doing all your life. How you can&amp;nbsp;achieve&amp;nbsp;it. That sort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't started. I have no idea what to write.&lt;br /&gt;All I know is I want to travel around the world.&amp;nbsp;I want to go to countries I read in novels, see in TV.&amp;nbsp;I want to experience all the different culture, language and food.&amp;nbsp;I want to take pictures and just bask in the glory of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I write something like &lt;i&gt;that &lt;/i&gt;in a university statement of purpose?&lt;br /&gt;I don't think any&amp;nbsp;university&amp;nbsp;admin will be very impress if they read something like that.&lt;br /&gt;It's too hippie =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to blame our culture for breeding me into a purposeless girl in life.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, Asian mindset is all about 'Be a &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;doctor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, a &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;lawyer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;,a&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;businessman&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;or an &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;"&gt;engineer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;to succeed in life, anything else is bull.'&lt;br /&gt;They drill that in your mind ever since you're a&amp;nbsp;kindergarten-er.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll&amp;nbsp;excuses&amp;nbsp;myself.&lt;br /&gt;I need to bang my head on the desk, then on the wall- to write a SoP impressive enough to be accepted in a uni I've been wanting to go. Utter crap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7734334323974294710-3692122010899089106?l=tammiexxoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammiexxoo.blogspot.com/feeds/3692122010899089106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7734334323974294710&amp;postID=3692122010899089106&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734334323974294710/posts/default/3692122010899089106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734334323974294710/posts/default/3692122010899089106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammiexxoo.blogspot.com/2010/03/sop.html' title='SoP'/><author><name>Tammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06384417038245277095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/S6zPrSAmsmI/AAAAAAAABGg/OE1-V6X5-TM/S220/Smile_will_you__by_tammiexoxo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7734334323974294710.post-9167578888480825041</id><published>2010-03-19T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T00:02:08.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ripley's, I believe! :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I completed one of my life mission the other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/S6Io551i7OI/AAAAAAAABFQ/aoPYC6abcKw/s1600-h/IMG_4164.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/S6Io551i7OI/AAAAAAAABFQ/aoPYC6abcKw/s320/IMG_4164.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I brainwashed ah Yin to&amp;nbsp;chaperon&amp;nbsp;me to Genting's Ripley's Believe It Or Not.&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;[] Visit Ripley's Believe It Or Not&lt;/span&gt;" has been on my life mission ever since I was 12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Now I can tick that off the list :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy the&amp;nbsp;exhibition. Lots of &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;crazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;unique&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;unbelievable&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;stuff being showcased.&lt;br /&gt;I'll share a few ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/S6Ix6kV2RsI/AAAAAAAABFY/kXKW8DRYYUQ/s1600-h/IMG_4145.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/S6Ix6kV2RsI/AAAAAAAABFY/kXKW8DRYYUQ/s320/IMG_4145.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This huge chair specially designed for the world's tallest human.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I feel so small sitting in it xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/S6IzUuPv5lI/AAAAAAAABFg/5gkouuAFumI/s1600-h/IMG_4190.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="243" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/S6IzUuPv5lI/AAAAAAAABFg/5gkouuAFumI/s320/IMG_4190.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/S6JIFqJGFfI/AAAAAAAABGA/h9tlzfyB8Hw/s1600-h/IMG_4177.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/S6JIFqJGFfI/AAAAAAAABGA/h9tlzfyB8Hw/s400/IMG_4177.JPG" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/S6I0efIj0jI/AAAAAAAABFo/C9ruGmHAZKE/s1600-h/IMG_4201.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/S6I0efIj0jI/AAAAAAAABFo/C9ruGmHAZKE/s320/IMG_4201.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My&amp;nbsp;favorite&amp;nbsp;part of the whole gallery&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I call it &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #b4a7d6;"&gt;The Falling Books&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;freakin awesome!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't help posing with it more then once XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/S6I4XLpkkBI/AAAAAAAABFw/t_kHj6CcWl4/s1600-h/IMG_4222.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/S6I4XLpkkBI/AAAAAAAABFw/t_kHj6CcWl4/s400/IMG_4222.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The cow with 6 legs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No, the cow's not giving birth, it just has it's half-formed&amp;nbsp;Siamese&amp;nbsp;twin stuck in a very&amp;nbsp;awkward&amp;nbsp;position.