tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38375292544448277212024-03-14T05:30:36.460+00:00his rarebit speaks!!kirstyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09134716319321886272noreply@blogger.comBlogger30125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3837529254444827721.post-62949475340303516772009-11-05T19:10:00.002+00:002009-11-05T19:18:07.063+00:00Not good enoughAssessments are 3 weeks away... Looking at the way practice asssessments went... It all boils down to my efforts have not been good enough...<br /><br />Marking my own Practice Assessments were the most painful thing I've done so far in this course... I have never in my life tried so hard for something and completely miss the mark before...<br /><br />Right now i'm hovering between the borderline of competent and not competent.<br /><br />NOT EFFING GOOD ENOUGH.<br /><br />3 weeks.<br /><br />How do I turn this around?<br /><br />Sigh... <input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden">kirstyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09134716319321886272noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3837529254444827721.post-92084871836797350242009-11-01T17:09:00.002+00:002009-11-01T17:21:09.418+00:00Time is of the essencehas it really been that long since i last blogged??? wow... amazing... A summer has come and gone and I am now back in the UK doing the Bar Vocational Course... and it seems that life has turned itself on its head... so many things are different... yet some remain the same...<br /><br />I still love Leo Chambers with all my heart... I miss my dogs and my family... I am still very protective over my friends and little cousin... and I still act like a child when i have an outlet and still lose my head when i'm stressed out (which i regret later)...<br /><br />But yet... I have never worked so hard in a course in my entire life... I have never experienced a workload this intense... I have never been this consistent... Nor have I ever been so afraid to miss a class or fall behind... No longer am I satisfied with mediocre grades and no longer do I want to be the girl who's excellent at last minute work... No longer do i guard myself from hurt but give my heart to him and only him... Never have I felt like I had so much to lose if this does not work out... And never have I wanted to belong to a person more than I do to him now... Never, until today, have I truly understood the pressure of needing to find a job... and never have I been willing to compromise with what I believe I am capable of in order to survive... until now...<br /><br />Is this growing up??? Is this maturity??? The steady progression of one's life???<br /><br />I think I'm pretty lucky... And i don't know what I did to deserve it... Funny for a person who doesn't really believe in luck... Therefore, I'm going to try to earn it... Every single bit of luck that I have had or get in the future... I'm going to try my best to make sure I do indeed deserve all of it.<br /><br />XoXo<br />Kirsty.kirstyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09134716319321886272noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3837529254444827721.post-65254777058231195562009-06-21T00:19:00.002+01:002009-06-21T00:29:34.184+01:00he's such a sweet talker *ahem* sweetheart :)Leo says:<br />...<br /> basically it comes down to this<br /> am i willing to make a few sacrifices for you? yes<br /> did i miss out of fun times with the boys etc. - a little yes<br /> but does it bother me that much on reflection? no<br /> i make my own choices hun - not often, but i do and if i didnt think you were worth it and that we were worth it then i would not ahve done what i did<br /> so dont get all worked up about nothing k?<br /><br />*****************************************************************<br /><br />and so he makes it all better <3<br /><br />hehe!!!kirstyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09134716319321886272noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3837529254444827721.post-59136031208609494832009-06-20T12:59:00.002+01:002009-06-20T13:07:20.344+01:00Goodbyes.its bound to happen... it always does... in every relationship there is always a time that one has to say goodbye... always a time when one is left behind...<br /><br />its happened to me... ssiiiggghh... more times than i know to count... so you'd think i'd be pretty good at that stuff by now... but nope... here i am... 2 and a half days in bored to tears and being what most might call a self suffering miserable bitch... uh huh... i know by now that i really just need to get out and do something... plan my day ahead... go out and do things etc... but really... its all the same... yeah i know i'll get through this in the end...<br /><br />i'll probably book some hotels for my parents...<br />call my aunt...<br />arrange travel plans...<br />cook something stupid and eventually get over the fact that my boyfriend is at home too busy to answer my calls and not fussed about returning my msgs... (btw yes this is miserable bitch writing the last sentence - i'm a bitch so sue me)...<br />which is probably not true since i know that he loves me and will not not return my calls for no reason and so i think thats true at least thats what he tells me to be true but friggin hell just answer my texts for fuck's sake don't tell me you're too busy to do that!!! (sorry bitch seems to be my dominant side at the moment... i shall sign out now)<br /><br />-Kirsty (oops i mean) Miserable bitch.kirstyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09134716319321886272noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3837529254444827721.post-36031364138721926052009-05-30T12:14:00.002+01:002009-05-30T12:18:11.510+01:00Its over??right... so that was the degree... really???<br /><br />lol!!! my sleep pattern is either brilliant as i was up at 10am or very fucked up since i've been sleeping from 2-7pm consistently for the past 2 weeks... ridiculous... thats what happens when you tend to study better at night... lets hope we all make it through to graduation... i'm gonna miss this year... i can feel it already... =S<br /><br />now if you'll excuse me...<br /><br />i'm going to try to wake a snoring leo up... ;)<br /><br /><br />XoXo<br />Kirstykirstyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09134716319321886272noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3837529254444827721.post-24725267304686554162009-05-08T01:27:00.003+01:002009-05-08T01:38:02.136+01:00The Countdown Begins<img style="visibility: hidden; 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However, there will always be a part of me who cares for the Malaysia... and more importantly, the 'Malaysian Dream'.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">The Malaysian Dream </span><br /><br />Although not many may share my sentiments... This is what I believe we have been brought up to hope and to accomplish for the future Malaysia. The Malaysian Dream;<br /><br />a Malaysia where government department forms will not ask you your 'Bangsa';<br /><br />an educated Malaysia where all of our children are given equal opportunity for education, as well as a Malaysia with an education system which encourages learning, thinking and innovation; not knowing, memorizing, and reciting;<br /><br />a Malaysia where religion is a matter between you and God and not you and the government;<br /><br />a Malaysia where educated free speech and media is not seen as a threat but as a stage for development;<br /><br />a Malaysia where you feel safe walking the streets at night, knowing that if you were ever in danger, the danger would not come from the forces that are meant to protect the people;<br /><br />a Malaysia that is free to choose their own government, and not decide based on the mentality 'better them than the other guys', i.e. to actually have a real selection to choose from;<br /><br />a Malaysia where people have faith in the justice system (a fair, efficient, and modern justice system);<br /><br />i'm sure many of you can go on and on with this list but i shall stop right there...<br /><br />This Malaysian Dream is not only a matter of paperwork, legislation and governments; it is a matter of mentality. It is a mentality of acceptance, progress and good will. It is the mentality of the people which will lead to a greater Malaysia, without which the progress of Malaysia will forever be stunted. It is my belief that at the rate that we are going, the Malaysian Dream will happen. Perhaps not in my generation, but perhaps my children's generation.