<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781487379823731876</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Thu, 19 Nov 2009 03:08:24 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Just Breathe.</title><description></description><link>http://rianney.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Rianney.)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>383</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781487379823731876.post-6876543066308994408</guid><pubDate>Thu, 19 Nov 2009 03:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-19T03:08:24.885Z</atom:updated><title>Just Around The River Bend.</title><description>I'm leaving blogspot for awhile as a symbolic step to sort of have some form of change. I'm stuck at a stagnant point now so I thought I'd venture somewhere new to see how it works out. The new place is less user-friendly compared to Blogspot but I kinda like it there. Who knows, I may come back here in a week. Or maybe still do my GG rants here (coz I haven't figured out how to do expendable post summaries in the other blog garhhhh). Or maybe anything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So do come visit &lt;a href="http://rianney.tumblr.com"&gt;rianney.tumblr.com&lt;/a&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Head's up : loads and loads and loads of Bones in the new place. Ehehe. I'm kind of addicted, as you can tell :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781487379823731876-6876543066308994408?l=rianney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://rianney.blogspot.com/2009/11/just-around-river-bend.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rianney.)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781487379823731876.post-348114534819866113</guid><pubDate>Tue, 10 Nov 2009 19:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-10T20:12:10.158Z</atom:updated><title>OMG!</title><description>The much talked about, um, scene in GG has come and, um, it was certainly, um, unexpected. Yes, unexpected indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Spoilers on GG 3x09 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"They Shoot Humphreys, Don't They?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=8781487379823731876#" name="ToggleMore"&gt;More...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="collapse"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOLY MOLY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK I have to admit it was kinda anti climatic in an ZOMG kind of way. Anti climatic, because it was a threesome that's been so hyped up by everyone which kind of creeped me out coz I seriously thought about it and there's just no three characters on GG I'd really want to see do it! Seriously. And ZOMG because of all the other hotter, saucier characters available for the taking that would probably make such an awkward scene sexy and well, not awkward, they went with Dan-Olivia-Vanessa? Eurgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weirdest and most freaky of all is not the Dan and Olivia kissing suggestively in front of V, not even Olivia and V kissing but Dan and V making out was really really weird and it totally freaked me out. Had to fast forward to save my eyes from further torture. Eurgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To top it off, I can't decide who I can't stand more: Serena VDW or Jenny Humphrey. One thinks she's making all the right decisions from that high horse she rode in on and the other thinks she's a bad ass just coz she has on some black eyeshadow and weird hair extensions. I think this episode, Jenny takes the cake for being Bitch Queen with no self-esteem (rhyme not intended).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, I'm torn again. My episode is loading really really slow for some reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, who am I kidding. No one is more annoying than Serena. Jenny may be a pain in the ass but she's a small potato so who really cares. Serena's a self-righteous idiot for falling for Tripp's "I don't wanna ruin your future" speech and him carressing the scar she got from I Don't Know and I Don't Care. Eurgh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, as usual, thank the writers for Chuck and Blair who never fail to save an episode from crashing and burning. Oh, I love Chuck and Blair. In a non-threesome, non-freaky, non-Dan/Olivia/Vanessa kind of way. Eurgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/edit: I love BuddyTV's wrap-ups! (: This week's:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.buddytv.com/articles/gossip-girl/gossip-girl-wrap-up-if-they-do-32503.aspx"&gt;'Gossip Girl' Wrap-Up: If "They" Don't Shoot Humphreys, I'd Like To Volunteer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781487379823731876-348114534819866113?l=rianney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://rianney.blogspot.com/2009/11/omg.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rianney.)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781487379823731876.post-6474225163698284300</guid><pubDate>Sun, 08 Nov 2009 23:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-08T23:34:38.089Z</atom:updated><title>PMS Overdrive Gome Wonky.</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E0OZDGi-o4Y/SvdUimPxy3I/AAAAAAAACGY/nxSUtxwFUZg/s1600-h/DSC04905.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E0OZDGi-o4Y/SvdUimPxy3I/AAAAAAAACGY/nxSUtxwFUZg/s400/DSC04905.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401879231413209970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always miss home particularly more when my family is back in Melaka for a long weekend or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E0OZDGi-o4Y/SvdR-8q07xI/AAAAAAAACGQ/e6lWxc_MRQk/s1600-h/DSC03659.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E0OZDGi-o4Y/SvdR-8q07xI/AAAAAAAACGQ/e6lWxc_MRQk/s320/DSC03659.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401876419933695762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Trips back to Melaka, to me, is the epitome of family. No work, no school, barely any Internet - just family. And a lot of food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E0OZDGi-o4Y/SvdRa0xqwmI/AAAAAAAACF4/AzOgyD9ObK4/s1600-h/DSC03626.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E0OZDGi-o4Y/SvdRa0xqwmI/AAAAAAAACF4/AzOgyD9ObK4/s320/DSC03626.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401875799339614818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wish I could say I've always been this connected to the place where I was born in. But that fact alone makes every trip back a discovery, and as cliched as this sounds, I feel more and more connected to my roots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out it really does matter knowing where you come from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0OZDGi-o4Y/SvdRapbeuII/AAAAAAAACFw/1FEBIh1HioU/s1600-h/DSC01091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0OZDGi-o4Y/SvdRapbeuII/AAAAAAAACFw/1FEBIh1HioU/s320/DSC01091.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401875796293761154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Melaka. It's home, it's family, it's good food and it's love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0OZDGi-o4Y/SvdRbR_zgQI/AAAAAAAACGI/a-P3Tl_g6tU/s1600-h/DSC04909.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0OZDGi-o4Y/SvdRbR_zgQI/AAAAAAAACGI/a-P3Tl_g6tU/s320/DSC04909.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401875807183536386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's times like these that makes me really really really wish I wasn't 10000 freakin kilometers away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781487379823731876-6474225163698284300?l=rianney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://rianney.blogspot.com/2009/11/pms-overdrive-gome-wonky.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rianney.)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E0OZDGi-o4Y/SvdUimPxy3I/AAAAAAAACGY/nxSUtxwFUZg/s72-c/DSC04905.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781487379823731876.post-1022539286949974566</guid><pubDate>Sun, 08 Nov 2009 19:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-08T19:15:42.975Z</atom:updated><title>Long Lost.