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/S6JCpTeTueI/AAAAAAAABF4/WFpSfuBVTR8/s1600-h/IMG_4214.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/S6JCpTeTueI/AAAAAAAABF4/WFpSfuBVTR8/s400/IMG_4214.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Fiji Mermaid!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;=O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I finally saw the mermaid in 3D.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've been hearing so much about it and have been reading about it for years..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but never saw it in real life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you ask me, I think the end of the tali is&amp;nbsp;chipped&amp;nbsp;off :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In actual truth, this is not a mermaid at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's actually made up of 2 bodies: &amp;nbsp;A upper body of a monkey and a end body of a fish,&amp;nbsp;sown&amp;nbsp;together so nicely that people think it's 1 body of a mermaid looking creature.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/S6JJsOVLR3I/AAAAAAAABGI/cvbSZ_QS--U/s1600-h/IMG_4225.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/S6JJsOVLR3I/AAAAAAAABGI/cvbSZ_QS--U/s400/IMG_4225.JPG" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Robin Hood squirrelD:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So adorable right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, I stop saying &lt;i&gt;'SO CUTEEEE!!'&lt;/i&gt; after I found out the squirrel died so they can dressed it up like this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;=.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/S6JL0NdWLnI/AAAAAAAABGQ/GOGcCyhFkHM/s1600-h/IMG_4256.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/S6JL0NdWLnI/AAAAAAAABGQ/GOGcCyhFkHM/s400/IMG_4256.JPG" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last of all, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #b4a7d6;"&gt;The&amp;nbsp;Crooked&amp;nbsp;Room&lt;/span&gt; - as I call it xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I feel like falling to one side when I walked into the room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well, those are some of my&amp;nbsp;favorites&amp;nbsp;I can show in my blog..there's too much pictures to post and I'm tired..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;I haven't have enough ZZZ since I started working night shifts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;I should probably get some sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/S6JM3C8ue5I/AAAAAAAABGY/MDVRlXGK1G0/s1600-h/IMG_4099.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/S6JM3C8ue5I/AAAAAAAABGY/MDVRlXGK1G0/s400/IMG_4099.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Like this lil girl I saw outside Genting's Indoor Theme park, in&amp;nbsp;front&amp;nbsp;of McD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*cuteness*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I shall sleep now, goodnight world &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7734334323974294710-9167578888480825041?l=tammiexxoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammiexxoo.blogspot.com/feeds/9167578888480825041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7734334323974294710&amp;postID=9167578888480825041&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734334323974294710/posts/default/9167578888480825041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734334323974294710/posts/default/9167578888480825041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammiexxoo.blogspot.com/2010/03/ripleys-i-believe-d.html' title='Ripley&apos;s, I believe! :D'/><author><name>Tammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06384417038245277095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/S6zPrSAmsmI/AAAAAAAABGg/OE1-V6X5-TM/S220/Smile_will_you__by_tammiexoxo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/S6Io551i7OI/AAAAAAAABFQ/aoPYC6abcKw/s72-c/IMG_4164.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7734334323974294710.post-3426567240034939982</id><published>2010-03-13T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T22:08:33.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nancy Yap Tzyy Ning,u better read this!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;This post is for the girl who was there&amp;nbsp;when&amp;nbsp;I told her I hate chemistry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;This post is for the girl who taught me Bio and P&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;This post is for the girl who ca&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt; make me laugh 'til my tummy ache.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;This post is for the girl who &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;ares and never fail to ask me what's wrong when I'm having a bad day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;This post is for the girl who made me addicted to Restaurant Cit&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;This post is for the girl who taught me how to keep saying 'Jia Lat'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;This post is for the girl who taught me how to play a little bit of piano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;No, I'm not a &lt;i&gt;lesbian&lt;/i&gt;, this girl is my best friend :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;The funny thing about us is we knew each other a long long time. Back in form 1. But we only got close 1 and a half year ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;I honestly never ever thought we'll end up being friends. Not to mention best friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;I'm glad to have a friend like you, who cares. Who offer to help&amp;nbsp;every time I face a problem.