<br />What I do hope for Malaysia, wherever I may be in the future, that I may see the beginnings of the Malaysian Dream in our generation. Some say our generation is still too much so set in the mindsets of our fathers, we must seek to change that, and with that, the Malaysian Dream will begin to realize on our watch.<br /><br />I dream.<br /><br />Kirsty.kirstyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09134716319321886272noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3837529254444827721.post-6760502845648824332009-04-10T17:23:00.005+01:002009-04-10T17:58:58.642+01:00gained and lost...GAINED? = WEIGHT<br /><br />LOST? now thats a more complicated question.<br /><br />well yes technically while i've been here i've gained more than weight as described by my last post. But good god have u seen my cheeks lately? =S Leo how can you love me with such fat cheeks and hips? grrr...<br /><br />But on to more serious topics of conversation... well i don't really know whether i should consider this a conversation but whatever it is... i was looking through some photos of events that have happened at home since i left... and just realized... exactly how much i've missed out on somethings that have happened in the lives of some of the people i love...<br /><br />with that... i say...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO12yrNWVNBFJtAAzgBV-7yq2vloQugwfBSrJ9AYFB-hEUeTO_vI6coyR3rvCZKjcJDbsS04BfZa-ZSja422YAqJrrDs2CGK8CMtmpWTre5xI8qf-VJoc3m0LnfEkLVAxe5bGAG2tueXQ/s1600-h/DC_SW_WeddingDinner_Web_111.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO12yrNWVNBFJtAAzgBV-7yq2vloQugwfBSrJ9AYFB-hEUeTO_vI6coyR3rvCZKjcJDbsS04BfZa-ZSja422YAqJrrDs2CGK8CMtmpWTre5xI8qf-VJoc3m0LnfEkLVAxe5bGAG2tueXQ/s320/DC_SW_WeddingDinner_Web_111.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323106433679698594" border="0" /></a><br />to my dear cousins... with all my heart and soul i wish you both a happily ever after...<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKIHqZlVa5SjyVqunM7nBPl_re9eN0Y94MSUKu068Rt_ECdN0p76Y67uP79FrpPpT60UgP4B6DsOrXj0cGN1JUVG1DpQMZC7V9J0ND44MSLDZ-eCIjVzoDiSE_Uq3pEdyWIEb1T9sZYAc/s1600-h/IMG_0167.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKIHqZlVa5SjyVqunM7nBPl_re9eN0Y94MSUKu068Rt_ECdN0p76Y67uP79FrpPpT60UgP4B6DsOrXj0cGN1JUVG1DpQMZC7V9J0ND44MSLDZ-eCIjVzoDiSE_Uq3pEdyWIEb1T9sZYAc/s320/IMG_0167.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323106438330265138" border="0" /></a><br />and to you boys... i wish i was there to see you grow up... but i know you've been well taken care of...<br /><br />and know that i miss you all...<br /><br /><br />Lots of love,<br />Kirsty.<br /><br /><br />p.s. i know i started this as an anonymous blog... but who am i kidding right? loves.kirstyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09134716319321886272noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3837529254444827721.post-35830225024436972772009-04-08T14:00:00.002+01:002009-04-08T14:22:18.642+01:00Its been so long??!!??come to think of it... yes it has been so long... 26th of October 2008 was the date of my last post... and it is now the 8th of April 2009...<br /><br />Funny how things have changed yet remained the same...<br /><br />I believe i have changed... I think i have changed... But I guess this is a result of the things that i've experienced in the past few months... half a year almost! Taking it all in... I've had some major ups and downs in the past 6 months.<br /><br />Directing and writing a sell out musical play... hmmm... yeah i did that.<br /><br />Learning a new skill which I'd be able to take with me for the rest of my life... And maybe turn it into a hobby if I have the time and money... hehe! yeah i did that.<br /><br />Winning the University Moot competition... errr... i don't really know how still, and there is question as to whether i deserve it or not amongst friend and foe... but like a very close friend and partner said... "out of 32 contestants in the University in 2008/2009, you were the best... it doesn't matter what happened before or what happens after... this year... a Crown Court judge had decided that you were the best...." hell yeah i can live with that!!!<br /><br />ooohh!! got into the BVC!!! wooppeee!! =)<br /><br />I've met more people, been more places, learnt from them, made new friends, felt and expressed myself in ways that I have never done... Dreamed some new dreams... Had new nightmares... and most of all... learnt new lessons which i will perhaps take with me to the end of my life...<br /><br />Well its not fair if i do not mention these people... the MSSCF committee 2008/2009... i've learnt so much more from you guys than i ever thought i would... the experiences good and bad have been chalked up as some of the best experiences in my university days... and i will never forget each and every one of you...<br /><br />and last but not least... the boy... hehe... all i can say is he makes me smile... and shy sometimes. :)<br /><br /><br />well... its the last stretch now... then... well its another chapter of my life... siiigghhh... miss miss... i'm gonna miss this... :)<br /><br /><br />XoXo<br />Kirsty<br /><br />(see even my sign off has changed =p)kirstyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09134716319321886272noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3837529254444827721.post-33261249655398469442008-10-26T02:08:00.002+00:002008-10-26T02:17:05.687+00:00blank.when people talk about you behind your back... you can feel their words like a fork stabbing at your lower back... brutal... yes...<br /><br />someones got to let the anger run...<br /><br />all of us have to make mistakes which we look back... and think... gosh... i was sooo stupid... i might regret that for the rest of my life...<br /><br />and then we have the one or the other... you'll never really know whether it all went wrong until its too late now isn't it???<br /><br />the cliche of being alone giving you time to think is really heartbreaking... especially when u think what ur doing is the act of a complete slut...<br /><br />hence making you want to bury yourself in a truckload of work and company and never ever ever feel...kirstyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09134716319321886272noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3837529254444827721.post-50697791095331992702008-10-07T11:00:00.003+01:002008-10-07T11:38:40.964+01:00Imagine...<object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dvgZkm1xWPE&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dvgZkm1xWPE&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object><br /><br /><br />I got 'poisoned' into listening to this song more carefully...<br /><br />with the many references to christianity i thought it would be a song about jesus christ or something but... once i read a few forums and listened to it myself...<br /><br />this was the picture painted in my head...<br /><br />just imagine...<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" >A King.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.rcplondon.ac.uk/heritage/royalconnections/KingHenryVIII.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.rcplondon.ac.uk/heritage/royalconnections/KingHenryVIII.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />A great King, powerful if not great... So great his enemies shuddered before him.<br /><br />But ironically, with great power, comes the need for great inner strength to not use it to corrupt...<br /><br />A strength which he failed to muster i suppose...<br /><br />So like all great Kings, our King fell... Overthrown and tossed out into the streets...<br /><br />And the revolutionaries who plotted this seizure of power tell the people their old King is dead...<br /><br />So our once great King listens to his own people celebrate his own 'death' and the rise of a new King while he sweeps the streets...<br /><br />Now our King is no fool, and not dillusioned either i suppose... He knows he won't survive very long on the streets, he'll most probably die soon...<br /><br />But even as he prays to his God for strength, courage and mercy;<br /><br />He knows, looking back on his conduct as King, that he will never be admitted into 'heaven' by those who guard it...