</title><description>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"When you are a kid you have your own language, and unlike French or Spanish or whatever you start learning in fourth grade, this one you're born with, and eventually lose. Everyone under the age of seven is fluent in Ifspeak; go hang around with someone under three feet tall and you'll see. What if a giant funnelweb spider crawled out of that hole over your head and bit you on the neck? What if the only antidote for venom was locked up in a vault on the top of a mountain? What if you live through the bite, but could only move your eyelids and blink out an aphabet? It doesn't really matter how far you go; the point is that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;it's a world of possibility&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. Kids think with their brains cracked wide open; becoming an adult, I've decided, is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;only a slow sewing shut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-My Sister's Keeper&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/8781487379823731876-1022539286949974566?l=rianney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://rianney.blogspot.com/2009/11/long-lost.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rianney.)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781487379823731876.post-3083074644200709689</guid><pubDate>Fri, 30 Oct 2009 20:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-30T21:08:08.116Z</atom:updated><title>Day to Day.</title><description>I practically spent the whole day in bed. It's not the first time, and I'ma tell you, each time I do it I feel damn guilty. And it's even worse here because it gets dark at like 4.30pm which makes me feel even more guilty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently living on a very day-to-day basis. Like, I do today what is due tomorrow. I don't do things ahead of schedule and while I have barely made it on time for a lot of things, I still don't do things in advance. Day by day, living like today is just something to get through so that tomorrow will come and so on so forth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need some excitement in my life. I think the most excitement I get is when my classes are all over for the day and I'm on the tube back to my place. Le sigh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But enough with the whining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm proud to announce that I've eaten out only 5 times thing month so far! Which is a huge improvement over how often I ate out in my first year (I'd say about 40-45 times a month?) It gives me a feeling of accomplishment somehow when I cook myself dinner and even though it lacks the flair of outside food, it tastes pretty damn awesome. Haha. Like today I fried noodles with minced pork and mushrooms for dinner. Fried noodles! Me! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also watched My Sister's Keeper today. Before I started, I already told myself to lower my expectations because I know it won't be as good as the book, in fact, nowhere near. Even so, I have to say the show was a let down :( Abigail Breslin was so so so so so so wrong for the role of Anna! Such a disappointment. Sigh. I think we're all doomed to watch movies that never live up to their books (read: Harry Potter). Except perhaps Lord Of The Rings but that's because the books were effing hard to understand in the first place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels a little quieter this week because no HIMYM, no TBBT and no Glee. Sigh. I'm considering downloading Bones because I watched one episode on Star World back in M'sia and got hooked so it must be a pretty good series huh. And yes, while I am still immensely fearful, I continue to download stuff because its convenience and speed is such a thing of beauty. I downloaded My Sister's Keeper in under 30 minutes and I almost weeped for joy. OK I didn't, but you see my point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the weekend! I really appreciate weekends when I'm not on a break for obvious reasons. Too bad they're always so darn tootin short! Or maybe that's because I spend most of it in bed as well. Ehehe :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781487379823731876-3083074644200709689?l=rianney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://rianney.blogspot.com/2009/10/day-to-day.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rianney.)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781487379823731876.post-3703768048115588907</guid><pubDate>Wed, 28 Oct 2009 00:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-28T01:53:53.692Z</atom:updated><title>I and Love and You.</title><description>I'm halfway through writing my rant-y post about the season so far for GG, OTH, Grey's, Glee, HIMYM and TBBT. So far, I have all but given up on OTH because season 7 has really been no fun to watch. Then, James Lafferty steps in as director for episode 7 ("I and Love and You") and gives us the best episode of the season so far and thus reminding me why I haven't given up on OTH just yet :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SPOILERS AHEAD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thoughts : One Tree Hill Season 7 Episode 7 "I and Love and You"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=8781487379823731876#" name="ToggleMore"&gt;Read on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="collapse"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say that the episode was pretty predictable so the fact that I still think it's the best episode of the season so far means it's some good shit. Not to be an insufferable know-it-all, but I knew Sarah was a ghost (from the previous episode) and I knew Dan wasn't gonna betray his son (all in his creepy grand plan to reform his life.. by marrying Rachel. right)! OK, I was on the fence about whether or not Rene was really carrying Nathan's kid but hell to the yea, I'm glad that's over and done with. Go Dan! Woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hands down, the best story of the episode was Clay and Sarah's. I knew that behind that cheeky grin and tortured eyes Clay had some left behind/heart breaking love story. Not to mention how good they look together! Sigh. Their story was told so beautifully and both actors have amazing chemistry together. The flashback scenes really made me believe they were very much in love and mind you, it only took one episode's worth of flashbacks. Yes, til this day, I still don't buy the Lucas-is-meant-to-be-with-Peyton thang. But, I digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one odd thing I liked was the fact that she died, just like that. Weird, but I liked how drastic it was. Plus, no cliched, awkward, "I have (insert incurable disease here)" moments. I feel like the suddenness compounded the feeling of loss felt by Clay and me as well. This kind of storyline has been used countless times but it sure worked wonders this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we have Nathan and Haley. I think Bethany Joy Galeotti is a really good actress. When Rene admitted she was lying the whole time (she totally deserved one of Haley's infamous but super awesome bitch slaps btw - the very first and most memorable one doled out to Rachel in season 4), the way she broke down was so real. You could practically see the relief wash over her! James Lafferty, on the other hand, has never been a strong actor. To me, he just completes the awesomeness that is Naley and is really hot. Maybe he should consider directing once OTH is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Quinn and David story just made me dislike Quinn even more. Is it me or does Quinn look like she's perpetually crying? Seriously, her eyes are watery all the time, it's not even funny anymore. I kinda wish she'd go back to David and either leave Tree Hill or bring David back because I kinda liked David, though he's only been around for like, 2 episodes and I already like him more than Quinn. The flashbacks only gave me the impression that Quinn's a stubborn little girl who is unwilling to change and grow up. David is trying to provide for her but she's all noooo we have to stay young and continue living like hippies and I have something against projectors yada yada yada. Only thing about Quinn is she's so hot. And I like her name. Garrh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, Julian and Brooke. They probably had the least scenes but they were all pretty good. I really really hope they stick it out and stay together til the end because it's nice to see Brooke in love and Julian jealous over Chase . Haha, priceless. Speaking of Chase, he's still going strong with Mia and there's another good-looking couple!