tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-63024322011-06-08T14:53:32.368+08:00The dramatic manifestations of Abby's ever inquisitive and analytical mind. Heavy stuff, not for the faint-hearted... and witty (I'd like to believe) anecdotal accounts of my existence. n1kkihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12412394623075678057noreply@blogger.comBlogger871100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302432.post-1097833496239532532004-10-15T17:44:00.000+08:002004-10-15T17:44:56.240+08:00

Argh, i don't like the plaintext :)password -- 83787

n1kkihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12412394623075678057noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302432.post-1090595441676543192004-07-23T23:10:00.000+08:002004-07-23T23:10:41.676+08:00

At coffee bean with david thong and wei liang. They don't believe i can blog from my mobile.

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At liquid, i swear 90 % of the men here have better posture than me....

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Stuck here, can't go back, can't sleep either... Bad.

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Old, i'm old... Oops, broke 9td # 1 and 4. Just realised that 9td no my phone w auto complete is Wtf. Lol. Food for thought abby. I mean, baby.

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The weather is fucking hot today. I think i preferred it better when it's hazy. At least, i won't be fried. Mom's angry at me and i'm gonna be late for lunch, sigh...see, she decided to see me during lunch, no problem, except i need to see ju! Now i'm still waiting for her while she's inside paying bills. I need a drink...

n1kkihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12412394623075678057noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302432.post-1088147567262371282004-06-25T15:12:00.000+08:002004-06-25T15:12:47.263+08:00

Oi. Wtf? How come the one i sent from flam yest didn't get here?

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Trying to see if this pic will show up...

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What a corny title. But nevermind. The important thing is, I discovered that Blogger now supports mobile blogging. Ok, it's really a sort of pseudo-mobile blogging as it requires you to send the content to an email address (Blogger provided), from which it'll appear on your blog as an entry. So, if one wants to blog from the mobile, he or she will need a GPRS enabled phone. And as most service

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Testing... Wow! It works!! :)

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Well, it's a bit too early for that isn't it? I mean, I've anticipated that it would happen again but still, not so soon! I guess I should really consider paying my webhoster for a little more mileage. This can't be a monthly occurance; it has the propensity to drive me nuts and up the wall! I'm still ill, and feeling it. Just had some Echinacea yoghurt for breakfast (yes, I'm desperately

n1kkihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12412394623075678057noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302432.post-1081526055619372532004-04-09T23:49:00.000+08:002004-04-09T23:59:53.030+08:00

Yes, it's finally done. Lots of thanks to David Wang who worked on it the whole night!! Bear in mind though, entries which have been imported from Blogger's still a bit messy. You can check them out here in the meantime. And now, for the address (drumroll please): n1kki.frens.net

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I'm in the midst of exporting my Blogger entries, so, it'll look a little screwed up before I'm done with it.

n1kkihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12412394623075678057noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302432.post-1081488627366628002004-04-09T13:14:00.000+08:002004-04-09T19:32:21.590+08:00

Move to Movable Type With much thanks to David Wang, I've been persuaded to move a notch up (in the blogging arena) to Movable Type which provides an improved host of features and options. My account has already been set up, and I was playing around with it since I got up this morning. It's interesting, but a needs a little getting used to after I've been so coddled and pampered by Blogger.

n1kkihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12412394623075678057noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302432.post-1081408329740476322004-04-08T14:40:00.000+08:002004-04-08T15:18:20.810+08:00

Held on the 7th Floor of an obscure building smack in an industrial area, the Pure White Party on March 26 was quite novel in its concept. "Follow the lights!" I attended under Henry's invitation, and we drove around for quite a bit (going all the way to State, PJ) before finally finding the place. It was the headlights that were shone brightly into the nothingness of the sky that led us there

n1kkihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12412394623075678057noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302432.post-1081345432414819572004-04-07T21:03:00.000+08:002004-06-29T16:57:53.940+08:00

A classmate confided in me that he has been attending class while he was stoned on weed for the past two weeks. I don't know how he does it - I can't imagine going through all those lectures while I'm high or stoned on some substance. However, fact: most of the Art Faculties abroad (well, those that I've visited in Australia anyway, and from what I've heard) have corridors reeking of weed.

