<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33015527</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:45:18.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>take me to a faraway land</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblynx.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33015527/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblynx.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Yi Ping</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17817503385384996787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hLtLTG4n--Q/SghD0eE3eWI/AAAAAAAAACY/GF6aRQbkZ60/S220/0803200917083-pola.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33015527.post-6547093603482965703</id><published>2008-06-14T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T21:21:21.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tongue in Chic Contest</title><content type='html'>This is what I've &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ensembled&lt;/span&gt; for Tongue In Chic contest:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hLtLTG4n--Q/SFSXohfeqaI/AAAAAAAAABo/W1dufsII73I/s1600-h/rendevous.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211957391215471010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hLtLTG4n--Q/SFSXohfeqaI/AAAAAAAAABo/W1dufsII73I/s320/rendevous.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The first 200 participants are entitled to receive a Rm20 voucher and 10 best entries will be picked in the span of two weeks to win a tshirt from &lt;a href="http://www.urbanscapes.com.my/"&gt;Urban Escapes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://www.tonguechic.com/?p=923"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; for contest details.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33015527-6547093603482965703?l=bubblynx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblynx.blogspot.com/feeds/6547093603482965703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33015527&amp;postID=6547093603482965703' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33015527/posts/default/6547093603482965703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33015527/posts/default/6547093603482965703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblynx.blogspot.com/2008/06/tongue-in-chic-contest.html' title='Tongue in Chic Contest'/><author><name>Yi Ping</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17817503385384996787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hLtLTG4n--Q/SghD0eE3eWI/AAAAAAAAACY/GF6aRQbkZ60/S220/0803200917083-pola.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hLtLTG4n--Q/SFSXohfeqaI/AAAAAAAAABo/W1dufsII73I/s72-c/rendevous.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33015527.post-116654365324696978</id><published>2006-12-19T07:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T07:54:13.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yellow Bus Necklace</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/day.php?userid=" target="_blank" cdate="20061219&amp;ctime="&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dropshots.com/photos/134366/20061219/072155.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/day.php?userid=" target="_blank" cdate="20061219&amp;amp;ctime="&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dropshots.com/photos/134366/20061219/072148.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;I saw this necklace in Prangin and couldn't help being attracted to it in a way. &lt;em&gt;May&lt;/em&gt; shook her head with dismay knowing that it will take time for me to actually 'grow up'. What's the hurry? Ain't it better to stay young at heart?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33015527-116654365324696978?l=bubblynx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblynx.blogspot.com/feeds/116654365324696978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33015527&amp;postID=116654365324696978' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33015527/posts/default/116654365324696978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33015527/posts/default/116654365324696978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblynx.blogspot.com/2006/12/yellow-bus-necklace.html' title='Yellow Bus Necklace'/><author><name>Yi Ping</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17817503385384996787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hLtLTG4n--Q/SghD0eE3eWI/AAAAAAAAACY/GF6aRQbkZ60/S220/0803200917083-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33015527.post-116602761212927750</id><published>2006-12-13T07:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T08:33:32.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2006, in retrospect</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/day.php?userid=" target="_blank" cdate="20061213&amp;ctime="&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dropshots.com/photos/134366/20061213/075141.