<br /></span></div><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" ></span><br /><br /><br /><br />If you look at the video I think Coldplay has tried to make the entire video look like an old painting... which is way cool actually...<br /><br />As a disclaimer i know nothing about English or European history, so that depiction up there is a picture which i found... fitting... for my version of the story...<br /><br />So now when i listen to this song... i just close my eyes... and <span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">IMAGINE</span></span>.<br /><br /><br />p.s. I know there have been people who have said that its about themselves and their own experience with the bad side of fame... and some more about the French revolution... but i like my interpretation thank you very much and it don't have to make sense to you... just to me. :)kirstyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09134716319321886272noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3837529254444827721.post-63564283437788263532008-05-30T03:59:00.006+01:002008-10-07T10:55:25.095+01:00sometimes i look back at what might have been...<br /><br />today was one of those days...<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://james.istop.com/music/musicals.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://james.istop.com/music/musicals.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />you know... i can't believe i cried...<br /><br />but then again... those people on the screen were living my dream...<br /><br />ahhh... the road not taken...<br /><br />such horrid timing when i should really be focusing on the path i did choose...<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7b3NbxNd0OjbrX6n-zL7CjfMszMeFCJllIcDQorHGx_gMg6ewWZJQhUvrNfirqRMaTJvzBMyktCO-t2rKx86ZhggbPVb8oeC-KicyAbM7VQFgkIy66ImxG2s5uOT6oNU-RXBFDW-MdVA/s1600-h/cartoon.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7b3NbxNd0OjbrX6n-zL7CjfMszMeFCJllIcDQorHGx_gMg6ewWZJQhUvrNfirqRMaTJvzBMyktCO-t2rKx86ZhggbPVb8oeC-KicyAbM7VQFgkIy66ImxG2s5uOT6oNU-RXBFDW-MdVA/s320/cartoon.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206003527773976002" border="0" /></a><br /><br />in retrospect...<br /><br />i think i took the easier way out...<br /><br />made everyone except myself completely happy...<br /><br />to be fair i can hardly imagine my life without my present position...<br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">i don't regret it don't get me wrong...<br /><br />but there are times when i still dream...<br /><br />well... you know what they say about roads not taken...<br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /><div style="text-align: center;">take a vacation to the other side of the wall sometimes...<br /><br />might do you good...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />my vacation??? hehehe... probably coming up next year in february... watch out for it!! i'm excited already!!! <img src="http://www.xanga.com/images/winky.gif" /><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div>kirstyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09134716319321886272noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3837529254444827721.post-65694084321553242432008-05-30T03:44:00.003+01:002008-05-30T03:59:17.579+01:00<div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">taken directly from my old blog...<br /><br />for days when i feel... dark...<br /><br />this song was and still is my muse...<br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" > <a href="http://kirstylimjz.blogspot.com/search?q=sharpest+lives">"The Sharpest Lives" by My Chemical Romance</a></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />ahhh... how darkness consumes...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div>kirstyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09134716319321886272noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3837529254444827721.post-31794758830571723762008-04-20T03:01:00.004+01:002008-04-21T00:23:07.444+01:00<span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:180%;" >87 <span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">plus</span> one... </span><br /><br />(edit... change of name by popular demand)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDatcasYQOGlEib1wPS0Fu523hD0UUOGUecWoxUNImQgk9Vrye84HdfP8sH-zbTmZ-vseqPPQWdnSInIM7zaZbXr8XhsPOk0_UtzhU5wXcQnsJtH4-lvyMLq-gzb6RytV6bFDIP2p6fII/s1600-h/87+minus+one.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDatcasYQOGlEib1wPS0Fu523hD0UUOGUecWoxUNImQgk9Vrye84HdfP8sH-zbTmZ-vseqPPQWdnSInIM7zaZbXr8XhsPOk0_UtzhU5wXcQnsJtH4-lvyMLq-gzb6RytV6bFDIP2p6fII/s400/87+minus+one.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191141900803800530" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />the dawn of a new era...<br /><br />say hello to the <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >Malaysian Students Society of Cardiff Committee 2008/2009</span>...<br /><br /><br />come on people lets do this!!!<br /><br />After exams la... HEHE!!kirstyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09134716319321886272noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3837529254444827721.post-1697408567061059312008-04-13T14:47:00.003+01:002008-04-13T15:16:43.415+01:00<span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" >ITS A HARD KNOCK LIFE... </span><br /><br /><br /><br /><table style="border-collapse: collapse;"><tbody><tr><td colspan="2"><embed src="http://stuff.pyzam.com/toys/countdown.swf?maturity=0805160900B069085032076097119032069120097109115032" quality="high" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" align="middle" height="60" width="350"></embed></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><br /><table style="border-collapse: collapse;"><tbody><tr><td colspan="2"><embed src="http://stuff.pyzam.com/toys/countdown.swf?maturity=0805171300B073110116046032080114111112101114116121032076097119032069120097109115032" quality="high" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" align="middle" height="60" width="350"></embed></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><br /><table style="border-collapse: collapse;"><tbody><tr><td colspan="2"><embed src="http://stuff.pyzam.com/toys/countdown.swf?maturity=0805231300B084111114116032069120097109115" quality="high" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" align="middle" height="60" width="350"></embed></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><br /><table style="border-collapse: collapse;"><tbody><tr><td colspan="2"><embed src="http://stuff.pyzam.com/toys/countdown.swf?maturity=0805281300B076097110100032076097119032069120097109115032" quality="high" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" align="middle" height="60" width="350"></embed></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><br /><table style="border-collapse: collapse;"><tbody><tr><td colspan="2"><embed src="http://stuff.pyzam.com/toys/countdown.swf?maturity=0805311300B067111109112097110121032076097119032069120097109115032" quality="high" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" align="middle" height="60" width="350"></embed></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><br /><table style="border-collapse: collapse;"><tbody><tr><td colspan="2"><embed src="http://stuff.pyzam.com/toys/customcdown.swf?maturity=1212220800000:0:15724521:11345952:ahny1:Exams032are032over033033033033032" quality="high" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" align="middle" height="180" width="300"></embed><br /></td></tr></tbody></table>kirstyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09134716319321886272noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3837529254444827721.post-34814251167757719172008-04-07T01:31:00.003+01:002008-04-07T01:54:10.358+01:00when i say friendship you say????<br /><br />hmm??<br /><br />is that a yeah i heard??? well well... i suppose the truth of the matter is that nowadays... friendships... good ones are hard to come by...<br /><br />and even the good ones don't tend to stick nowadays...<br /><br />but to me... that does not discount all the good times that we have shared as friends...<br /><br />sure she told on you a year after...<br />and yes... maybe he did tell your crush that you liked him/her...<br /><br />as much as these events may have marred the relationship... it does not... and will not take away the laughter and smiles once shared....<br /><br /><br />i'm not preaching forgiveness...