n1kkihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12412394623075678057noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302432.post-1081252838838362682004-04-06T19:47:00.000+08:002004-04-06T20:04:24.403+08:00

I'm self-imposing a hermit order upon myself because: 1)I just had a disastrous haircut. Well, serves me right for being too lazy and impulsive to go to my regular hairstylist in KLCC. Now, it's a matter of waiting for it to grow out. 2)My darling complexion is at its worst. I don't know what is wrong. I'm going on a diet overhaul i.e. vegetarian 4 days week (I've already got my meals planned)

n1kkihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12412394623075678057noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302432.post-1081226841120754632004-04-06T11:04:00.000+08:002004-04-06T20:06:31.513+08:00

Mid sem break coming right up! FINALLY! One of the most anticipated event on the academic calender is just around the corner! Hurrah for the mid semester break!! Let's go do something!! Suggestions??

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As already known by most of you, I was back at my dad’s hometown in the small kampung (village) of Mahang in Kulim, Kedah over the weekend for Qing Ming Jie (Tomb Sweeping Day) . Qing Ming is a yearly ritual to visit the graves of deceased ancestors to pay respects, bestow offerings and clean the graves - an occasion which I’ve participated in for as long as I can remember. My biological

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Don Wright, The Palm Beach Post, FL Image courtesy of cagle.slate.msn.com

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I want antibiotics!! I was at the doctor's the other day with an extremely sore throat, slight fever and a will for antibiotics. However, no matter how much I pleaded, the doctor refused to dispense any, saying, "Flus and colds are caused common viruses, and these pretty much go off on its own. You DON'T need antibiotics." I reasoned further, justifying the need for antibiotics as vital

n1kkihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12412394623075678057noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302432.post-1080801366040552262004-04-01T14:33:00.000+08:002004-04-01T14:39:43.873+08:00

Not to be confused with dodos, *bourgeois bohemian is a term coined in a book by David Brooks entitled Bobos in Paradise to describe or denote today’s upper class, the new establishment – “those who have wed the world of capitalist enterprise to the hippie values of the bohemian counterculture.” Why did I pick up this book among the thousands that were available at Kinokuniya? It was simple

n1kkihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12412394623075678057noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302432.post-1080533790769809442004-03-29T12:01:00.000+08:002004-03-29T12:22:55.233+08:00

I've just received the (semi-compulsory) notes, readings and compilation of statutes to address the historical aspects and implications of media policies in Malaysia. Subject? Communications Industries and Policies. Difficulty quotient? It's a 3rd year subject. Problem? I'm a 2nd year student. Yet to come: researches and literature on the socio-cultural aspects... Life is beautiful.

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It WAS supposed to be an easy night; stay at home, read, watch some television, and write a bit. BUT (there’s always “but” isn’t there?) Mei Peng called, and so did Henry, with invites to the Pure White party at Menara PanGlobal, or something like that. AND that got me dithering, between staying at home and partying – obviously with a heavier weighting towards partying. SO, it clearly did not

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Child Labour Another one of my weekly reflections on the subject and issues of globalisation: “There are people so poor in the world that God cannot appear to them except in the form of bread.” -Gandhi If child labour had an underlying theme, that would definitely be it. Gandhi, being a religious man, certainly didn’t mean to dismiss the existence of God but was merely trying to justify the

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If you think the manual's something of a Happy Meal proportion, think again. It is, in its own right, a fancy 9-course Chinese dinner which spans 319 pages. Again, I relegated studying to take one step forward towards my dangerous 'hobby': political activism. Books were all going on and on about the political economy of the media, structures, philosophical notions, and what not; things that

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For the past two weeks, I've been getting, on an average, 4 - 5 hours of sleep each day. Yes, it's an affliction alright, and one with more severe consequences than say, period cramps, or gastritis. Those go away (in due time or with the right pill) but insomnia is something that stays and causes your life to take a decisive turn, for the worse! First, you start skipping lectures followed by

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Ok, this is actually part of my course-work for Globalisation and its Discontents - we're supposed to write weekly journals to reflect on the topics that are being taught. Apart from that, the internet connection at my place has been down since forever, and I'm actually typing from the computer lab at uni. Somehow, I don't feel too comfortable with writing personal reflections in a public sphere