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked this episode because it focused on the people I wanted to see (no Millie and Mouth) and the script was so well-written and well-acted. Really made me feel like I was watching good ol OTH again and just when I was about to give up on it too. Ahhh. Hopefully, it will pick up and continue being good. But for now, I still think the show should end this season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried to find pics of Clay and Sarah to post up but even Google is failing me! :( But, have a listen to "I And Love And You" by The Avett Brothers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Jj8HDe5M-Jo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Jj8HDe5M-Jo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the song that was playing towards the end of the episode and evidently, the inspiration for this episode's title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit: haha I just found a forum called "Sarah-Clay make Quinn-Clay look like a joke!" hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781487379823731876-3703768048115588907?l=rianney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://rianney.blogspot.com/2009/10/3-words-that-became-hard-to-say-i-and.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rianney.)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781487379823731876.post-1551902908187205854</guid><pubDate>Sat, 17 Oct 2009 21:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-19T21:53:22.101+01:00</atom:updated><title>Today I Saw Fireworks And Thought Of You.</title><description>You know what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of feeling behind on uni work (and it's only my 3rd week back) I'm behind on my TV shows as well! What a catastrophe right! I blame it on my greediness. I thought I could take on more shows this time around but somehow it's taken it's toll. Not really in the I'm-missing-every-episode way but in the I'm-missing-episodes-of-my-usuals way. Like, I've been up to date for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;TBBT&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Glee&lt;/span&gt; the most, with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Grey's&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HIMYM&lt;/span&gt; trailing behind. But I haven't been watching &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;GG &lt;/span&gt;and I'm slowly starting to just give up on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;OTH&lt;/span&gt;. I really hope they end it this season. Either that or bring Lucas and Peyton back! On top of that, I've recently discovered the awesomeness that is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ugly Betty&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bones&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;True Blood&lt;/span&gt; not to mention the other new series like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Flash Forward&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Vampire Diaries&lt;/span&gt;. I'm glad they cancelled &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Beautiful Life&lt;/span&gt; otherwise I'd be inclined to follow that too. (Secretly I hope more series get cancelled so I won't feel so out of the loop when I don't follow them. I mean, series I'm not already watching la) OMAGA SO MANY SERIES SO LITTLE TIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am paranoid that if I download anymore torrents someone will catch me and fine me 10,000 pounds. Hey, don't look at me funny, it's happened before! Well, not to me, but it's not like back in Malaysia where if you didn't support piracy you're just weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it really doesn't help that Internet here is so effing fast that I can download whole movies in 5 mins. Piracy is an addiction, I tell ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I know I will eventually catch up because I don't like living in the constant fear that everytime I click on anything I might just find spoilers to episodes I have yet to see and I really really hate spoilers (except for when I ask the Besto about Heroes because it's just too mentally-draining to follow it) But when I do catch up, I will have loads to yak about especially about returning shows that I so looked forward too, but somehow fell short of awesome. Stay tuned!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E0OZDGi-o4Y/StzNKs4wwYI/AAAAAAAACFY/alKcH2bpe9w/s1600-h/DSC05037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E0OZDGi-o4Y/StzNKs4wwYI/AAAAAAAACFY/alKcH2bpe9w/s400/DSC05037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394412037414633858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I know I should be more worried about being behind on uni work but ahhh bite me.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781487379823731876-1551902908187205854?l=rianney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://rianney.blogspot.com/2009/10/today-i-saw-fireworks-and-thought-of.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rianney.)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E0OZDGi-o4Y/StzNKs4wwYI/AAAAAAAACFY/alKcH2bpe9w/s72-c/DSC05037.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781487379823731876.post-8740749474603808907</guid><pubDate>Wed, 14 Oct 2009 08:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-14T10:03:56.208+01:00</atom:updated><title>Updates.</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E0OZDGi-o4Y/StWRbF0TfyI/AAAAAAAACFQ/CkqW3ZMt288/s1600-h/DSC04910.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E0OZDGi-o4Y/StWRbF0TfyI/AAAAAAAACFQ/CkqW3ZMt288/s400/DSC04910.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392376023450091298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like writing a post on the previous 2 episodes of Glee (which were fabulous) but that'll probably have to wait til the weekend. The Glee soundtrack is also coming out but it's going for 16.09pounds on Amazon which is 80-freakin-Ringgit a.k.a murder!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I'm behind on all my shows. What a catastrophe right. Haven't watched GG at all, got OTH, HIMYM, TBBT episodes to catch up on and when new episodes of Glee and Grey's come out this week, I probably won't watch them till the weekend, or later! To add to that, I haven't had the slightest tingle to go shopping, even though it's start-of-school season and student sales are aplenty. All I've been doing is rushing from this lecture to the next and racking my brain on what to eat for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the up side, I've been cooking! And not all tht microwaveable nonsense (pft. so last year) (OK I still do once in awhile when the thought of washing up makes me want to hurl) I've been cooking with RAW food, how bout that! Aha! And also, funnily enough, I've been quite OCD about tidiness and cleanlines. I can get pretty anal about messy counter-tops, dishes left overnight in the sink, over-filled rubbish bins.. I'm turning into a Bree! OK, far from it, but still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing I haven't been catching up with is are my peeps! Everyone seems so busy with exams and all. Ah the woes of difference in school year timings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hokay better stop yapping and get ready to leave. It looks unforgivingly cold outside today (whoopee) but only one lecture today! Happy Wednesday people! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781487379823731876-8740749474603808907?l=rianney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://rianney.blogspot.com/2009/10/updates.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rianney.)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E0OZDGi-o4Y/StWRbF0TfyI/AAAAAAAACFQ/CkqW3ZMt288/s72-c/DSC04910.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781487379823731876.post-5426399906007125694</guid><pubDate>Wed, 07 Oct 2009 21:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-07T22:47:54.086+01:00</atom:updated><title>I'm Alive!</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E0OZDGi-o4Y/Ss0FV36607I/AAAAAAAACFI/uEhr5zW-ul0/s1600-h/london.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E0OZDGi-o4Y/Ss0FV36607I/AAAAAAAACFI/uEhr5zW-ul0/s400/london.