<br /><br />hell people who know me will tell you that i do not forgive easily at all...<br /><br />all i'm saying is that we should always remember the times we have shared with other people... because i believe... a person... anyone who crosses paths in their lives... only if for a few seconds... will create an imprint in our paths of life...<br /><br />remember that guy who told u that you had a nice butt??? (did wonders for my self asteem when i was feeling down)<br /><br />and that woman who smiled at you when you gave her way at a junction??? (made you feel like you did a good deed for the day)<br /><br />well...<br /><br />i've met some amazing people in the past few weeks... i bet u know who you are you HUJAN darlings... ***hugggssss***<br /><br />people whom i hope i'll keep in touch n stay friends with for the longest of times...<br /><br />we all came from different backgrounds yet similar worlds...<br /><br />but not once did that ever come in the way of us getting to know each other better...<br /><br />this project (my dear ahmad shakiran & team), with or without regards to its financial positions... is.... in my eyes a success...<br /><br />because it is through this project... that we all learned responsibility, friendship, kindness, respect and ambition...<br /><br />i'll never forget the Easter holidays of 2008...<br /><br />and i'll most definitely.. not forget all of you...<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIH45y3sTkWDkotNrW-j2v5CjZDvjUsiuyrhR7vA1uPjq6PAE7pFhY4X-iGP1HKLFPitoRrusuJO5KTab4nz4nNrP9REQrRDVBx3dHOKxIUu0iwySimjUmusNZS4KrRS4R8hTaPNN7o1k/s1600-h/17803277.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIH45y3sTkWDkotNrW-j2v5CjZDvjUsiuyrhR7vA1uPjq6PAE7pFhY4X-iGP1HKLFPitoRrusuJO5KTab4nz4nNrP9REQrRDVBx3dHOKxIUu0iwySimjUmusNZS4KrRS4R8hTaPNN7o1k/s320/17803277.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186300202604733634" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />thank you. thank you all. =)kirstyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09134716319321886272noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3837529254444827721.post-17417380661525815332008-03-26T01:55:00.004+00:002008-03-26T02:18:42.803+00:00<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">LDR = Long Distance Relationships</span></span><br /><br /><br />people often ask me how it is we managed? why bother?<br /><br />i can hardly count the amount of times i've heard the words 'too far', 'too hard', etc etc.<br /><br />to most people, LDR = impossible.<br /><br /><br />well... i don't blame most people.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">most people would not want to only be able to hear their partner's voice.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">most people would not want to give up temptations because somewhere, 10,000km away, someone will get hurt. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">most people would not want to go through the emotional torment of saying goodbye. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">most people would not want to not be able to hug your loved one when he or she is hurt. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">most people, would not want to feel helpless. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">most people would not want to have to live life tearing whenever you see something which reminds them of him or her. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">and well, i suppose most people would not want to have to stare at couples on the street and feel that pinch of jealousy. </span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;">However, i guess most people have not yet been lucky enough to find a person special enough to take this chance with.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;">And i suppose, most people will not have loved enough to not want to let go despite the hardships.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">I'm not being arrogant, nor am i putting down the average jane/joe. </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">All i am doing is offering an explanation, however cheesy or corny it may sound, to the existence, and survival, of the small percentage of LDRs in this world. </span><br /><br /><br />I hope, my dear friends, that this answers your question(s).<br /><br />Goodnight.kirstyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09134716319321886272noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3837529254444827721.post-17027759276314226102008-03-24T02:35:00.002+00:002008-03-24T02:53:41.482+00:00panic attacks. when little insecurities become real issues.<br /><br /><br /><br />i've never been one for consistency. or disciplined routines for that matter.<br /><br />i know, not a very clever way to lead life but thats the way it always has been.<br /><br /><br />perhaps its these inconsistencies which lead to the way i am feeling right now.<br /><br />trivial? maybe to you. it was to me. but not any more.<br /><br /><br />what if... something you've known your whole life. whole 20 years of your life. suddenly dissipates in the course of.... oh i don't know... 11 months? a year??<br /><br />and not having the discipline to maintain what you've had for the perhaps 19 years before that, you just let it slide... attributing it to a change in environment, perhaps a little meat to the bones so to speak is not a bad thing.<br /><br />but when one day... one random day in that 20 plus years of your life. you take a step and realize what you had is now in the past. and you're left with this new image. and in today's modern society, a negative image of yourself.<br /><br />and as this hits you, there's a tidal wave of guilt as well as disbelief and betrayal by your own system which hits at the very same time...<br /><br />and the next thing you know... you're shivering... the man you love is telling you to calm down while you experience sobbing like you've never had before...<br /><br />ridiculous. you think to yourself. a little bit on the side isn't going to stop him from loving you. or more importantly change the person that you are today.<br /><br /><br />but yet... you know. your thoughts and your person will never be the same again. the self confidence that you had so confidently 3 weeks ago. now severely shaken. and why? through your own personal mental torment.<br /><br /><br />why am i writing this down? well...<br /><br /><br />its because i want to remember this day.<br /><br />these thoughts in my head.<br /><br />and perhaps... with the help of a certain very appreciated someone.<br /><br />i will look back on this day. and feel proud that i did something to overcome this.<br /><br /><br />but more than anything.<br /><br />its not everyday that A NEW INSECURITY IS BORN.<br /><br />and god bless me but insecurities are the only children of mine whom i will only be too glad and too proud to personally murder.<br /><br />and as dark as the last sentence is. i bet everyone out there feels the same way.kirstyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09134716319321886272noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3837529254444827721.post-81660762724262547922008-03-17T20:52:00.010+00:002008-03-18T00:34:15.931+00:00<span style="font-size:180%;"><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">DWEEEMMMMM GUURRRLLLL.... </span></span><br /><br />Next day Bosan lagi... So...<br /><br />I now present to you.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglMOiWkMxMuzxl2-nxF7w2kktiHzHLrsrk_b3PzFCMcMEdzxnIdId98Nf8A31DqYxtJKdEgh3zwfMQ2bcIlECB2Vl2r5AU9kBqyYg8c2krQXd0mXnAmWfuBP6xKGdUm5Wrh8sLFOYLgQY/s1600-h/funny-rabbit-thumb669114.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglMOiWkMxMuzxl2-nxF7w2kktiHzHLrsrk_b3PzFCMcMEdzxnIdId98Nf8A31DqYxtJKdEgh3zwfMQ2bcIlECB2Vl2r5AU9kBqyYg8c2krQXd0mXnAmWfuBP6xKGdUm5Wrh8sLFOYLgQY/s320/funny-rabbit-thumb669114.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178817191455031938" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" >The Bunny awards for Malaysian Dream Girl Auditions 2008:</span><br /></div><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" >1. 'I'll be misunderstood' Bunny</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt8lzbAM6wGarztGh6IUIBKH5Q98ra5d6EPlhuZfJINzQUhPffPsTkIiktDMFoHY9UHLUEvto-bwHj4NP0ZOxdDc4RQIESqKwv4EpeKRCPiML7V-16dZF4uv6upJjGmQEACXbTn6RkdmQ/s1600-h/cindy.