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Young women aren't free to choose when to have children because their men aren't interested. Men are too self-absorbed, too career-oriented. That's the latest suggestion to emerge in the debate on fertility, where men are now being scolded for failing to shoulder the collective responsibility of a declining birthrate. But why should men be interested in fathering children? Confronted with the

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The picture and title is self-explanatory. And I’ve got 3 more where that came from, each nearly as thick and as content-heavy as this one (for Globalisation and its Discontents). It’s going to be a tough semester. Expect to see less of me getting wasted at the clubs…

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Yesterday night, I was out drinking with Julia and a couple of other people. For some reason, she wanted to get wasted and what was I to do but to accompany her in that process. We started out innocently enough, with Pina Colada, then we moved one step up with vodka Submarines, and finished the night (and ourselves) with a Graveyard. We carried on with the night by cracking impossibly dim jokes

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Goodbye blondie, and heelllooo brunette. It’s that time of the year again, where I say, “Damn, I’m sick of my hair and I’m going to do something about it before I kill myself.” I’ve done it all in all variations of red, copper, brown, and blond but this will only be the second time I’m doing it on my own i.e. with the DIY home colour kits. I sure hope it won’t turn out disastrous. And

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I just got home with the papers and a pack of cigarettes. Had some time to peruse the paper while at the traffic lights and on the front page of today’s Star newspaper was the picture of a man who’d miraculously survived the ordeal of having a bus run over his car. He was trapped within the crushed remains of his car and under the bus for about 30 minutes before firemen and rescue workers pulled

n1kkihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12412394623075678057noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302432.post-1077533756460584242004-02-23T18:35:00.000+08:002004-02-23T18:59:25.606+08:00

i read that woman's joke of the year about 6 months ago, the writer of the joke must be an inconsiderate person, unable to understand man's world, yet trying to manipulate others by using the so called GOD'S WISDOM, hence the writer must be a woman. =) Try this one : A man walking along a California beach was deep in prayer .All of a sudden he said out loud, "Lord grant me one wish." At once the

CShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07258458624420260867noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302432.post-1077457141348011032004-02-22T21:36:00.000+08:002004-02-24T13:50:47.670+08:00

What were the chances? Me attending 2 sporting events - that entailed being under the hot scorching sun - within a week! But I did, and the X games was sure as hell not as boring as the golfing event. I really enjoyed myself. There were heaps of people, heaps of activities, heaps of sweat, and heaps of athletes with hot bods (ok, this only applies to those who participated in the bouldering

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Women's Joke of the Year I just received this in the email and had a very good laugh! Can't help but to share it... A man was sick and tired of going to work every day while his wife stayed home. He wanted her to see what he went through so he prayed: "Dear Lord: I go to work every day and put in 8 hours while my wife merely stays at home. I want her to know what I go through, so please allow

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You know, I'm so annoyed by some of the messages which I receive on Friendster, and the numbers which I receive them in. Here's one recently that got on my nerves: Rcvd: Feb 15 so you're NOT cute then. takes forever to read what you want, who you want to meet and beyond the PETA and peeves for Malaysian drivers(you should try bloody Singaporean drivers, mind you!)..you're just someone who loves

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Carlsberg Malaysian Open - a first experience of the golfing kind After officially sleeping through over 10 missed calls, 5 text messages, and an alarm (I’m still puzzled as to what happened to that) life is finally coursing through my entire body again, though still a rather weak force as I’m still feeling a little dazed and confused. I feel so bad because I was supposed to go for a movie

n1kkihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12412394623075678057noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302432.post-1077227270129907012004-02-20T05:25:00.000+08:002004-02-20T06:37:19.513+08:00

Back to more 'normal' things -- this is CS's last week in KL! (exclamation mark not due to my relief in having him leave). On the contrary, I've lost my religion discussion buddy, but I'll reckon there'll still be plenty of it, face to face interaction or not! Went for a farewell 'yumcha' session with him (but of course), Julia and a few others whom I haven't met prior to this. Thanks to him

n1kkihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12412394623075678057noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302432.post-1077225913846123912004-02-20T05:23:00.000+08:002004-02-20T06:41:29.013+08:00