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a long and rainy trip ride home&lt;br /&gt;this time it felt different&lt;br /&gt;a year has passed but everything seemed to have been the same way I left it&lt;br /&gt;except for the fact that nothing is the same anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought that I would end up in HELP though it has been what I've wanted ever since I left high school. Dad made an abrupt decision about it and I just left for KL a day before the orientation day. I was so unprepared that I had mixed feeling about the whole situation- fear for the unknown and excited for being able to realize my dream. Dad looked out for places for me to stay around the area. He ticked out the option of living in the hostel because of the crampy and congested condition of the place and instead chose SPB towers. It was there that I met a few funny characters as well as pleasant ones. Skye will be completing his a-levels soon, and boy will I miss his funny ways of communicating with us, his housemates. Though it is a walk up to the apartments (0.7km to be exact) Mel &amp; I would take a cab most of the time, till the time I got my car. We had a great time fooling around in SPB, mainly us laughing and screaming, annoying everybody else in the house. It was then that we created The Ping's blog- as a way to keep our friendship bond and also to boast about the good food we have! =p She was there through my break up and I was there through hers. I guess we emphatized with each other in a sense, going through the same things at about the same time. Even now, I still confide in her and she would hopelessly try to instill some hope though she realizes she's talking to a brick wall.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We shifted to Desa Kiara about mid of the year because we were attracted to the suite-like master bedroom. Everybody got envious about how 'grand' our life is in KL when I only showed them the room. Perhaps that was the only 'grand' happening around. We had to depend on 'arab' for free wireless connection. bless that fella cuz without him, assignments would have been a headache. I learned how to cook a few simple dishes- enough to keep me surviving throughout the year. There were a few people who in a way took care of me while I was sick in KL, Aaron and Skye who bought me food while I was stuck in bed. Thoughtful people with big hearts. Bet their girlfriends will be pleased.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was this particular year that I lost a loved one but gained back a few other. Some things made me look back and appreciate how things were back then but too late to realize now. But lesson learned and things change. It was also this year that I met a really good friend, Roberta who stuck with me through thick and thin, through boredom and joy, through swimming and sing-a-longs, through classes and camwhoring, through salad lunches and dance classes. She was always there to remind me about classes and datelines for assignments as well as inform me about great deals (atria) and taking chances (karaoke). Though we won't be having the same classes together for the next semester, I will miss her dearly. I will not view classes the same anymore...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On a lighter note, Christmas is around the corner. The season of giving is also the season of receiving.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and I hope that all's good till then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33015527-116602761212927750?l=bubblynx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblynx.blogspot.com/feeds/116602761212927750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33015527&amp;postID=116602761212927750' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33015527/posts/default/116602761212927750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33015527/posts/default/116602761212927750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblynx.blogspot.com/2006/12/2006-in-retrospect.html' title='2006, in retrospect'/><author><name>Yi Ping</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17817503385384996787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hLtLTG4n--Q/SghD0eE3eWI/AAAAAAAAACY/GF6aRQbkZ60/S220/0803200917083-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33015527.post-116430442692026765</id><published>2006-11-23T09:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T09:53:46.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Killing time in between classes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Photographer : Roberta Ng&lt;br /&gt;Venue : KPD A&lt;br /&gt;Camera : 2-MP Nokia's N70 &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:8;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:8;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:8;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/day.php?userid=" target="_blank" cdate="20061123&amp;ctime="&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dropshots.com/photos/134366/20061123/092956.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:8;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/day.php?userid=" target="_blank" cdate="20061123&amp;amp;ctime="&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dropshots.com/photos/134366/20061123/092958.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:8;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/day.php?userid=" target="_blank" cdate="20061123&amp;ctime="&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dropshots.com/photos/134366/20061123/093003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:8;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/day.php?userid=" target="_blank" cdate="20061123&amp;amp;ctime="&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dropshots.com/photos/134366/20061123/093001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:8;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/day.php?userid=" target="_blank" cdate="20061123&amp;ctime="&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dropshots.com/photos/134366/20061123/r270_092950.