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389970202378818482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I finally resolved my Internet issues and for that I am eternally grateful to whoever I should be eternally grateful to! Whatever it is, I have Internet and I am a happy girl :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been back in London for 10 days now and at times it feels like I never left. It's been surprisingly easy to get back into the routine of living alone. (Well, not totally alone, I have a flatmate now! Something for which I feel has helped the process considering I got a panic attack when I arrived here a day before my flatmate did and the silence was literally deafening.) I personally think it's the hustle and bustle of running around and getting things into place while going for classes that hasn't really given me the time to remember I'm away from home. Ironically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I have a love/hate relationship with London. Some days I revel in the independence and good public transport, other days I hate this place with a vengeance. So yea, that kind of gets me nowhere. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that most of the "adult stuff" (electricity, internet, banking, fees, blablabla..) are settled I guess I can start to whine about how tough my modules look like this termmmmm :( And how the mainland Chinese students can grasp concepts so bloody fast :( And how I already have assignments :( Sigh, it's going to be a long, long term. No, actually, considering how much I have to do, it's going to be a super fast one. Sigh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To top it off it's been raining for the past few days! Rainy days are horrible here because we get sissy rain - not heavy enough to be awed by, not drizzly enough to go out without an umbrella. Just sissy rain. Lucky me though, I managed to get one week of beautiful weather where I could wear whatever I wanted before the rain came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, enough with the whining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite how tough my modules look like, I have to admit they seem interesting. I made a pact with myself (that I intend to keep, for once in my life!) to really, really make an effort in all my modules. The whole not-prepared-for-finals thing last term really left quite an impression on me. I really don't think I'd fancy being kicked out of UCL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I kinda like my new place. I'll post pics when I get around to taking them. For the first few days before I got my stuff shifted in, I was sleeping on a double bed with only Mr. B, a thin jacket and a measly shawl to cover me. I swear, it was torturous. The first sleep after I got my pillows and comforter was probably the single best sleep I've ever had. Haha. I also got a kitchen (duh) so I do foresee myself experimenting a bit. Heehee. Actually I've cooked like 4 or 5 times already which is 4 or 5 times more than I ever did back in my hostel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoos, I hope everyone's great back home. You people should have finals coming up and then it's the year-end break. Boohoo for me whose year is just only starting! I miss all of you! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, London buses seriously don't look like the bus in my picture anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781487379823731876-5426399906007125694?l=rianney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://rianney.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-alive.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rianney.)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E0OZDGi-o4Y/Ss0FV36607I/AAAAAAAACFI/uEhr5zW-ul0/s72-c/london.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781487379823731876.post-1398258895150927351</guid><pubDate>Sat, 26 Sep 2009 19:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-26T20:26:04.661+01:00</atom:updated><title>Goodbyes.</title><description>I knew 4 mths would fly by just like that, I just knew it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm off, back to London. This'll be my last post at least for awhile til I get Internet in London. No words can really sum up how I feel other than 4 mths was really not enough especially when loads of things happen in the last few days. Sigh, Murphy there kicking me in the butt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I think about it, I will be back pretty soon - even sooner if I decide to be a wuss and come back in Dec. It's just the turn of the year that makes it seem soooo damnnn looong moooore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Til I get internet and my life back, take care Malaysia. I'll see you soon :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781487379823731876-1398258895150927351?l=rianney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://rianney.blogspot.com/2009/09/goodbyes.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rianney.)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781487379823731876.post-2643804932276946095</guid><pubDate>Wed, 23 Sep 2009 15:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-23T16:55:55.057+01:00</atom:updated><title>Gossip Girl!</title><description>Gossip Girl is back! After a disappointing first episode (thanks to Serena VDW), episode 2 picks the pace up and it feels just like the good ol days. Not to mention Chuck Bass is back and with a super hot new hairdo. Heehee.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random thoughts so far (spoilers!):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Someone should throw a shoe at Serena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Chuck and Blair can only have 2 scenes together and still manage to steal the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Georgina is so hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Lovechild Scott is creepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Vanessa is annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Did I mention Chuck and Blair?? Who ever said that if they got together it would kill the chemistry?? So much chemistry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. It must be odd going on set and seeing your co-star kiss your real-life boyfriend and you kissing your co-star's real-life boyfriend etc. etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781487379823731876-2643804932276946095?l=rianney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://rianney.blogspot.com/2009/09/gossip-girl.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rianney.)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781487379823731876.post-8495061656453205877</guid><pubDate>Wed, 16 Sep 2009 05:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-16T07:06:16.171+01:00</atom:updated><title>Panic Attack.</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0OZDGi-o4Y/SrB-KKA5kiI/AAAAAAAACFA/pBnVn46c0YU/s1600-h/DSC04036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0OZDGi-o4Y/SrB-KKA5kiI/AAAAAAAACFA/pBnVn46c0YU/s400/DSC04036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381940267659661858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew I shouldn't have gotten too comfy back home. Garrrh. It just hit me that I have less than 2 weeks left and it somehow feels like I haven't done or accomplished anything at all! When I only have a week or so left I suddenly come up with a million different things that I want to do that I can only do here. Just my freakin luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up with an uneasy feeling this morning, the kind where something unpleasant is loomingly imminent and there's no way to escape it. I never liked how time passes so quickly and the concept where we can't make up for lost time. Got a sickening feeling in my stomach and everything I do is tagged as "oh this may be the last time I.. ". Also came to a sickening realisation that while I did do a whole lot this summer, I didn't do many productive things. Le sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I don't deny that going back to London this time will be exciting, I can't help but already start to miss this place. This weekend I'll be going back to Melaka which means I don't have anymore weekends left here, and weekends are my main family times. Suddenly I wish I hadn't spent so much time in front of the TV or abroad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But humans are always like that. We want to grasp harder on to things when they're slipping away from us. It's just how we roll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I should do something more productive like start making lists, start packing, start doing something to take control of the situation.  Y'know, something other than sit around and mope while watching OTH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781487379823731876-8495061656453205877?l=rianney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://rianney.blogspot.com/2009/09/panic-attack.