Mona Lisa Smile It can be safely asserted that no other painting has intrigued art connoisseurs, and lovers quite as much as Leonardo da Vinci’s Mona Lisa. That mysterious smile that can’t be made out – in regards to what kind of ‘smile’ it was, or if she was even smiling at all – has captured the imaginations and made appearances in the works and deliberations of artists of many sorts; the

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1.30am in Singapore, another sleepless night in a big city. Outside the window is the mixture of colonial and modern high rise architecture, reminds me of one of the scene in Devil’s Advocate and the finale part when John Milton’s (who else but the great Al Pacino) terrifying but realistic speech. “Let me give you a little inside information about God. God likes to watch. He's a prankster.

CShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07258458624420260867noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302432.post-1077022241177949522004-02-17T19:59:00.000+08:002004-02-17T21:00:22.810+08:00

Bing is back (again) from Perth! Triple cheers for that! She touched down yesterday and I was to pick her up from Sultan Abdul Aziz Golf Club early in the evening after her competition, in which she finished third. After making a few rounds of Shah Alam, I finally bumbled my way to the place; an awfully disgraceful show of my sense of direction, considering I’d been there before. We hopped on

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Yes, that has been on my to-do list for ages on end but I somehow never managed to rid myself of that extremely bad vice for good. The longest I've ever gone without smoking was for about 6-7 months, and then the nicotine cravings just come roling in again like a snowball along a steep mountainous trail. I'm seriously at loss as to what methods to employ and I presume the only thing I could do

n1kkihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12412394623075678057noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302432.post-1076794203290947832004-02-15T05:06:00.000+08:002004-02-17T12:33:53.450+08:00

ACHTUNG! Spicy Taiwan Sausage Yes, it's not your average cili padi and if you think you might still want to give it a try, be warned that you'll be soberly regretful, as I was. I was tricked into having it after dinner, and it took me a full 15 minutes to recover from the shock, during which I attempted to drown the burning sensation on my tongue and on my lips with water, ice and cucumber.

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Desperation led to temporary dispossession of phone Today, though it was Valentine’s, was nothing much. It was just another mundane day – got up in the evening, continued with the refurbishing works of this blog, went out for dinner, hung out at Bliss and Atmosphere for a while and voila, here I am again; sitting in front of my laptop typing away amidst the catastrophic mess of my room. Yes, I

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Yes, I've officially spent the whole day slaving in front of the computer in my (sometimes seemingly futile) attempt to perform a face lift on this site. Ok well, it isn't exactly a face lift - more like a whole Michael Jackson makeover - and it was an extremely difficult task given the fact that; yes, I've attended computer studies class and had more than my fair share of HTML lessons, but never

n1kkihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12412394623075678057noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302432.post-1076603123929145752004-02-13T00:01:00.000+08:002004-02-13T05:16:22.653+08:00

My new housemate's boyfriend's constant presence in the apartment is causing me some uneasiness. I can no longer go to the shower wrapped in my towel and I have to put on a separate change of clothes whenever I step out of the room. Bummer. A while back, another housemate related the story of how 2 couples were evicted from continuing their stay here because their boyfriends were caught taking

n1kkihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12412394623075678057noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302432.post-1076595848908394182004-02-12T22:20:00.000+08:002004-02-13T05:12:23.700+08:00

A lot of people have been wondering where I’ve gone to for the past couple of weeks or so. I received more than a couple of emails – before my inbox went out of capacity to contain more – asking if I was well, and if everything’s ok. Reason being, I’ve never been offline for more than a week since goodness knows how long ago and people kind of thought that something drastic must have taken

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Today was the first time I actually attempted rock climbing. Went with Mei Peng and was there for about 4 hours. Well, learned how to belay (?) and actually scaled a couple of walls myself! And if you notice that my sentences are short, it’s really because I can type properly – hands feel week and I received two cuts on my fingers. Really, I think that’s all for now.