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/day.php?userid=" target="_blank" cdate="20061123&amp;ctime="&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dropshots.com/photos/134366/20061123/092954.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and two of my faves...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:8;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/day.php?userid=" target="_blank" cdate="20061123&amp;ctime="&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dropshots.com/photos/134366/20061123/092952.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:8;"&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/day.php?userid=" target="_blank" cdate="20061123&amp;ctime="&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dropshots.com/photos/134366/20061123/092947.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;-yips-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33015527-116430442692026765?l=bubblynx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblynx.blogspot.com/feeds/116430442692026765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33015527&amp;postID=116430442692026765' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33015527/posts/default/116430442692026765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33015527/posts/default/116430442692026765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblynx.blogspot.com/2006/11/killing-time-in-between-classes.html' title='Killing time in between classes'/><author><name>Yi Ping</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17817503385384996787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hLtLTG4n--Q/SghD0eE3eWI/AAAAAAAAACY/GF6aRQbkZ60/S220/0803200917083-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33015527.post-115998714050331724</id><published>2006-10-04T11:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T11:39:00.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In need to break the cycle</title><content type='html'>I am numb.&lt;br /&gt;I cannot feel any hope or love at this very moment.&lt;br /&gt;Everything inside is just empty and hollow.&lt;br /&gt;Why does this happen every single time without fail? It is becoming seemingly predictable enough yet I have no control over what is going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;All I can do is listen – though repetitive, I still listen to what I already know. It’s just her way to vent out anger. However, I know that whatever advice I might give will fall on deaf ears. Stubbornness and the will to defend herself overpowers her sensibilities.&lt;br /&gt;He is just too quick to make assumptions therefore resulting to short-tempered shouting war among them. Over and over again it will be of the same reason. The cycle never ends – yet nobody can make a change to it. I am at point blank.&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I can do is to get away from it all. I hide myself- living in vain of all this mess. I resort into other activities to keep my mind off things. I have also learnt the ability to shut off my mind to a lot of unpleasant things. I respond to the positive ones and neglect the negatives simply by avoiding it. This is not the best solution, yet I do not have the courage enough to stand up for any one of the two. I find fault and rights of both that they simply fail to see with their own eyes. Why do you have to put me through this? Why do you have to let me see what you are going through? Why can’t you just pretend to live a happy life just for me? One is an idealist, one is a realist. They balance out each other’s personality yet can make life a living hell when things go awry. They were the ones who read me fairy tales to sleep and now looking at what they’ve been going through, I can clearly see that they only serve the purpose of feeding naïve souls with false hopes.&lt;br /&gt;I am stuck in the middle between two people I highly respect and I try not to judge any of them. But when faced in such a situation, I am thrown off balance. One side whom I listen to too much and the other none of. I wish I could be in denial instead. I wish I could disappear so badly. But on the other hand, I ponder if I could be the cause of it all. I wonder that what I did might have affected the outcome of what is happening right now. Could I have done something better that will cause to avoid these happenings in the future? I might not be with them always- in fact, I haven’t been myself at all for the past few months. My soul is empty. I don’t feel love, and I certainly do not deserve receiving any. There is still a tiny glimmer of faith that is merely enough to keep me moving on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33015527-115998714050331724?l=bubblynx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblynx.blogspot.com/feeds/115998714050331724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33015527&amp;postID=115998714050331724' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33015527/posts/default/115998714050331724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33015527/posts/default/115998714050331724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblynx.blogspot.com/2006/10/in-need-to-break-cycle.html' title='In need to break the cycle'/><author><name>Yi Ping</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17817503385384996787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hLtLTG4n--Q/SghD0eE3eWI/AAAAAAAAACY/GF6aRQbkZ60/S220/0803200917083-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33015527.post-115743388513009523</id><published>2006-09-04T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T22:24:48.