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt8lzbAM6wGarztGh6IUIBKH5Q98ra5d6EPlhuZfJINzQUhPffPsTkIiktDMFoHY9UHLUEvto-bwHj4NP0ZOxdDc4RQIESqKwv4EpeKRCPiML7V-16dZF4uv6upJjGmQEACXbTn6RkdmQ/s320/cindy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178819205794693778" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Kenny: Has anyone ever taken photos of you before?<br /><br />Cindy: Actually i have this friend.. He err.. bring in <span style="font-weight: bold;">MASSAGE CHAIR</span> from china!! you know.. the people sit and...<br /><br />Jimmy: Yes we know what a massage chair is!<br /><br />Cindy: So yeah i was the face --- the chair.<br /><br />Jimmy: WHHHAATTT??? <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">**LAUGH LAUGH LAUGH** </span><br /><br />Kenny: How can your face be on the massage chair i don't understand.<br /><br />Cindy: Face for!!!!<br /><br />Jimmy: <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">***LAUGH LAUGH LAUGH***</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Congratulations Cindy!!! </span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">For that you've won yourself bunnyhop passes to Robbie William's Concert to watch Robbie make out with some chick while singing Misunderstood while you get carried away by his bodygaurds cuz they just didn't believe you when you told them you wanted to ask him how he writes a song about being misunderstood on national television and makes money out of it. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" >2. 'I'm a Barbie Girl' Bunny </span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc0heomWoo8A0UEJRSwSV-Hyf7Tv1X4mqsKRePNBGQk_SDhNvRIJm3RuoxMwUOXJcXrQYvFJoQO8H6LEd76skzDiiv1P83ISuhOgCYS7SIckYLfDpzEjyunwlyDzVkuAhOojgu2mo5U94/s1600-h/barbie.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc0heomWoo8A0UEJRSwSV-Hyf7Tv1X4mqsKRePNBGQk_SDhNvRIJm3RuoxMwUOXJcXrQYvFJoQO8H6LEd76skzDiiv1P83ISuhOgCYS7SIckYLfDpzEjyunwlyDzVkuAhOojgu2mo5U94/s320/barbie.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178823144279704226" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Doll face, Blue eyes (contacts), too much make-up (according to the judges laa), Boobs, and legs...<br /><br />Minus the blonde hair.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Congratulations Giselle! You've won the 'I'm a Barbie' Bunny Award!! </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;">Now for this award you've earned yourself a pink sports car complete with stereo which plays only your team song by 'Aqua'!!! Use it to drive you and Ken around till he gets sick and tells you he wants a divorce. Hey, the managers from Barbie's promotional company called for it. Not me!! </span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >3. 'Honesty' Bunny</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRNo1g1TIuR_iKAW2P_aTGM5TVZjVSrtev5npZqRKHh_ehJ6nuunC_nOYo3ZD0o1nPO5mYJmmYIWVkhrWuSRe9vUparPZaUu-0gCds2Q9AybSh488Crbo0NjL1agNkPESyyRTBITACTzE/s1600-h/alison.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRNo1g1TIuR_iKAW2P_aTGM5TVZjVSrtev5npZqRKHh_ehJ6nuunC_nOYo3ZD0o1nPO5mYJmmYIWVkhrWuSRe9vUparPZaUu-0gCds2Q9AybSh488Crbo0NjL1agNkPESyyRTBITACTzE/s320/alison.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178825656835572402" border="0" /></a><br />Honesty.. is such a lonely wordd...<br /><br />Alison: "I am a bit different.. ... Very confident... And just out to have a bit of a laugh... And....<br /><br />I NEED A NEW CAR... so..."<br /><br />So Alison... 'Honesty' Bunny is yours!!!<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">For winning this prize... You get mummy's praise... And a scholarship to Harvard Law School. Someone's gotta teach you to lie hun. </span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" >4. 'I'm a bitch... I'm a... no just the Bitch part goes' Bunny</span><br /><br />Kenny: Interesting outfit.<br /><br />Mohd... : Thanks!!<br /><br />Kenny: Thats not a compliment...<br /><br />DOOHHH!!!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpAr_xNO5y3o8piF9Sl_gThT7rl1ApILj5uM1SbSO31Ife03hgfX8Mc9VEUlvEngepOnpuxisb3XDLkY-JXwJMqIj3dcOpFDaj4Q3MFo_alqDm6WX8UtnhH14R_yiIFV9u1x_YwKPIehE/s1600-h/bitch.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpAr_xNO5y3o8piF9Sl_gThT7rl1ApILj5uM1SbSO31Ife03hgfX8Mc9VEUlvEngepOnpuxisb3XDLkY-JXwJMqIj3dcOpFDaj4Q3MFo_alqDm6WX8UtnhH14R_yiIFV9u1x_YwKPIehE/s320/bitch.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178873330972558066" border="0" /></a><br /><br />The hands on the hips were the first sign.<br /><br />The moment you got all defensive when Kenny said your Jacket was ugly (ya think??!!??)...<br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">Thats when the flashing neon lights spelling the word "BITCH" with an arrow pointed towards you switched on... </span> <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">"Why should I wear it for other people's opinion?? (huh??) I'm here!!" </span><br /><br />righhtt..<br /><br />For this award you win. <span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" ><br /><br />NOTHING.</span> BAH...<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" >5. 'U-G-L-Y!!! YOU AIN'T GOT NO ALIBI' Bunny</span><br /><br />i'm sorry la... but the minute you walked in with that gum in your mouth... i already made up my mind...<br /><br />from the oily complexion to the dry hair and the horrid dressing...<br /><br />if that wasn't enough. You tried to 'pose' like a 'model'.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpE_kXxEJnSS8gEr6B_yfz4Ae9WA4O0LB5OJWLQzVhZFe1r1rMyHhPbfCTiexyncRLy_TSrFs6ZuBLCOVkEsWeOD7IVWufhKPj17-MLHj66nDpMVWIyUTWksLmqTjPyImjRZ9wnnCPx9I/s1600-h/ugly.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpE_kXxEJnSS8gEr6B_yfz4Ae9WA4O0LB5OJWLQzVhZFe1r1rMyHhPbfCTiexyncRLy_TSrFs6ZuBLCOVkEsWeOD7IVWufhKPj17-MLHj66nDpMVWIyUTWksLmqTjPyImjRZ9wnnCPx9I/s320/ugly.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178832460063769298" border="0" /></a><br /><br />............<br /><br />its my great displeasure to announce that you...<br /><br />Are have officially won the 'U-G-L-Y' Bunny.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">You don't need to win these... You need to go get yourself a bunch of lady magazines. Learn how to ACT like a lady/girl/.... not you. and stop watching television. </span><br /><br /><br />LAST BUT NOT LEAST...<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" >6. 'So Irritating' Bunny </span><br /><br />And... i'm sure alot of you who watch this know who this award goes to...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" >DRUMMRROOOLLLL....<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAlHwPA78Fs9g1xCUNXP1-u_MxgHVe3pNFjYh6Q0sh-2-oZgWk5Mb8DKJjUuHywIxMTFYAMNE0kxQTl7NDD-dWMNifSPUF68t2qAOslB5zt3RuET_b6l8pzNVNx12E8YjSLkRsU99mUUU/s1600-h/kenny.bmp"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAlHwPA78Fs9g1xCUNXP1-u_MxgHVe3pNFjYh6Q0sh-2-oZgWk5Mb8DKJjUuHywIxMTFYAMNE0kxQTl7NDD-dWMNifSPUF68t2qAOslB5zt3RuET_b6l8pzNVNx12E8YjSLkRsU99mUUU/s400/kenny.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178834714921599714" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Hey I'm sure Elaine would agree.. Did you realize how pissed she was at you??!!?<br /><br />Look Kenny, i love reading your blog. I think its hilarious...<br /><br />and i really appreciate the type of 'guy on the street' judgment you're trying to hold in this competition...<br /><br />BUT...<br /><br />i got quite annoyed with you by the end of the show...<br /><br />the lack of professionalism as a judge kinda made me cringe...<br /><br />and yes... i agree... every reality tv show needs a brutally honest judge on the panel...<br /><br />Honey...<br /><br />Tone down la ok???<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">For this award... You get to bask in the glory of being the 'Simon Cowell' of Malaysian Dream Girls 2008... **BEEPPP**</span><br /><br /><br />*********************************************************************************<br /><br />And thus ends the bunny awards this time around...<br /><br />Let me say again that these awards are based on my personal opinion and you are very much welcomed to disagree with me.<br /><br />So long! Farewell! auf Wiedersehen & good night all!!!kirstyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09134716319321886272noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3837529254444827721.post-13303667733527914512008-03-17T19:54:00.007+00:002008-03-17T20:51:02.182+00:00CHECK CHECK!!!<br /><br />hello hello...