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According to a newspaper report in The Star, George Bush and Tony Blair were known to be on the list of nominations for the Nobel Peace Prize. Jan Simonsen, a member of the Norwegian parliament made the proposal to include them on the list "for having dared to take the necessary decisions to launch a war on Iraq without having the support of the UN." .............. all when the WMD issue, their

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The story: http://www.thewest.com.au/20040202/news/general/tw-news-general-home-sto 119296.html I thought this was well behind us the moment Pauline Hanson retired from politics and went back to selling fish and chips, but apparently not. I'm just glad no one was hurt and none of those restaurants attacked were my uncle's. And I'd like to be optimistic but I think there'd be more to come,

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I slept the whole night away after popping the flu med. Received a message from Mei Peng asking me to join her for rock climbing today. And since I've got nothing planned, I think I just might. But the thing that's bugging me right now: what to wear? I was initially thought of wearing my red cargoes, but I might just ruin it. Another option was an old pair fitted cargoes that I don't wear

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Yesterday was a pretty uneventful day. Got up at 8 in the morning and was sauntering around my house doing nothing till the boredom finally got to me and I gave Mei Peng a call, at 930. It was finally my turn to ask, “Are you awake yet?” as that’s her standard greeting whenever she calls. Lol, the answer is obviously a no. I figured no one else would be awake that early on a Saturday and I

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One I was 1 and I was bald, mom told me she was so afraid I might have some hair growth problem that she applied olive oil on my head religiously until some hair finally sprouted. Two Abby baby at two! Three Ok, to be honest, I'm really not too sure if this was taken at 3 or 5; no candles!! Four Pretty in pink, with dad. Lol, that was the typical old school birthday setup, with the red

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250 am Jan 22nd 2003 Day#1 I’m going home. I haven’t been home for more than a night’s stay in a matter of three years or so. I didn’t know what to anticipate, or what it’d be like to finally be under the same roof as my parents. It was, after all, quite a huge lapse we’re talking about. Masking tape is weatherproof AND carwash proof Anyhow, I knew there was this one thing that I had to do

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I was awoken by a call from Dad. He asked, "When are you coming back?". "Uhh, soon" He left instructions for me to make soup once I get home, and hearing my groggy voice, he presented me with the classic question, "What time is it now? How can you still be sleeping?" I didn't know what time it was, the line was cut off, but I found out a moment later that it's ONLY 12 pm - a couple of hours

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Since the topic of discussion was on God, and somewhat religions, on XES's site, I find it apt to post this essay which I wrote in Pre-U for my Law class. It's a more factual, less philosophical discourse, which was meant to question the existence of religions. To avoid questioning would be to accept blindly, severely impeding the development and learning process of humankind. I believe that only

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I just came back from having drinks with *Cathy at Alexis, Bangsar. It was another one of those girls-only meeting to catch up and exchange relationship horror stories. Cathy, having only recently acquired her single status, had plenty to bitch about her previous boyfriend. Her four- month relationship with a Japanese hairstylist had been cut short only recently because she found out that he

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Earlier, I met up with Mei Peng, Julia C, and a few others at Café Flam to drown our womanly sorrows; translated as a bitchin’ session. Ms Mei Peng called at the very last minute, and told me, “I’m coming over to pick you up now.” And I was like, “Whoa, hang on, where are we supposed to go again?” (please note the sarcasm, hehe, kidding darling). So, after hanging around for less than an hour –

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A pic denoting the madness of Priscilla and Abby on New Year's eve. Actually, we're almost always this crazy, and no, that wasn't some alcohol-fueled moment of inspiration. Pris 'discovered' the art of photographing shadows quite unwittingly, and soon enough, I was pulled over to join her in the act! The top shadow's me!

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This one was taken loooooong time ago. We were up in Bukit Tinggi on an assignment (David, don't tell!). Haircut and colour courtesy of Kong Fei, a friend's boyfriend who used to be a stylist and I'm planning on having this hairstyle again once my hair's long enough.