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rianney.)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0OZDGi-o4Y/SrB-KKA5kiI/AAAAAAAACFA/pBnVn46c0YU/s72-c/DSC04036.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781487379823731876.post-4242148957085355671</guid><pubDate>Wed, 09 Sep 2009 14:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-09T16:01:04.623+01:00</atom:updated><title>090909</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E0OZDGi-o4Y/SqfB4brKnFI/AAAAAAAACE4/zgcpDPh121U/s1600-h/DSC04652.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E0OZDGi-o4Y/SqfB4brKnFI/AAAAAAAACE4/zgcpDPh121U/s400/DSC04652.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379481455162989650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Birthday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amir B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to choose a more decent picture but hey, that was a fun night! Haha. And we all shall have another when we celebrate your birthday properly after Raya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK I'll blog about Azri's bday in the next post. It's Amir B.'s bday I have to blog about it first ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, my fingers feel a little itchy la maybe I'll have a bit of a blogging spree. Must be the release of emotions in the prev post. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781487379823731876-4242148957085355671?l=rianney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://rianney.blogspot.com/2009/09/090909.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rianney.)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E0OZDGi-o4Y/SqfB4brKnFI/AAAAAAAACE4/zgcpDPh121U/s72-c/DSC04652.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781487379823731876.post-3379614835731136710</guid><pubDate>Tue, 08 Sep 2009 14:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-08T20:05:47.683+01:00</atom:updated><title>Thoughts On a Tuesday.</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0OZDGi-o4Y/SqaCMo0VI_I/AAAAAAAACEQ/QvEX9_KBTjE/s1600-h/DSC00135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0OZDGi-o4Y/SqaCMo0VI_I/AAAAAAAACEQ/QvEX9_KBTjE/s400/DSC00135.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379129958567584754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today I found out that when someone you love is hurting, you hurt just as much, if not more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been an emotionally trying couple of weeks for me and I haven't been blogging much because I can't put my thoughts into words and it seems stupid to blog about random stuff just for the sake of it. I have drafts sitting in my dashboard that are probably never going to see the light of day. Sometimes I wish I could just tell someone, word for word, exactly how I feel but most of the time I myself don't know how to explain it all so no one will be able to fully understand so why bother. I realised that looking a-ok is so second nature to me, it's scary. I've also learnt that being helpless is suffocating and we don't choose our family, we just love them for who they are no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0OZDGi-o4Y/SqaCNIwpuYI/AAAAAAAACEY/dx2IWpVN3YQ/s1600-h/DSC02897.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0OZDGi-o4Y/SqaCNIwpuYI/AAAAAAAACEY/dx2IWpVN3YQ/s400/DSC02897.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379129967142091138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I found the plastic bag where I dumped all my UK stuff earlier in the summer when I had just returned home and was relishing so much in the familiarity and love that I just wanted to extract everything related to London and put it someplace where I wouldn't have to see it til I had to. But contrary to my initial thoughts, there is a significant part of me that is excited to go back to London. It's a new year, with new opportunites and new possibilities and I'm actually (weirdly enough) feeling optimistic about it. A big part of me is disappointed at how I wasted away my first year feeling sorry for myself and not giving myself enough credit as a person. The other part just wants to mark it down to life experience and let it be the driving force behind a different me this year. I only have 2 more years to go and tough ones at that. I seriously need to grow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do foresee a very steep climb back to getting used to studying again though. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E0OZDGi-o4Y/SqaDTYGXfOI/AAAAAAAACEg/6--8F7OnS-I/s1600-h/DSC03911.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E0OZDGi-o4Y/SqaDTYGXfOI/AAAAAAAACEg/6--8F7OnS-I/s400/DSC03911.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379131173850545378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't read a good book in ages. Mostly because I'm lazy and it will take up too much brain power and I'm mentally tired these days. Can you believe it, I've been reading mangas. Which are actually really relaxing because they're hilarious in the most unbelievable ways - another form of creativity, if you will. Good, mindless fun. I've even slowed down on my TVB dramas and all other dramas because they can really be quite mentally taxing. Then again, nowadays only channel surfing and mangas are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; mentally taxing for me so go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, enough with the doom and gloom,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0OZDGi-o4Y/SqaENSjGNyI/AAAAAAAACEo/5bbAP_1xpfo/s1600-h/DSC04739.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0OZDGi-o4Y/SqaENSjGNyI/AAAAAAAACEo/5bbAP_1xpfo/s400/DSC04739.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379132168792848162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so many random and not-so-random pictures in my Pictures folder! I really should start uploading the ones taken during outings/birthdays/gatherings so other people can steal them huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0OZDGi-o4Y/SqaF90fu7yI/AAAAAAAACEw/TDVbSPojEh0/s1600-h/DSC04802.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0OZDGi-o4Y/SqaF90fu7yI/AAAAAAAACEw/TDVbSPojEh0/s400/DSC04802.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379134102050893602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My Puasa-ing buddies and me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selamat Berpuasa &lt;/span&gt;to all my Malay peeps! This may be a little late but this picture is just too awesome.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Totally unplanned&lt;/span&gt;, mind you. Haha. It was a fun night and you guys rock socks. Will blog about it in my next post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Trying to set a more definite time as to when I will blog about it in hopes that it will drive me to blog about it instead of conveniently forgetting to do it!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781487379823731876-3379614835731136710?l=rianney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://rianney.blogspot.com/2009/09/thoughts-on-tuesday.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rianney.)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0OZDGi-o4Y/SqaCMo0VI_I/AAAAAAAACEQ/QvEX9_KBTjE/s72-c/DSC00135.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781487379823731876.post-2631438419304751992</guid><pubDate>Fri, 04 Sep 2009 15:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-04T16:28:15.709+01:00</atom:updated><title>Melly's 20!</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0OZDGi-o4Y/SqExdyFZBKI/AAAAAAAACEI/qniuFu3Oesw/s1600-h/DSC04364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0OZDGi-o4Y/SqExdyFZBKI/AAAAAAAACEI/qniuFu3Oesw/s400/DSC04364.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377633817787434146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the one who listens to me rant and whine and rant and whine..and rant, who is my super-awesome partner in Taboo, who is my partner-in-crime for all the silly things we come up with, who loves the Harry Potter series as much as I do, who bitches with me when I need me some bitchin', who loves me when I need me some lovin', who longs for Chuck Bass (like I do), who prefers Blair over Serena any day (like I do), who puts up with my nonsensical-ness and cranky-ness at 5 in the morning (or any other time, for that matter), who helped me through my first year abroad, who knows me best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Melly Wuong, on your &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Happy Birthday!