&amp;nbsp;Thank you for everything :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;It's you're birthday tomorrow. But I can't celebrate with you. Of course other friends'll be there to celebrate with you&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;(I hope he comes to celebrate with you! *ahem ahem* XD&amp;nbsp;)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So...I'll wish you here:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;HAPPY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;BIRTHDAY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;all purple xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Be happy, be strong, be yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Happy 20th!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7734334323974294710-3426567240034939982?l=tammiexxoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammiexxoo.blogspot.com/feeds/3426567240034939982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7734334323974294710&amp;postID=3426567240034939982&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734334323974294710/posts/default/3426567240034939982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734334323974294710/posts/default/3426567240034939982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammiexxoo.blogspot.com/2010/03/nancy-yap-tzyy-ningu-better-read-this.html' title='Nancy Yap Tzyy Ning,u better read this!'/><author><name>Tammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06384417038245277095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/S6zPrSAmsmI/AAAAAAAABGg/OE1-V6X5-TM/S220/Smile_will_you__by_tammiexoxo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7734334323974294710.post-5824938292233851225</id><published>2010-03-02T15:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T15:19:10.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a lazy bum</title><content type='html'>I'm so lazy to blog recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Explaining the very low traffic I get now.&lt;br /&gt;My laziness&amp;nbsp;doesn't&amp;nbsp;even give a damn.&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't even care that I've got Rm49.00 in my Nuffnang account, and with just 1 more Ringgit, I'll be able to cash it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked to the&amp;nbsp;Laziness-in-Tammie&amp;nbsp;just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;Tammie&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;i&gt;'Eh Lazy Bum, when are you going to update your blog so you can get your blog traffic going and finally cash out the Nuffnang money?'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6;"&gt;Lazy Bum&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;i&gt;'Later laaaaa.......'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;Tammie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;i&gt;'Later as in..?'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6;"&gt;Lazy Bum&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;i&gt;'Mmmm..'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;Tammie&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;i&gt;'What? Answer me!'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6;"&gt;Lazy Bum&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;i&gt;'Mmmm..'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laziness-in-Tammie is even lazy enough to talk. Whateva!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall now entertain my dear blog readers by a picture so mind blowing that it's going to keep you coming to my blog for at least a few days... so I get traffic XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so, FACEBOOK!&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has it. Everyone is hook on it. Everyone loves it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tcd.ie/disability/projects/DS3/images/facebook.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://www.tcd.ie/disability/projects/DS3/images/facebook.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what&amp;nbsp;happens&amp;nbsp;when Facebook brings a&amp;nbsp;literal&amp;nbsp;meaning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/S4yubHFKXxI/AAAAAAAABFA/hhvpZO_QGFo/s1600-h/realfacebook.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="275" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/S4yubHFKXxI/AAAAAAAABFA/hhvpZO_QGFo/s400/realfacebook.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O.o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't digest anything after this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Happy eating! XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7734334323974294710-5824938292233851225?l=tammiexxoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammiexxoo.blogspot.com/feeds/5824938292233851225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7734334323974294710&amp;postID=5824938292233851225&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734334323974294710/posts/default/5824938292233851225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734334323974294710/posts/default/5824938292233851225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammiexxoo.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-lazy-bum.html' title='I&apos;m a lazy bum'/><author><name>Tammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06384417038245277095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/S6zPrSAmsmI/AAAAAAAABGg/OE1-V6X5-TM/S220/Smile_will_you__by_tammiexoxo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/S4yubHFKXxI/AAAAAAAABFA/hhvpZO_QGFo/s72-c/realfacebook.