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a title="Elie Saab Spring 06" href="http://community.livejournal.com/runway_models/446946.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img73.imageshack.us/img73/9129/00710mbg3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fell completely in love with these line of dresses from Elie Saab.&lt;br /&gt;Wish I was loaded.&lt;br /&gt;Would die to own Christian Louboutin Heels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33015527-115743388513009523?l=bubblynx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblynx.blogspot.com/feeds/115743388513009523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33015527&amp;postID=115743388513009523' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33015527/posts/default/115743388513009523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33015527/posts/default/115743388513009523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblynx.blogspot.com/2006/09/fell-completely-in-love-with-these.html' title=''/><author><name>Yi Ping</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17817503385384996787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hLtLTG4n--Q/SghD0eE3eWI/AAAAAAAAACY/GF6aRQbkZ60/S220/0803200917083-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33015527.post-115712715007994146</id><published>2006-09-01T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T09:12:30.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired out</title><content type='html'>Been on a row with myself lately. Less sleep, less food, and no money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had my first experience of working as a promoter in Giant KJ promoting La Cremeria ice cream. Sold about 79 the first day (Merdeka Eve) and 89 the second (which is today). It was tiring for the first day as we had to slave ourselves to transfer boxes of ice cream all the way from the back to the front. Luckily, I was assigned to a veteran promoter Christine. Helped me loads with the job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started on my psy 104 review after coming back from work. took about a 2 hours to complete it because I had MSN and Blogger.com windows open. But eventually completed it around 2 and fell straight to the bed afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that the more I work, the more I'll want to work. But when I stop, that's when procastination and laziness gets to the better of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still in need of donations to the World Vision/30 Hour Famine Camp. I am however, not so sure about the hunger strike, on whether I can last halfway through the thing. I am feeling so damn hungry now. Had my dinner at 4. Plan to get started on more assignments and revision as Finals is next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I won't be called as a standby for tomorrow's promo. Tired out of my wits.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33015527-115712715007994146?l=bubblynx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblynx.blogspot.com/feeds/115712715007994146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33015527&amp;postID=115712715007994146' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33015527/posts/default/115712715007994146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33015527/posts/default/115712715007994146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblynx.blogspot.com/2006/09/tired-out.html' title='Tired out'/><author><name>Yi Ping</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17817503385384996787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hLtLTG4n--Q/SghD0eE3eWI/AAAAAAAAACY/GF6aRQbkZ60/S220/0803200917083-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33015527.post-115667543046884583</id><published>2006-08-27T03:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T03:43:50.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reviewing Life</title><content type='html'>10 YEARS AGO (1996) I WAS:&lt;br /&gt;-- 9 years old. Quite new in school and in Butterworth (since I moved to mainland when I was 8). Missed my childhood play-friends damn much and refused to go to school. Despised Mondays the most and always tried to sleep in (in hope of everyday to pass school-free!). Was still very much clingy to my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 YEARS AGO (2001) I WAS:&lt;br /&gt;-- in Second Form. Was a prefect back then: enjoyed the glory for a while but then got bored of it. Joined ping pong as an afterschool activity. And I found that I could pass the &lt;em&gt;high jump&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 YEAR AGO (2005) I WAS :&lt;br /&gt;-- staying in Penang with parents. Studied A-levels in KDU and experienced my first relationship with a boy. Had my first bunch of roses; also my first heartbreak. Got my driving liscence. Months later the car scraped paint out of a yellow bus (had the Wira's headlight broken- mum had no idea. shhhh....