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That list could go on but I think I shouldn't blow up your ego anymore. As it is, I have done too much! But since it's your big day, oh well.. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great one, bestie - your best one yet! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs and love from Malaysia :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781487379823731876-2631438419304751992?l=rianney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://rianney.blogspot.com/2009/09/mellys-20.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rianney.)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0OZDGi-o4Y/SqExdyFZBKI/AAAAAAAACEI/qniuFu3Oesw/s72-c/DSC04364.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781487379823731876.post-969754367696402485</guid><pubDate>Sun, 30 Aug 2009 15:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-30T16:58:55.558+01:00</atom:updated><title>Tanah Air Kita.</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E0OZDGi-o4Y/SpqhF-N9HVI/AAAAAAAACEA/mpcnyY_2_4s/s1600-h/merdeka.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 277px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E0OZDGi-o4Y/SpqhF-N9HVI/AAAAAAAACEA/mpcnyY_2_4s/s400/merdeka.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375786229193055570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;credits: http://www.skthew.com/2007/08/13/bangsa-malaysia-merdeka-get-together/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may frustratingly have the worst public transport system ever; you may be polluted and dirty (in more ways than one) but you're &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;home&lt;/span&gt; and there's just&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no place like it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy 52nd &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Merdeka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781487379823731876-969754367696402485?l=rianney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://rianney.blogspot.com/2009/08/tanah-air-kita.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rianney.)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E0OZDGi-o4Y/SpqhF-N9HVI/AAAAAAAACEA/mpcnyY_2_4s/s72-c/merdeka.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781487379823731876.post-3412489168360555229</guid><pubDate>Sat, 29 Aug 2009 18:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-29T19:58:23.633+01:00</atom:updated><title>Why wasn't I born with immense talent?</title><description>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/R12QVtuB0_Q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/R12QVtuB0_Q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally find this awesome. What about you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781487379823731876-3412489168360555229?l=rianney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://rianney.blogspot.com/2009/08/why-wasnt-i-born-with-immense-talent.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rianney.)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781487379823731876.post-5107844031290223691</guid><pubDate>Sat, 29 Aug 2009 14:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-29T16:19:43.145+01:00</atom:updated><title>愛愛愛</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E0OZDGi-o4Y/SplCNXiiqMI/AAAAAAAACDo/et6WroT_vtg/s1600-h/DSC03888.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 171px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E0OZDGi-o4Y/SplCNXiiqMI/AAAAAAAACDo/et6WroT_vtg/s320/DSC03888.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375400427668023490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0OZDGi-o4Y/SplCN0JjVqI/AAAAAAAACDw/zb-xF7wBc8I/s1600-h/DSC03887.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 171px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0OZDGi-o4Y/SplCN0JjVqI/AAAAAAAACDw/zb-xF7wBc8I/s320/DSC03887.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375400435347838626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I left a part of me in HK. On the Star Ferry, to be exact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't completed a meaningful post in what feels like forever and the number of drafts on my Blogger dashboard is piling up. I'm finding it frustratingly difficult to collect and put my thoughts into words.&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/8781487379823731876-5107844031290223691?l=rianney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://rianney.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rianney.)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E0OZDGi-o4Y/SplCNXiiqMI/AAAAAAAACDo/et6WroT_vtg/s72-c/DSC03888.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781487379823731876.post-5434394673440360344</guid><pubDate>Sat, 22 Aug 2009 08:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-22T09:44:53.830+01:00</atom:updated><title>Que Sera Sera.</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E0OZDGi-o4Y/So-v1VrEgCI/AAAAAAAACDc/TyW8iAoPKf4/s1600-h/DSC03580.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E0OZDGi-o4Y/So-v1VrEgCI/AAAAAAAACDc/TyW8iAoPKf4/s400/DSC03580.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372706211362013218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, let's see. We might consider &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Schr%C3%B6dinger%27s_cat"&gt;Schrödinger's Cat&lt;/a&gt; :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1935, Erwin Schrödinger, in an attempt to explain the Copenhagen interpretation of quantum physics, he proposed an experiment where a cat is placed in a box with a sealed vial of poison that will break open at a random time. Now, since no one knows when or if the poison has been released, until the box is open, the cat can be thought of as both alive and dead."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sheldon&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Big Bang Theory&lt;/span&gt; S01E17&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781487379823731876-5434394673440360344?l=rianney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://rianney.blogspot.com/2009/08/que-sera-sera.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rianney.)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E0OZDGi-o4Y/So-v1VrEgCI/AAAAAAAACDc/TyW8iAoPKf4/s72-c/DSC03580.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781487379823731876.post-3247865499508378784</guid><pubDate>Fri, 21 Aug 2009 18:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-21T19:31:17.399+01:00</atom:updated><title>Change.</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E0OZDGi-o4Y/So7llHIqc3I/AAAAAAAACDU/zwnUX-SE1cY/s1600-h/DSC03890.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E0OZDGi-o4Y/So7llHIqc3I/AAAAAAAACDU/zwnUX-SE1cY/s400/DSC03890.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372483831232885618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y'know, for all my big talk about wanting something new, the one thing I resent the most is change. Once I've found my comfort zone, I am reluctant as hell to budge. My argument is: why change when you've already found "good enough"? Besides, change is mad scary to me with all the 'what if's - What if it doesn't work out? What if I'm not good enough? What if I'm being too ambitious? What if I already had "as good as it gets" and I left it behind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Dad always says that the only constant thing in life is change. The truth in that statement always irks me to no end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess once I get past the whole intimidating idea of change and realise it may not be as overwhelming as I play it out in my head to be, therein lies opportunity - something I would've never noticed unless I wrapped my head around the concept of imminent change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I foolishly forget that being young doesn't mean I'm the only one entitled to ambitions and dreams.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781487379823731876-3247865499508378784?l=rianney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://rianney.blogspot.com/2009/08/change.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rianney.)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E0OZDGi-o4Y/So7llHIqc3I/AAAAAAAACDU/zwnUX-SE1cY/s72-c/DSC03890.