<br /><br />ok siap!!<br /><br /><br />alrighty... all systems go!!<br /><br />first of all... let me just say that whatever i write on this blog...<br /><br />if i may intentionally or unintentionally insult anyone...<br /><br />if i hurt anyone out there...<br /><br />i'm sorry.<br /><br />tapi...<br /><br />ITS MY BLOG KAN??!!!!??<br /><br />WAKAKAKAKA!!! I SUKA I TEMBAK LA!!!<br /><br /><br />lalalala...<br /><br />now thats out of the way...<br /><br /><br />lets go!!!<br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">Episode 1 & 2 : </span></span><br /><br />i watched these a while back... but went back to skim through them for the purpose of this post...<br />OMFG...<br /><br />i realized...<br /><br />i hardly watched the first episode at all!!!<br /><br />tau kenape tak???<br /><br />1st Contestant:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlteODSbnv4g1rSR81tNHiAdJhXfWCbJpj6NZSO1Xn2Jjd-SwDHpeegxW8_bQG4BCYPYlQaI3P8XJleafIa1NUTuElAGC7cEdIMVZcKI9hXxW2kBXAH12w_ql7tkLY3iZtBcvC9KVGxTA/s1600-h/fairuz.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlteODSbnv4g1rSR81tNHiAdJhXfWCbJpj6NZSO1Xn2Jjd-SwDHpeegxW8_bQG4BCYPYlQaI3P8XJleafIa1NUTuElAGC7cEdIMVZcKI9hXxW2kBXAH12w_ql7tkLY3iZtBcvC9KVGxTA/s320/fairuz.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178805852741370418" border="0" /></a> "I'm wearing glasses cuz i didn't wear my contacts"<br /><br />OK THANKS BYE.<br /><br />FOORRWWAARRRDDD.....<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbTsqg79p2KOshreHcGRHOv9OGwGHfYv3dcsmFuuJC-oq1NmSdxMWpq0xkTqWhwWLn2m4DvR4ix2vdp48b-wMrCZI2CamFjk6-nFuXkzWnd1cSaudB5HR04fAKZex6RChZCyQ-IDrHnCw/s1600-h/grey.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbTsqg79p2KOshreHcGRHOv9OGwGHfYv3dcsmFuuJC-oq1NmSdxMWpq0xkTqWhwWLn2m4DvR4ix2vdp48b-wMrCZI2CamFjk6-nFuXkzWnd1cSaudB5HR04fAKZex6RChZCyQ-IDrHnCw/s320/grey.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178807154116461122" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />NAAHHHH...<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz0Ik_2a_UWVUwkPFWLSWBEc_H-z5yFu_8Vr6hNuM0ZBbNZBhB_D9xzA4MjjrtuRrV0XsNv3FCl9U9wIK7KErCxqYPC6LFzT97FQsU1ShG7PCUmPVUmjZOo-bn5_S9nzZUd145MQfTLEQ/s1600-h/bollywood.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz0Ik_2a_UWVUwkPFWLSWBEc_H-z5yFu_8Vr6hNuM0ZBbNZBhB_D9xzA4MjjrtuRrV0XsNv3FCl9U9wIK7KErCxqYPC6LFzT97FQsU1ShG7PCUmPVUmjZOo-bn5_S9nzZUd145MQfTLEQ/s320/bollywood.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178807764001817170" border="0" /></a><br />"This one Bollywood style! My mother made for me."<br /><br />Oh did she?? Aww.. Sho Shweeettt... Really.<br /><br />But NEXT!!!<br /><br /><br />WHHOOOAAA...<br /><br />*BLINK BLINK*<br /><br />she tall...<br /><br />People... meet Adeline..<br /><br />Those of you who follow the show will probably know that she did make it through in the end.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">FIRST IMPRESSION:</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">CAN-A YOU SPEAK-A IN THE ENG-GE-LISHY???</span><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrp5jD5YJg4qGkfBga9DXrVOUxaLe_Mmjdv0i9YwdlSzTTzPixJU_lxh0OfXfVkQcD7sEMZWDAkMknmIOwd5FVp3IX3zb6EGXB6yIGOpQ7bgnkE66YAnO56p2nXEBic-tt2BfuQqJpUNA/s1600-h/adeline.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrp5jD5YJg4qGkfBga9DXrVOUxaLe_Mmjdv0i9YwdlSzTTzPixJU_lxh0OfXfVkQcD7sEMZWDAkMknmIOwd5FVp3IX3zb6EGXB6yIGOpQ7bgnkE66YAnO56p2nXEBic-tt2BfuQqJpUNA/s320/adeline.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178809696737100386" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Dude in red shirt: "So what do you think your chances are in this competition?"<br /><br />Adeline: "Err... my chances arr?? My height."<br /><br /><img src="http://www.xanga.com/images/wtf.gif" /><br /><br />right.<br /><br />Adeline has the body of a model. Although at the time i didn't think she really had the face for one.<br /><br />Stereotypical.<br /><br />Good skin. TALL. Skinny.<br /><br />There ya go.<br /><br />Judges couldn't be too picky looking at the choices they had before this.<br /><br />So. DUH! Masuk.<br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" >OK. At this point. I was bored. </span>And believe me. If I were to go through all the contestants with you, you'd be bored too...<br /><br />Hats off. Goodbye. <br /><br />Go to sleep.kirstyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09134716319321886272noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3837529254444827721.post-7121558939628005742008-03-17T00:37:00.004+00:002008-03-17T19:53:55.524+00:00<span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" >The rarebit is BACCKKK!!!</span><br /><br />woohhoo!!! the rarebit is screaming from her current residence in windy windy Wales!!!<br /><br />Shall keep this short and simple... i'm bored.<br /><br />there's nothing to do at night except watch online TV & study...<br /><br /><br />being the ever so dilligent bunny hop that i am...<br /><br />studying is ever so neglected to do more interesting things...<br /><br /><br />by interesting i mean....<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiPH0GCimmvpWk9O6mT6fOAC596Sj6X9w2dgyf23MIUshZuu4yl-CkuwJyixVod62i4vO9GFVqwnefMsb-XQ9FYOTG-CUDngKexLoUPHpUMUicdUlDwWd0j_dmNIg9MYdvVN01oJvjwmk/s1600-h/mdg+group.bmp"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiPH0GCimmvpWk9O6mT6fOAC596Sj6X9w2dgyf23MIUshZuu4yl-CkuwJyixVod62i4vO9GFVqwnefMsb-XQ9FYOTG-CUDngKexLoUPHpUMUicdUlDwWd0j_dmNIg9MYdvVN01oJvjwmk/s400/mdg+group.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178800398132904482" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.malaysiandreamgirl.tv/"><br />WATCHING MALAYSIAN DREAM GIRL!!!</a><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"> </span><br /><br />i can almost literally hear the readers go 'chieehh'<br /><br />*in her best cinapek slang*<br /><br />"aiiiyyaaa... you can wait o nottttt??? i tell tell you why la... shhh!!! come here come here... aiiiyyaaa lai laaaa ni shi bu shi pa wo hui yao diao ni de tou maaahhhh???? lai lai lai!!!"<br /><br />"you know write... if right... you watch malaysian dwweeeeaaammm girrrlll rrriigghhttt... and then aahhh... you go on the giu mehh arr??"<br /><br />"INTERNET!!! hai la hai la"<br /><br />"then right you go do the blogg-ggiinngg arrhhh... hhoooiii yooohhh they pay you money wann ok!!!!"<br /><br />teeehhehee...<br /><br />that and i'm finding all the excuses in the world not to study... =p<br /><br /><br />toodles!!!kirstyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09134716319321886272noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3837529254444827721.post-68927009349299771842007-10-25T12:49:00.001+01:002007-10-25T12:59:50.415+01:00<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Lesson of the day:</span> <span style="font-style: italic;">Spiders... EEEEWWWWWWW!!!!!!</span></span><br /><br /><br />have you seen a cockder??? or a spyroach??? or cockspy???<br /><br /><br />lemme show u...<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEsnGukyKxe5oj0nPRDumPy4cwtHFzPr1W2bUAIZy4BooQG-AGAEVqLx5J-3RO7ejGBaaShGMrTFSaHxcHxCnr0Se3JVhq2e-U3JWF2xyPpv6hvGNyA55s6R-r4I6vAqCZVaQxhL4-OQI/s1600-h/cockder.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEsnGukyKxe5oj0nPRDumPy4cwtHFzPr1W2bUAIZy4BooQG-AGAEVqLx5J-3RO7ejGBaaShGMrTFSaHxcHxCnr0Se3JVhq2e-U3JWF2xyPpv6hvGNyA55s6R-r4I6vAqCZVaQxhL4-OQI/s320/cockder.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125240404816473490" border="0" /></a><br /><br />yes its dead....<br /><br />if you haven't figured out already... all those names out there explain that dead creature...<br /><br />cockroach + spider...<br /><br />go figure...<br /><br /><br />as you'd probably figured out by now... one of those creatures paid me a very unwelcomed visit in ma room...<br /><br /><br />well you're wrong...<br /><br /><br />2 of those fuckers made an appearance...<br /><br />both within 12 hours of each other...<br /><br />1. kirsty happily watching house... EEEKKKK!!! look who climbs out from behind the laptop??!!!??<br /><br /><br />2. in the loo loo... doing her business (don't ask which)... EEEKKKK!!! why is there a bunch of moving legs on her bathroom mat???!!!???? AARRRGGHHHH!!!!<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Lesson 2 of the day:</span> <span style="font-style: italic;">Desperation leads to innovation... </span></span><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqomuRvppXrayjFjMF4ESlE72BKZoAVORxJ44l6zF_py25DCb-TGLNcd9WA9_6MO9BYE3ulHxTrYG9Ji4e6f9Au_YZXtvJ20u1_yAzqNT7DkUcmw9mKmaGWi3kyBWVrEtLpVbJbo3Z4Hk/s1600-h/cockder+%282%29.