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On my way up to the apartment, I got into the same elevator as Ms. Mullen and Mr. Mah – teachers from the Canadian International Matriculation program which I was enrolled in a two years back. Ms. Mullen was one of my favourite teachers and we became pretty close when I took one of her classes during my last semester. She was also one of the most supportive people I had by my side during the

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Met up with CV just now and he showed me the trunk of his car which has recently been refurbished to contain a state of the art sound system. It looks really awesome! The speakers and woofer were each covered with a glass panel and small incandescent blue lights were lined sparsely behind it. Coupled with the speakers’ chrome and silver finish, the whole trunk gained a very futuristic and funky

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Diss-card I’m very happy today because my mom decided to allow one of my credit cards into my custody again. The privilege was revoked a long time ago, nonetheless, due to an unrestrained moment of anger-fuelled shopping spree (after an argument with dad, so to speak). And when I said unrestrained, it really meant that. I reached the limit within a day! At the end of the month, dad sat in the

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Abby Font Oh look! I just found a font named after me! Abby The Abby family are simple blackletter faces and can be used in any application calling for a gothic style type. The more complex weights: HiLite, Lowlite, Open, Split, Etched and Etched5 are best used sparingly. By using a ...blah blah ... Don't know how to cut and paste from that site, here's the link: http://www.myfonts.com/

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Soulmate I woke up feeling particularly moody today and I can’t really figure out why. Maybe I got up on the wrong side of the bed, maybe it’s because I know it’s just going to be yet another day, or maybe I’m feeling rather confused. Whatever it is, I’d be lying if I said it didn’t have anything to do with Sunday’s outing with my ‘friend’ from Houston. Well, he isn’t just a friend, he’s my ex

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Bird Rock Don't feel like writing much today, so I'll just post a pic... This one was taken in Tioman while I was there for a vacation early last year. The top of the rock is white 'cos of, guess what?? BIRD CRAP.. haha, no kidding, you can practically smell it! I can just so imagine a conversation between them birds: Fat Bird: Howdy mate, let’s drop by the rocks and get some business done

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I can’t bloody stand my life! I just got up about an hour ago, and it’s another day gone – just like that. I feel like I’m not doing anything productive at all, and it’s so meaningless to meander through my days like this. I should find something to do, get a job, but what? School reopens in March and if I get started on something right now, I’d have to cancel my holiday trips. Hmm, this is bad

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Oh, and the friend who got back from Melbourne is the fourth person within a week who told me I should write a book.

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Soon after I got back from drinks with David, another friend asked me out for coffee at Starbucks. Lol, my life is just yumcha, yumcha and yumcha these days. He’s back from Melbourne for the summer break and we were just hanging out talking about relationships, religion and life. And he told me about his friend’s disastrous road trip to Adelaide from Melbourne. That friend of his ran into a

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I just got back from a yumcha session at Darulsallam with David. On our way there, I noticed this small yellow building right across Sri KL and upon further scrutiny, I saw an achingly familiar signboard. Unable to contain my excitement, I exclaimed in a very loud voice, “Rotiboy!!! Stop the car!!” David was like, “Are you crazy? I can’t stop my car here!” And I went, “Please, please, I’ll

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Yesterday (Sunday), I met up with yet another friend of mine whom I haven’t seen in a very long time, almost 4 years to be exact. He just got back from Houston a week ago, and was in town for the weekend. Though I was almost dead due to insufficient sleep: got up at 9 in the morning after only having slept for two hours – I made my way to town because if I missed him this time round, it’ll be

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An assignment for my news feature writing class: *I'm a huge advocator of animal rights and against the consumption of shark fin (soup) Man eater? A great wide jaw displaying enormous tenacity and strength opens up to reveal 3000 triangular, serrated (saw-edged), razor-sharp teeth, each measuring up to three inches. The reason – to feed. And this time, food happens to be the innocent and

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I just got back to my room after locking myself out, which wouldn't be so bad, if I weren't JUST wrapped in a towel!! Thank God for Linda, she's such a doll. She went all the way down, walked to the guard house just to get the key for me. And it's 3 something in the morning! Hmm, wonder what I might have to resort to if none of my housemates are around.

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Hello Kitty It’s the return of night owl Abby aka High Priestess of Night Creatures, and President of Insomniacs Anonymous. Yes. I’m living on American time, AGAIN. It’s a funny equation: the later I get up, the more lethargic I feel. It really didn’t have anything to do with the amount of hours I spent sleeping because I’ve gotten 8 hours of it and that’s usually enough for me to get by.