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YESTERDAY I WAS :&lt;br /&gt;--up till the wee hours in the morning blogging. Had to attend Research Colloquium during the day. Did some laundry and listened to some music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 MOST RECENT SONGS I LISTENED TO :&lt;br /&gt;Patrick Park - Something Pretty&lt;br /&gt;Aslyn - That's When I Love You&lt;br /&gt;LeAnn Rimes - You're My Right Kinda Wrong&lt;br /&gt;All American Rejects - StraitJacket Feeling&lt;br /&gt;The Cranberries - Linger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 SONGS I KNOW ALL THE WORDS TO :&lt;br /&gt;Elton John - Your Song&lt;br /&gt;The Carpenters - Close To You&lt;br /&gt;T.A.T.U - Gomenasai&lt;br /&gt;Death Cab for Cutie - I Will Follow You Into The Dark&lt;br /&gt;Westlife - Flying Without Wings (What?? It is still stuck to my head till this very day)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IDEAL PLACES FOR RUNNING AWAY TO :&lt;br /&gt;The arms of a cherished one&lt;br /&gt;Maui&lt;br /&gt;Bali&lt;br /&gt;Home&lt;br /&gt;Shopping Malls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 THINGS I REALLY WANT :&lt;br /&gt;1. A yellow Volkswagen Beetle or the cute hippie Volks California&lt;br /&gt;2. Lifetime supply of Ritter Sport&lt;br /&gt;3. A star named after myself (inspired from a Walk to Remember)&lt;br /&gt;4. A large mansion overlooking the beach&lt;br /&gt;5. All of the above to come true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 THINGS I SHOULD BE DOING RIGHT NOW :&lt;br /&gt;My Assignments&lt;br /&gt;Cooking Dinner&lt;br /&gt;Disturbing I Ping&lt;br /&gt;Calling Sherlynn&lt;br /&gt;Eat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 BIGGEST JOYS IN MY LIFE :&lt;br /&gt;to be loved.&lt;br /&gt;to be around people I care about.&lt;br /&gt;to have been blessed with lots of trust.&lt;br /&gt;to have a car.&lt;br /&gt;to have lived 19 years without a broken bone (touch wood).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-yiping-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33015527-115667543046884583?l=bubblynx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblynx.blogspot.com/feeds/115667543046884583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33015527&amp;postID=115667543046884583' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33015527/posts/default/115667543046884583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33015527/posts/default/115667543046884583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblynx.blogspot.com/2006/08/reviewing-life.html' title='Reviewing Life'/><author><name>Yi Ping</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17817503385384996787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hLtLTG4n--Q/SghD0eE3eWI/AAAAAAAAACY/GF6aRQbkZ60/S220/0803200917083-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33015527.post-115666243247641868</id><published>2006-08-26T22:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T00:14:25.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Future Lies Ahead</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Currently listening to: Hungry Heart - Minnie Driver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been receiving quite shocking news lately about cbw friends. It has made me wonder about how people change so drastically within the span of just two years. I can't imagine what it will be like in a decade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Erlz&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;would probably be happily engaged to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sway &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;by then. All the effort of restraining herself from sms khi-hiaoing will not be left in vain. (I wonder who will make the first move) She would prollie then be working in one of the best graphic designer companies. And her blog might be as famous as Xia Xue's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Stooited a.k.a. Yvonne&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;would probably be happily in love with some guy from her workplace. Since she is such a career woman, I would see her having an office of her own, and being her husband's boss (like Lynette from DH). We will still be catching up on each other's lives through the phone, like always: sharing and gossipping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I Ping &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;will then be sitting on the famous psycho-couch going "How are you feeling today?". By then, she would have five closets full of shoes and a full collection of earings from all over the globe. Maybe one day in the future, she will be reminded about the Baskin Robbins she still owes me and we'll have a laugh about how it all started over desert. Being my first ever roomate, I shall say she's the best (not that I have any other to compare to, but from what I heard from other people, you're a gem girl!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Franz&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Will be featuring in his own cook show called Chef Franz : The Naked Truth. By then, I hope he would've gotten over ehem ehem *cough cough* and find himself an &lt;em&gt;angmo chat lou. &lt;/em&gt;As his motto during the grieving period: Life is Short - take your own advice la... spend all the money you want (not on ciggs la..) have all the fun you want, and find a nice sweet girl who will talk politics with you =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Sherlynn &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;May will prollie be enjoying her freedom that she has long hoped for- maybe married (and staying just beside each other as we used to talk about). Maybe she'll be a nutritionist, or a vet, or a model. dunno la... she's so unsure (live life in the present, right?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Tracy Ann: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;This girl will be happily molesting people's sacrum in Aussie XD (given they do not have hairy asses!) She'll do well no matter what the profession : chiropractic or dentistry. Such a smarty party girl. Hopefully then Keanan will come to his senses and see what he's been missing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Jeevs! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Aiyo this girl eh... banyak the susah: cannot stick to one crush alone... must cari manyak manyak. By the time she fall for one guy, another pulak come. Ish ish... So in ten years time, I hope she finally makes up her mind on who to be commited to. I always envision her to be paired up with one of the WWF guys (maybe after so long mixing with her, I got plagued by that thought already). Someone big enough to protect her lo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Who else wants to take a peek in the crystal ball? I can give a free personal analysis based on what I know about you ler... kekeke...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Silence is the voice of the convinced, loudness is the voice who want to convince themselves."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-yiping-&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/33015527-115666243247641868?l=bubblynx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblynx.blogspot.com/feeds/115666243247641868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33015527&amp;postID=115666243247641868' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33015527/posts/default/115666243247641868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33015527/posts/default/115666243247641868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblynx.blogspot.com/2006/08/what-future-lies-ahead.html' title='What Future Lies Ahead'/><author><name>Yi Ping</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17817503385384996787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hLtLTG4n--Q/SghD0eE3eWI/AAAAAAAAACY/GF6aRQbkZ60/S220/0803200917083-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33015527.post-115601155024779562</id><published>2006-08-19T11:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T11:30:59.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Premier</title><content type='html'>Premiere post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I am simply addicted to chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;2. I refuse to conform to discipline, I think it is an act of restricting creativity.&lt;br /&gt;3. I best express myself in dancing.&lt;br /&gt;4. I get really engrossed in the things that I do let it be watching tv or reading a book. It’s like I’m in a trance or something.&lt;br /&gt;5. Therefore, I am totally incapable of multi-tasking.&lt;br /&gt;6. I refuse to appologise for being a complete addict to fashion and text icons.&lt;br /&gt;7. I love guitar and piano themed music&lt;br /&gt;8. I still keep every card and letter that I’ve been sent and I love receiving them.&lt;br /&gt;9. On rainy days, my idea of a perfect day is to cuddle up under the sheets and have a good book in my hands.&lt;br /&gt;10. I’ve never been drunk till this moment in my life.&lt;br /&gt;11. I deeply admire people with artistic talents.&lt;br /&gt;12. I love retro designs.&lt;br /&gt;13. I do not read manuals.&lt;br /&gt;14. I read myself to sleep almost every single night.&lt;br /&gt;15. Reading funny and witty quotes are my favourite pastime.&lt;br /&gt;16. ‘Like’ is my worst speech tag.&lt;br /&gt;17. I use “OMG” in every five sentence spoken.&lt;br /&gt;18. I wish I could shop with what I see&lt;br /&gt;19. I am beginning to develop a disorder known as “short-attention-span”&lt;br /&gt;20. I love to simply lie down on grass and watch cloud formations&lt;br /&gt;21. I turn to the Cartoon section everytime I get a newspaper&lt;br /&gt;22. I love to listen to people who talk in rhymes.&lt;br /&gt;23.Telling me to do something is the best way to insure I don’t do it.&lt;br /&gt;24. I am always in awe of people who talk incessantly without catching their breath.&lt;br /&gt;25. Confident people scare me at times.&lt;br /&gt;26. I am still trying to get over my phobia of heights.&lt;br /&gt;27. I’m very bad at directions – still working on my lefts and rights.&lt;br /&gt;28. I’ve always gone by the motto live to eat.&lt;br /&gt;29. I want a sense of belongingness&lt;br /&gt;30. Worrying will only make things worse&lt;br /&gt;31. I can be a romantic person, given a deserving partner.&lt;br /&gt;32. Watching movies are vital for living.&lt;br /&gt;33. I don’t believe in love at first sight – that is just plainly superficial&lt;br /&gt;34. I don’t have much faith in long distance relationships – once bitten, twice shy&lt;br /&gt;35. Procrastination is my worst trait&lt;br /&gt;36. I love taking pictures- they are memories on negatives (or memory cards)&lt;br /&gt;37. I love to listen to reasons behind superstitions&lt;br /&gt;38. I love to be loved&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33015527-115601155024779562?l=bubblynx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblynx.blogspot.com/feeds/115601155024779562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33015527&amp;postID=115601155024779562' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33015527/posts/default/115601155024779562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33015527/posts/default/115601155024779562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblynx.blogspot.com/2006/08/premier.html' title='Premier'/><author><name>Yi Ping</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17817503385384996787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hLtLTG4n--Q/SghD0eE3eWI/AAAAAAAAACY/GF6aRQbkZ60/S220/0803200917083-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