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqomuRvppXrayjFjMF4ESlE72BKZoAVORxJ44l6zF_py25DCb-TGLNcd9WA9_6MO9BYE3ulHxTrYG9Ji4e6f9Au_YZXtvJ20u1_yAzqNT7DkUcmw9mKmaGWi3kyBWVrEtLpVbJbo3Z4Hk/s320/cockder+%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125240400521506178" border="0" /></a><br />spyroach killer... didn't want to dirty my statute book see... so yeah... sellotape and a piece of paper...<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZPdDjLPD_NlOZoY431FCgHIQMZmYtdY9LPP0NyfxbAoi3UN_TP4c28F0K0bOyfvcEiRCPe6Y_hCSwVAgEY6t_w2k7cn_JIkrh6RbRek3Xbpl0uRYFqnT3Hbqi3H0cnL0BLSplO31iNhA/s1600-h/cockder+%281%29.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZPdDjLPD_NlOZoY431FCgHIQMZmYtdY9LPP0NyfxbAoi3UN_TP4c28F0K0bOyfvcEiRCPe6Y_hCSwVAgEY6t_w2k7cn_JIkrh6RbRek3Xbpl0uRYFqnT3Hbqi3H0cnL0BLSplO31iNhA/s320/cockder+%281%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125240391931571570" border="0" /></a><br />spyroach juice...<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">LET THIS BE A DETTERENT TO ALL YOU SPYROACHES/COCKDERS/COCKSPIES/ROACHDERS OUT THERE!!<br /><br /><br />I HAVE A KILLING MACHINE DESIGNED FOR YOU...<br /><br /><br />AND I'M NOT AFRAID TO USE IT!<br /></span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">ps. don't you even think of calling big momma up to my room... when that happens i'll make a pact to wipe out your whole clan i promise you...</span>kirstyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09134716319321886272noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3837529254444827721.post-67272763560374034582007-10-16T12:46:00.000+01:002007-10-16T13:12:10.719+01:00<span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Lesson of the day</span><span style="font-style: italic;">: Rubbish meals are good both for your pocket.. and your health!!<br /><br /><br /></span></span>lynn: 'we should call this our rubbish meal!!!'<br /><br />its quite true really... our lunch today consisted of leftovers from the dinner we cooked 2 days ago...<br /><br />but... i must say... it turned out quite well... take a look!!!<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgopWnQSBnX-rHFDIAgk-h9oVeRt4t_2VGdGuFSi6vFPwVW7rII00DMo1RiC1Qfgoj7Q_H16SMgQeqqKf36dE9sP4tgS88lSKNWvbBOHNgS9ItSJkjqk_dP8uzKFzj0abS-mboUjPSOJCk/s1600-h/IMG_8454.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgopWnQSBnX-rHFDIAgk-h9oVeRt4t_2VGdGuFSi6vFPwVW7rII00DMo1RiC1Qfgoj7Q_H16SMgQeqqKf36dE9sP4tgS88lSKNWvbBOHNgS9ItSJkjqk_dP8uzKFzj0abS-mboUjPSOJCk/s320/IMG_8454.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121900374040441570" border="0" /></a><br />1. leftover chicken breast<br /><br />2. leftover veges<br /><br />3. gravy made from beef granules we already had in the cupboard<br /><br />4. yorkshire pudding (trust me its the english version of our 'yau char kuey')<br /><br /><br />ok fine the yorkshire pudding was the only thing we had to pay for this meal... lynn and i bought it this morning when we were at albany road shopping...<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">TOTAL COST :</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">16pence per person</span></span><br /><br /><br />not bad ehhh???<br /><br />lynn: 'we should be quite proud of ourselves!!' <img src="http://www.xanga.com/images/pleased.gif" /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />on a completely unrelated issue...<br /><br /><br />i thought i saw a mini cow walking around in the carpark outside my window yesterday...<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9Z7Tgydt0YXFUbbMS8X12CJL85woOuDpN-sdTHMUpLJYOVOeZqHedQPW8-3SjLQD9sQvtI8DOj-tRXqkf_ENRFSy8kK3ZWTtPdeWHjUhU09XpDe5H1g89oiteUzJciDIBGZb9S5igPHw/s1600-h/IMG_8448.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9Z7Tgydt0YXFUbbMS8X12CJL85woOuDpN-sdTHMUpLJYOVOeZqHedQPW8-3SjLQD9sQvtI8DOj-tRXqkf_ENRFSy8kK3ZWTtPdeWHjUhU09XpDe5H1g89oiteUzJciDIBGZb9S5igPHw/s320/IMG_8448.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121900352565605058" border="0" /></a><br /><br />yeah... i know... its not really a cow...<br /><br />but it sure looks like one...<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYifvniVNdivnpIIFiu3tQshYNfM3KQ-6OHUie8yWtcaFoIspdv66k6TyK_93hloVZsDqrbNhKrrouR_QSHzyp3nuZUyPHTBrFtEdxs42_NfEkLiC6xm1A0rxPwLfR0lXYcuB4YA7ByCM/s1600-h/IMG_8449.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYifvniVNdivnpIIFiu3tQshYNfM3KQ-6OHUie8yWtcaFoIspdv66k6TyK_93hloVZsDqrbNhKrrouR_QSHzyp3nuZUyPHTBrFtEdxs42_NfEkLiC6xm1A0rxPwLfR0lXYcuB4YA7ByCM/s320/IMG_8449.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121900365450506962" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />there was a point where i actually imagined it notice me taking pictures of it (i say it because it still looks like a cow to me..)...<br /><br /><br />i had half expected it to look up and go...<br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.istockphoto.com/file_thumbview_approve/321364/2/istockphoto_321364_goofy_cow.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.istockphoto.com/file_thumbview_approve/321364/2/istockphoto_321364_goofy_cow.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" >MMMOOOOOOOO!!!!!<br /></span></div><br /><br /><br /><img src="http://www.xanga.com/images/heart.gif" />,<br />his rarebit..kirstyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09134716319321886272noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3837529254444827721.post-80159600643179002382007-10-14T22:52:00.000+01:002007-10-14T23:52:45.899+01:00<span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >Lesson of the day: </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" >Hell hath no fury as a woman's scorn... </span><br /><br /><br />this is what i've always told my guy friends... never ever ever ever piss off a woman in love... or even a woman who trusts you... or maybe just a woman in general... the consequences are much more than the ego of 2 men combined can take... but lets talk about something cheerier before that shall we??<br /><br /><br />dinner... it was out turn to cook dinner for the bunch of malaysian friends this time around... so... lynn and i went shopping on friday to get the necessary stuff... and decided on this menu:<br /><br /><br />1. Tom yam soup with assorted seafood<br /><br />2. Chicken rendang<br /><br />3. Stir fry cabbage<br /><br />4. Omellete with onion, ham and cheese<br /><br />and of course...<br /><br />5. rice!!<br /><br /><br /><br />we set about cooking our yummy dinner at about 5.50pm?? i think... had to borrow a few pots and pans to get everything sorted..<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk3pgQwykcWV6qUm83kknfB8ls4ltACsgxFCWqsP88joeY56romaVOOuf6_pwzQlEe3pgGcFpR15FzjvfUujgzn3VBu7KAIJg9aq8p0YbOx-4K-pstVpdCU8aljDVc3SIwwcbEsWihpcU/s1600-h/cooking.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk3pgQwykcWV6qUm83kknfB8ls4ltACsgxFCWqsP88joeY56romaVOOuf6_pwzQlEe3pgGcFpR15FzjvfUujgzn3VBu7KAIJg9aq8p0YbOx-4K-pstVpdCU8aljDVc3SIwwcbEsWihpcU/s320/cooking.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121317667237458450" border="0" /></a> our raw stuff... lynn and i are suckers for those 2 for dunno how much stuff... hehe... i can hear her now... "damn aunty la we!!!"<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYr27BMy1uwy5t339FjX7g7stG8sOG7n-NPFJG0lGGGTWp3yzlYrB0EUhC1dODucIc7gkKq7VB9tnV2wHTMs6OeDqDd4l2aY9pRO24LzKHLSmueJD-NWSAMNIXIfYhE_4QBnz_GUo-8Cs/s1600-h/cooking+%281%29.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYr27BMy1uwy5t339FjX7g7stG8sOG7n-NPFJG0lGGGTWp3yzlYrB0EUhC1dODucIc7gkKq7VB9tnV2wHTMs6OeDqDd4l2aY9pRO24LzKHLSmueJD-NWSAMNIXIfYhE_4QBnz_GUo-8Cs/s320/cooking+%281%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121317693007262242" border="0" /></a> i was in a fix... on one hand this picture makes me look fat... on the other hand... its the only picture which shows me cooking.... <img src="http://www.xanga.com/images/confused.gif" /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXcdtXegtkgWrOZDbmGtaj_0Hk15WQA1tTlTI2xfAjT0xKRoYiFgBb6Ro8BF2ia9RtQUZbkHTYzc-3BMjldXeHDIwaDLKIhl1gpSiCZ3C0jczZPLtq5sEqIMtmcblNKdpdl9ENx8maXBM/s1600-h/cooking+%282%29.