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Shit, it's nearly half past 7 and I've not showered! Well, looks like my hours are on the way to being screwed, but then again, what's new? My housemate, a new one from Sarawak is occupying the shower stall and I'm like stoned. Who the hell gets up at 7 in the morning on a Saturday?

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I didn’t make it for lunch with Julia, again, simply because I was too tired - I slept at 7 something in the morning today after a brief chat with Tom. Tom’s really a great guy to talk to; he offers sound advice, is capable of taking a step back to analyse situations and concerns, and he understands me well enough to deliver advisory packages in flows and forms which are acceptable and easily

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It’s half past four and I’m still sitting here, in front of my laptop while my makeup’s sliding down halfway across my face – not a pretty sight! I really should shower and get changed but I’m a tad excited about starting my first blog and moreover, I’m itching to write something. Well, this ain’t exactly my first blog and thanks to David’s announcement, the whole world (those that have read

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Date: 2003-12-13 03:26 Subject: Trip #1 Mood: blah Music: Waiting 4 U - Bai Kwong (the remixed version) Pic taken at Marriott after Bar None. I absolutely adore the top which I had on - got it from Kookai in Australia. It was a bit expensive, but worth every single cent. Somehow, the Kookai in Malaysia just doesn't measure up, and I was told it's because the collection we get here is

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Date: 2003-12-13 03:54 Subject: Fly me to the moon Mood: bouncy Music: Heaven Must Be Missing an Angel - Tavares This is one of those near-extinct days where I got up feeling extremely cheerful and delirious for no apparent reason at all. I'm feeling so floaty and bouncy that I'm almost inclined to believe that I'd glide all the way to the bottom if I were to jump from my 21st floor balcony

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Date: 2003-05-22 16:32 Subject: Asian vs. Western values Mood: contemplative Music: Humpty Dumpty - Aimee Mann Today, we had an interesting discussion in class concerning Asian values and the depreciation of it. We were discussing the merits of Lee Kuan Yew's interview concerning the appropriate governance of Asian societies and countries. As befitting, we also spoke of the often

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Date: 2002-12-12 23:33 Subject: creeped out Mood: scared Music: Karma Hotel by Spooks Just a couple of days ago, last weekend actually, I went to another state to attend my cousin's wedding. I spent the night in another cousin's house - who used to be very close to me. As usual, being the vampiress that I was, I couldn't sleep late at night and I ventured into my cousin's room to see what

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Date: 2002-11-19 23:26 Subject: Politically correct Mood: contemplative Music: 6 Underground by Sneaker Pimps The work thing is not working for me. The fact is, it's a real drag, literally. For the past week or so which I've been at the office, I've been given nothing more than menial, elementary tasks, all distributed sparsely from one another; I have too much free time. I spend about 2

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Date: 2002-11-06 20:18 Subject: The exam curse Mood: grumpy Music: Bitter Sweet Symphony by The Verve I believe that there is such a thing as the exam curse. All hell breaks loose - starting from the face. Once an untainted complexion, it is now decorated with war scars - evidence of all-nighters, a poor diet of junk food and instant whatever as well as stress - pimples, eye bags and a

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Date: 2002-10-29 23:49 Subject: After a storm comes a calm Mood: chipper Music: Groovejet by Spiller That's it. The exam is over and done with. I feel as though an enormous burden had been lifted off my shoulders. Immediately after the exam I felt like a bird which had just caught a worm - chirpy and accomplished. Accomplished because I think I answered my questions reasonably well and

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Date: 2002-10-28 13:42 Subject: Monday blues Mood: pessimistic Music: Life is mono by Mono I've always hated Monday for as long as I can remember. Mondays are the beginning of the week -meaning after a weekend of slacking, relaxing, partying or sleeping in, you suddenly realise at the buzz of the infuriatingly and irritatingly loud alarm - that everything's over. So are Mondays the

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Date: 2002-10-28 04:49 Subject: No book, no life? Mood: apathetic Music: Ironic by Alanis Morissette Well, what can I say? It seems that this sort of thing has its way of finding me, like I have some kind of gravitational pull. Or maybe, it's just me - my subconscious mind doing these things that the conscious me is not aware of. Whatever it is, my exam IS on Tuesday. Yes, I know I should

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