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7734334323974294710.post-5791254137627629209</id><published>2010-02-22T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T22:52:44.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wo shi hua ren :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I am no longer a housewife :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super bad timing, I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But I got a job as a&amp;nbsp;front&amp;nbsp;desk receptionist *yay*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm itching to tell you guys this, this morning when I went to report in for duty, there's this Korean dude at the receptionist's desk. I barely understand what he was trying to say but I&amp;nbsp;definitely&amp;nbsp;understand his tone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;He was swearing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I think. &lt;i&gt;Hey&lt;/i&gt;, it's in Korean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;How would I know? But it sounds&amp;nbsp;unpleasant.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I later found out why he was swearing.. it's because one of his friend, a female golfer, was&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;hit by a golf ball in the face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. And she's bleeding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;To make matters worse, they can't find a driver to send her to the hospital.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It was 8.50am in the morning, mind you. The van driver was on his way, but it still takes him like 30 mins to reach.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So of course the Korean dude was unhappy. I tell you, when Korean swears, it sounds like they're singing. Lol. No kidding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My new job enables me to listen to Korean speak Korean *double yay*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And I like it. I love listening to them speak Korean. It sounds melodic. So graceful :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Maybe I should pick up Korean as well? XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh, another incident happened today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Another Korean dude (this one is older and much calmer) came in to ask if he could use the sauna.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Since he can't speak a word of&amp;nbsp;English, he brought along a Korean woman who speaks English but...&lt;i&gt;very&lt;/i&gt; limited&amp;nbsp;English..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So guess what's the situation like?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;2 Koreans and 3 Malaysians (the staff, including me) communicating in sign language =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We tried telling them, they can only use the sauna after 5pm.. but the man kept on pointing '4', so we point back '5'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then suddenly, the Korean lady looked at me and said &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;'Ni shi hua ren?' &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt; 'You're&amp;nbsp;Chinese?'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I was shock. But&amp;nbsp;pleasantly&amp;nbsp;so. (The other 2 staffs are Malay)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I quickly communicated with her in&amp;nbsp;mandarin. Her&amp;nbsp;mandarin&amp;nbsp;is much better then her English :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We found out the man point '4' because he wanted to say 4 people wants to go to the sauna. lols.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Man, I'm so proud to be able to speak&amp;nbsp;mandarin&amp;nbsp;after that incident XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway, after talking so much, let's stop listening to me talk. Watch this!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This 3 year old girl is crying because she says she's in love with Justin Bieber.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yoursonglyrics.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/one-time-justin-bieber.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.yoursonglyrics.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/one-time-justin-bieber.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The &lt;s&gt;guy&lt;/s&gt; boy who sang 'One Time'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MRvxvl8ZYi4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MRvxvl8ZYi4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;When the phone rang...she was like....(not telling you! Watch it to find out) so funny XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7734334323974294710-5791254137627629209?l=tammiexxoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammiexxoo.blogspot.com/feeds/5791254137627629209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7734334323974294710&amp;postID=5791254137627629209&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734334323974294710/posts/default/5791254137627629209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734334323974294710/posts/default/5791254137627629209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammiexxoo.blogspot.com/2010/02/wo-shi-hua-ren-d.html' title='Wo shi hua ren :D'/><author><name>Tammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06384417038245277095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lST4RjcHBVI/S6zPrSAmsmI/AAAAAAAABGg/OE1-V6X5-TM/S220/Smile_will_you__by_tammiexoxo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7734334323974294710.post-4891086301210940438</id><published>2010-02-19T13:01:0