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXcdtXegtkgWrOZDbmGtaj_0Hk15WQA1tTlTI2xfAjT0xKRoYiFgBb6Ro8BF2ia9RtQUZbkHTYzc-3BMjldXeHDIwaDLKIhl1gpSiCZ3C0jczZPLtq5sEqIMtmcblNKdpdl9ENx8maXBM/s320/cooking+%282%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121317723072033330" border="0" /></a> rendang chicken in the making!!! looks oh so yummy!!! <img src="http://www.xanga.com/images/pleased.gif" /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPEz9zv2YJEOwDK_UmrhiMgtdjbSTdS5dcaZw9TVLbrz1sdgSnYnuzjlLnVHIC3jcf1vHZV6adDtOfrxIKIQgJ6qDFJWA3B9G9z8D69MVJh6yDgXTKMuS6UZT8-pzt0g2i3SOWZzNuzgg/s1600-h/cooking+%283%29.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPEz9zv2YJEOwDK_UmrhiMgtdjbSTdS5dcaZw9TVLbrz1sdgSnYnuzjlLnVHIC3jcf1vHZV6adDtOfrxIKIQgJ6qDFJWA3B9G9z8D69MVJh6yDgXTKMuS6UZT8-pzt0g2i3SOWZzNuzgg/s320/cooking+%283%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121317753136804418" border="0" /></a> lynn and... lip sing?? sorting out the omellete..<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY7nIlH4_ggKLuUcJe_0BiIJoKWa4QvWS_bWqsp8x0IbJKJsLeGV6EWPP05H_aneKngEMfS90AvX92fkp4_q4RhL5pKt7Fhy0bgJvPljnGdwGFJvmO4fSdmXxr0IY6fZD6lQMkOC-bZrE/s1600-h/cooking+%284%29.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY7nIlH4_ggKLuUcJe_0BiIJoKWa4QvWS_bWqsp8x0IbJKJsLeGV6EWPP05H_aneKngEMfS90AvX92fkp4_q4RhL5pKt7Fhy0bgJvPljnGdwGFJvmO4fSdmXxr0IY6fZD6lQMkOC-bZrE/s320/cooking+%284%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121317774611640914" border="0" /></a> we only had a small ickle rice cooker... can only cook max 2 cups at once... so had to cook 2 rounds of rice...<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYI7aYvjVdTnDV7_71OCMnFNirIZH4xwe9H4CnrPIb7einhVfYooFXkRqyqB5FTo-wZ27KCcbdZoJOwQHWsvRBQRxn-ixssjZtQuMwKdK8YcCZJA8lI_oHFcg1RFAtuFEiAAfm4PXyIhY/s1600-h/cooking+%285%29.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYI7aYvjVdTnDV7_71OCMnFNirIZH4xwe9H4CnrPIb7einhVfYooFXkRqyqB5FTo-wZ27KCcbdZoJOwQHWsvRBQRxn-ixssjZtQuMwKdK8YcCZJA8lI_oHFcg1RFAtuFEiAAfm4PXyIhY/s320/cooking+%285%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121318569180590738" border="0" /></a> the omellete which kenneth insisted on cooking himself... owwhh kaayyyy.... <img src="http://www.xanga.com/images/wtf.gif" /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhip8V0-mWqbbEHRy3qvW6MpOxgPR_8eqo6SJ9N1ZYai3ylKIu6MjlFHyh88LDAEPdqmkyt9-hVVulv5EJcPyeIS3J3q_s0BRVoj5UfMfEp0p7iQU4sB5o4ZMJ-tb8J_W_9HGY9mtYPntk/s1600-h/cooking+%286%29.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhip8V0-mWqbbEHRy3qvW6MpOxgPR_8eqo6SJ9N1ZYai3ylKIu6MjlFHyh88LDAEPdqmkyt9-hVVulv5EJcPyeIS3J3q_s0BRVoj5UfMfEp0p7iQU4sB5o4ZMJ-tb8J_W_9HGY9mtYPntk/s320/cooking+%286%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121318582065492642" border="0" /></a> kenneth very proud of himself... it turned out yummy btw... so it really didn't matter how it looks... kinda... hehe! <img src="http://www.xanga.com/images/silly.gif" /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4kIvzebiz-MnsREQitBOvBOpzZm9y63XkdOkYN4Q2YAsa8j1fGGE-qxa_IYSpVCPDZ-JVe2EBr-gb2JynPeHemi4hubrSiBl6eVVODgQvs7SFlRrZW2i6Wh3lR_5HtcqfAgRPMrq4klM/s1600-h/cooking+%287%29.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4kIvzebiz-MnsREQitBOvBOpzZm9y63XkdOkYN4Q2YAsa8j1fGGE-qxa_IYSpVCPDZ-JVe2EBr-gb2JynPeHemi4hubrSiBl6eVVODgQvs7SFlRrZW2i6Wh3lR_5HtcqfAgRPMrq4klM/s320/cooking+%287%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121318594950394546" border="0" /></a> the end result...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />after... 2 and a half hours maybe?? i know quite slow la... but with a bigger rice cooker and bigger pots and pans... we could have halfed the time at the very least... not to mention all the shifting of the food so we could eat at kenneth's flat... our kitchen was too small to eat in... overall a good meal.. and at least the boys were good... they actually cleaned up... good boys... <img src="http://www.xanga.com/images/pleased.gif" /> *pat pat*<br /><br /><br /><br />On an uglier note, directed at 2 men... i shall not mention names but... if ur smart... you'll figure it out...<br /><br /><br />No. 1 :<br />- Bastard, you made her cry... you have no idea how lucky you are that we are 10,000km away... if not... hahahaha... you would have learned today's lesson the hard way!! <img src="http://www.xanga.com/images/bitter.gif" /><br />whats scarier than 5 angry chicks threatening to rip your balls off... nyahaha!!! *sadistic maniacal laughter*<br /><br /><br />come to think of it?? did i say men?? i think i change my mind... not worthy of a title of such maturity...<br /><br /><br />No. 2 :<br />- You... you know who you are... i don't know what you're trying to make me think... and frankly i don't really care... the past is gone i promise you it won't come back... haha!! you didn't really want me back anyway... all u wanted was the ego of yours i destroyed... it doesn't bother me that you're now gone... i've got something with someone so much better anyway... what does bother me was that i was right... for 2 and a half years i was right... and i was lied to... and yet i stupidly hung on... i guess we all learn from our mistakes... and i know i'll never make that one again...<br />the sad thing about my personality is once i've been lied to... i don't forgive easily... in fact... i don't think when it comes to these things i've ever forgiven...<br />i've been hearing things about you and your friends from your own friends... i guess you guys will never change...<br />not like it matters... as i was explaining to lynn i lost most of my respect for you halfway through the relationship anyway...<br />lucky for me i learned to love again... and there's a spark in this one that never existed throughout our relationship from the very beginning and i don't see at all in many of the couples i know...<br /><br />hahahaha!!!<br /><br />well well... it seems to me that i've now got someone whose more a man that you'll probably ever be... what a praise ehh?? hehe... i know him... he'll live up to it... my lieon... teehehehe!!! <img src="http://www.xanga.com/images/silly.gif" /><br /><br /><br /><br />phew!!!<br /><br />now that thats outta my system... i think tort law is awaiting... i promised lieon i'd nerd a bit tonight and i want to keep my promise... i love having a blog thats not publicized... i can say anything i want without having ppl who aren't my close friends judge me... weeehheee!!!<br /><br /><br /><img src="http://www.xanga.com/images/heart.gif" />,<br />rarebit ahoy!!!kirstyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09134716319321886272noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3837529254444827721.post-2036010600551631532007-10-13T17:37:00.000+01:002007-10-13T17:43:16.015+01:00<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Lesson of the day:</span> <span style="font-style: italic;">Go out when its sunny... it doesn't happen very often in Cardiff... </span><br /></span><br /><br /><br />what i see outside my window almost everyday....<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK1sLabfX5GJrtd8Qxofe9TweIGWSoCrFlVUf7Qz8Ul9fzYc6NmOvH3CETR02dDcUj9pNbkQ9TTXtu8k4t_-HiEO2TDzbVe6mfHGI6iTy7alwH0vZuLMr5FMhgE2SznBcZViNrWbVvxTE/s1600-h/window+view.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK1sLabfX5GJrtd8Qxofe9TweIGWSoCrFlVUf7Qz8Ul9fzYc6NmOvH3CETR02dDcUj9pNbkQ9TTXtu8k4t_-HiEO2TDzbVe6mfHGI6iTy7alwH0vZuLMr5FMhgE2SznBcZViNrWbVvxTE/s320/window+view.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120861928257679858" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj35KO2RndyrXbE5n6lFZfiSzcBVzazlxvgmVaGEhZCGkUYU4jIAKkwnZGcd2qGRyRMF8kRplS9PFFaZonUxzMzTZP9z13FjWthbFViM3Dxcx0yeWc58JM6b_ZgHJcE1rGq6bJELWxGqG4/s1600-h/window+view+%281%29.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj35KO2RndyrXbE5n6lFZfiSzcBVzazlxvgmVaGEhZCGkUYU4jIAKkwnZGcd2qGRyRMF8kRplS9PFFaZonUxzMzTZP9z13FjWthbFViM3Dxcx0yeWc58JM6b_ZgHJcE1rGq6bJELWxGqG4/s320/window+view+%281%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120861936847614466" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />yes... senghennydd hall is located right next to the train tracks and a parking lot... so yes i do have to listen to trains passing by every single day...<br /><br />but more importantly... look at the weather...<br /><br />after the blissful tropical malaysian weather...<br /><br />its enough to make anyone miserable...<br /><br /><br /><img src="http://www.xanga.com/images/heart.gif" />,<br />his rarebit.. who is he??? he's my lieon...<br /><img src="http://www.xanga.com/images/winky.gif" />kirstyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09134716319321886272noreply@blogger.com0