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781487379823731876.post-2615226381348128635</guid><pubDate>Sat, 15 Aug 2009 16:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-16T06:58:36.034+01:00</atom:updated><title>The Grass Is Greener and All That Jazz.</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E0OZDGi-o4Y/Sobhp6aH0RI/AAAAAAAACC0/zw_DegB6jNg/s1600-h/DSC03884.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E0OZDGi-o4Y/Sobhp6aH0RI/AAAAAAAACC0/zw_DegB6jNg/s400/DSC03884.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370227715855601938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I miss HK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When does not settling &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;turn into idealism?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781487379823731876-2615226381348128635?l=rianney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://rianney.blogspot.com/2009/08/grass-is-greener-and-all-that-jazz.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rianney.)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E0OZDGi-o4Y/Sobhp6aH0RI/AAAAAAAACC0/zw_DegB6jNg/s72-c/DSC03884.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781487379823731876.post-2942498458183428985</guid><pubDate>Thu, 13 Aug 2009 18:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-14T17:44:23.214+01:00</atom:updated><title>Firsts firsts firsts.</title><description>The 13th of August was a day of firsts for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E0OZDGi-o4Y/SoWDVwRMQPI/AAAAAAAACBE/AsvQ_qsiIGo/s1600-h/DSC04633.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E0OZDGi-o4Y/SoWDVwRMQPI/AAAAAAAACBE/AsvQ_qsiIGo/s320/DSC04633.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369842540466684146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;First time &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;driving&lt;/span&gt; my brother out for lunch and a movie.&lt;/span&gt; I always wanted to do this because this is what I imagine my non-existent older brother would do for me haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E0OZDGi-o4Y/SoWCSFrFw3I/AAAAAAAACA8/BhqWT-LpVic/s1600-h/DSC04638.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E0OZDGi-o4Y/SoWCSFrFw3I/AAAAAAAACA8/BhqWT-LpVic/s320/DSC04638.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369841377981350770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;First time "celebrating" International Suit-Up Day.&lt;/span&gt; While I didn't manage to fully suit-up, I did wear Erico Besto's blazer briefly before realising it's just too damn hot in Malaysia to wear one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the biggest &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;first&lt;/span&gt; of all would have to be what happened that night..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E0OZDGi-o4Y/SoWHfu2bhxI/AAAAAAAACBk/pGg5db_erFY/s1600-h/DSC04646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E0OZDGi-o4Y/SoWHfu2bhxI/AAAAAAAACBk/pGg5db_erFY/s400/DSC04646.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369847109931206418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;First time clubbing!&lt;/span&gt; Haha what was suppose to be a yum cha session turned out to be me breaking my clubbing virginity at MOS. It was all very spontaneous because, a) I "dressed up" like 2 minutes before we left while the boys were waiting outside and; b) we didn't even think we could get in but Eric saw someone he knew who was buying a bottle and the rest is history. Haha. Actually, according to Amir B., your clubbing virginity is not broken til you get high and go crazy on the dance floor. And we weren't planning to do that so we had a couple of beers and then I saw..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0OZDGi-o4Y/SoWHgDXi3SI/AAAAAAAACBs/PtDrwkNIwaY/s1600-h/DSC04648.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0OZDGi-o4Y/SoWHgDXi3SI/AAAAAAAACBs/PtDrwkNIwaY/s400/DSC04648.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369847115438808354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rowy! Haha I love love love LOVE this picture! And then we got so excited (I don't know why) so she knocked back a few shots, I tried a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/J%C3%A4gerbomb"&gt;Jägerbomb&lt;/a&gt; and we went out on the dance floor. Haha! In retrospect, I am amazed at the spontaneity of it all but it was all good fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E0OZDGi-o4Y/SoWKtkCd1dI/AAAAAAAACB0/8PJq3Lye9JQ/s1600-h/DSC04647.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E0OZDGi-o4Y/SoWKtkCd1dI/AAAAAAAACB0/8PJq3Lye9JQ/s200/DSC04647.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369850646081951186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0OZDGi-o4Y/SoWKwEfwPAI/AAAAAAAACCM/cX-YbJcN5Tw/s1600-h/DSC04654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0OZDGi-o4Y/SoWKwEfwPAI/AAAAAAAACCM/cX-YbJcN5Tw/s200/DSC04654.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369850689154464770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0OZDGi-o4Y/SoWKvbRF73I/AAAAAAAACCE/KwPaxZU81rM/s1600-h/DSC04652.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0OZDGi-o4Y/SoWKvbRF73I/AAAAAAAACCE/KwPaxZU81rM/s200/DSC04652.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369850678087118706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0OZDGi-o4Y/SoWKuXPTWiI/AAAAAAAACB8/VrHLZ3ODFdo/s1600-h/DSC04651.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0OZDGi-o4Y/SoWKuXPTWiI/AAAAAAAACB8/VrHLZ3ODFdo/s200/DSC04651.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369850659825998370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scenes from the dance floor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Music was pretty disappointing though -- the opening notes of "Just Dance" started playing and we all woohoo-ed! before it went into "Don't Stop The Music". Pft. So &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;potong&lt;/span&gt;! But it's all good because they played "Last Night" which is the song I actually have a secret fantasy to dance to. Sssh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E0OZDGi-o4Y/SoWGfYc8ewI/AAAAAAAACBc/C1Kpf9z3hTM/s1600-h/DSC04643.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E0OZDGi-o4Y/SoWGfYc8ewI/AAAAAAAACBc/C1Kpf9z3hTM/s320/DSC04643.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369846004407106306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One bucket of Tuborg (5 bottles) is effing RM87 ok! And Rowy told me mineral water is RM14! Clubbing is no cheap hobby. Oh man I cannot let one night get to my head -- I already have a very expensive hobby being obsessed over gadgets! :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E0OZDGi-o4Y/SoWGehh_AjI/AAAAAAAACBU/3RZukHOxwZY/s1600-h/DSC04641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E0OZDGi-o4Y/SoWGehh_AjI/AAAAAAAACBU/3RZukHOxwZY/s320/DSC04641.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369845989664293426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Besto who signed for drinks that night! Hehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E0OZDGi-o4Y/SoWGd_6I0tI/AAAAAAAACBM/O8v2XhfjDFo/s1600-h/DSC04639.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E0OZDGi-o4Y/SoWGd_6I0tI/AAAAAAAACBM/O8v2XhfjDFo/s320/DSC04639.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369845980638794450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Amir B. who "watched over" my drinking.&lt;br /&gt;Amir B.: "Just down it Ri, just down it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E0OZDGi-o4Y/SoWP9PIH0sI/AAAAAAAACCU/zC4P1QB7zus/s1600-h/DSC04658.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E0OZDGi-o4Y/SoWP9PIH0sI/AAAAAAAACCU/zC4P1QB7zus/s320/DSC04658.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369856412904575682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Besto who took care of the girls the whole night! Aww. Probably didn't enjoy himself much while becoming the "barrier" between us and anyone who &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dared&lt;/span&gt; to come near us ;) Hahaha. Love ya Besto!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E0OZDGi-o4Y/SoWRLxo0uoI/AAAAAAAACCk/4wVgH5mAetE/s1600-h/DSC04662.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E0OZDGi-o4Y/SoWRLxo0uoI/AAAAAAAACCk/4wVgH5mAetE/s320/DSC04662.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369857762198338178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Designated driver and his partner-in-crime. They took turns carrying my bag that night. So sweet ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0OZDGi-o4Y/SoWRLSRDNuI/AAAAAAAACCc/YYgybx95w-A/s1600-h/DSC04661.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0OZDGi-o4Y/SoWRLSRDNuI/AAAAAAAACCc/YYgybx95w-A/s320/DSC04661.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369857753777125090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Haha I love you guys la. It couldn't have been easy to look after a high, talkative, loud, semi-out-of-control Ri :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After listening to all the clubbing stories from Besto and Amir, it was fun to go out and see it for myself. Quite amusing to see it in real life la, the wasted people who are either knocked out on a couch or really, really, really friendly. Haha. But I really think I'm too old/out of shape for this getting high and dancing for hours at a time thang. I could barely drag myself to the shower after I got home and I woke up with a throbbing headache, aching knees and blistered toes the next morning. How sad is that! But better than Rowy though who now has messed up, stepped on and very bruised toes partly thanks to me and my heels. Ehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just that day I wanted something new and different in my life and I actually get it. I'm suddenly very proactive right. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781487379823731876-2942498458183428985?l=rianney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://rianney.blogspot.com/2009/08/woohoo.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rianney.)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E0OZDGi-o4Y/SoWDVwRMQPI/AAAAAAAACBE/AsvQ_qsiIGo/s72-c/DSC04633.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781487379823731876.post-4956405654021858680</guid><pubDate>Thu, 13 Aug 2009 10:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-13T11:59:38.149+01:00</atom:updated><title>Blah!</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E0OZDGi-o4Y/SoPv5KyhhjI/AAAAAAAACA0/4PVOodCNB8Q/s1600-h/DSC04157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E0OZDGi-o4Y/SoPv5KyhhjI/AAAAAAAACA0/4PVOodCNB8Q/s200/DSC04157.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369398946183611954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E0OZDGi-o4Y/SoPv4qPXABI/AAAAAAAACAs/qbLuyYZ3Pzc/s1600-h/DSC04148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E0OZDGi-o4Y/SoPv4qPXABI/AAAAAAAACAs/qbLuyYZ3Pzc/s200/DSC04148.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369398937446187026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired of my blog design. I want to change it, I'm going to change it! I need something new la. Something, anything! Maybe I will try green tea soy latte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I drove today &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;setelah sekian lama&lt;/span&gt;. Drove to Pyramid only, no big deal. Actually big deal for me. Who knew it'd be so stressful to drive. Had to literally prepare myself emotionally the night before or something. Haha. OK I'm not that bad. Kinda. Sorta. I just had to psych myself into taking the leap that's all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of taking the leap, it's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;International Suit-Up Day&lt;/span&gt;! I haven't suited up (yet) today but I will later on. But I swear it's bonkers to suit up in Malaysia what with the sweltering heat. I wore Eric's blazer for a grand total of 10 minutes I think and couldn't take it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I finally &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kaypoh&lt;/span&gt;-ed around a bit to find out how the A-Levels students did. Ahh brings back memories of my results day. Hard to believe that was one year ago. I still remember sitting at Laundry with my college mates trying to watch the Olympics Opening and divert our mind away from the impending doom. Haha. Then when the fateful day arrived we couldn't even check out results til 4pm! Nerve-wrecking, I tell ya! Cambridge trying to kill us before we get our results..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a post of sorts. I just needed to put something up so that something new is up on my blog. Time for a change! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Buang yang keruh, ambil yang jernih&lt;/span&gt; yada yada yada!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A shout out to anyone who's reading this who got the results that they wanted and expected: congratulations! This is step one to making it happen ;) And to those who didn't: it's not the end of the world and it's not a dead end. The road is long! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK I need to go to the loo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781487379823731876-4956405654021858680?l=rianney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://rianney.blogspot.com/2009/08/blah.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rianney.)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E0OZDGi-o4Y/SoPv5KyhhjI/AAAAAAAACA0/4PVOodCNB8Q/s72-c/DSC04157.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781487379823731876.post-1733447677643228183</guid><pubDate>Sat, 08 Aug 2009 07:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-08T08:42:40.091+01:00</atom:updated><title>Rockband Unplugged.</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E0OZDGi-o4Y/Sn0qw2Qi3-I/AAAAAAAACAk/Jwnp-dr8xvA/s1600-h/DSC04339.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E0OZDGi-o4Y/Sn0qw2Qi3-I/AAAAAAAACAk/Jwnp-dr8xvA/s400/DSC04339.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367493349582495714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hello! Feels like I'm back from the dead as I spent the better part of last week in bed, knocked out from food poisoning and cough and flu and high fever. In today's times with the H1N1 and all, it's scary just to come down with the flu. But I'm A-OK now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing veryyy interesting has happened, though, other than that. I seem to be not accomplishing anything these days. I can't even wake up early. I've developed this nasty habit of setting my alarm really early but snoozing it every morning and waking up late anyway. I have to kick it otherwise my days are just gonna go by too fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also getting a bit sick of Pyramid. Haha. Finally, right. I go so often that I've seen the same ol same ol fashion and stuff in all the shops over and over again gah it's kind of sickening. I want to shop but there's nothing new!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there wasn't much of a point to this post other that to whine it seems. Sigh. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;C'est la vie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781487379823731876-1733447677643228183?l=rianney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://rianney.blogspot.com/2009/08/rockband-unplugged.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rianney.)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E0OZDGi-o4Y/Sn0qw2Qi3-I/AAAAAAAACAk/Jwnp-dr8xvA/s72-c/DSC04339.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781487379823731876.post-7854564720470637428</guid><pubDate>Fri, 31 Jul 2009 15:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-31T17:42:28.358+01:00</atom:updated><title>August Baby.</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0OZDGi-o4Y/SnMRbaffCZI/AAAAAAAACAc/lEMQdw1gXiA/s1600-h/DSC01510+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0OZDGi-o4Y/SnMRbaffCZI/AAAAAAAACAc/lEMQdw1gXiA/s400/DSC01510+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364650743793912210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Birthday &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Cherishey&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Lee&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've made it to your big Two-Oh! :D Have a great, awesome, splendid, magnificent, some-synonym-for-great birthday doing whatever you wanna do. And may your 20th year be a year of all things good for you woman! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mwah! xo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781487379823731876-7854564720470637428?l=rianney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://rianney.blogspot.com/2009/07/august-baby.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rianney.)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0OZDGi-o4Y/SnMRbaffCZI/AAAAAAAACAc/lEMQdw1gXiA/s72-c/DSC01510+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>