<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-508341211695216865</id><updated>2009-11-10T01:15:19.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lifetime Piling Up</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballroombiscotti.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508341211695216865/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballroombiscotti.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508341211695216865/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Winnie Chong</name><email>teenywinnie@gmail.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>93</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-508341211695216865.post-5279400225373653580</id><published>2009-11-09T20:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T21:13:03.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Flakes, Corn Flakes</title><content type='html'>Autumn leaves scattered the walkways, and the air smelled of burning firewood and hot dogs from the street vendors. I lie back on the grass and look up at the orange autumn leaves fluttering the trees overhead. The November air is crisp, and I can see clouds forming shapes up in the clear sky. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, enough of daydreaming - there is no autumn or street vendors selling hot dogs or crisp air here in Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s the second week of the semester break. As much as I vow to spend it wisely I’ve been doing nothing much lately. I reorganised my iTunes library. I watch reruns of Gossip Girl as well as new episodes. I watch how people ridicule themselves in Paris Hilton’s My New BFF. Also, I finally have the time to catch up on One Tree Hill – Lucas Scott is marrying Peyton Sawyer! Kate Voegele plays Mia in it and she sings Manhattan from the Sky from her latest album A Fine Mess. The album is superb, go download it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food at home is delectable I believe I’m gaining weight so I don’t dare to step on the weighing machine. The last time I stepped on it the machine told me I gained two freaking kilograms. I’m thankful it didn’t say “One person at a time!” when I stepped on it. If you’re a good friend you’ll keep this a secret – I ate two plates of rice for dinner last Saturday. You can’t blame me, it was my Daddy’s birthday that day (my Daddy turned fifty-seven on seven eleven). Dinner was too good that night, I couldn’t help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy has promised me a shopping trip next week! I know I shouldn’t be buying anything anymore; I have three suitcases full of clothes to bring to university, not forgetting one box of food stock, one box of electrical appliances and another for toiletries. I know because they are exactly what I brought home from university. But I’m a girl - shopping is a basic necessity for girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lab instructor said I’ll be getting myself into the Dean’s list for the first time and it will be a motivation for me throughout my 4 years in university. I personally question the veracity of his statement because, well, I’m Winnie Chong. Winnie Chong has never gotten a GPA of 3.5 and above. But secretly I wish to get into the list so please please please please please PLEASE let me get it. Results will be out soon so if I get it I promise I’ll be a good girl. Pretty pretty please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh people, you HAVE to watch Leighton Meester’s new music video, the one where she wears super sexy outfits (more like lingerie to me) and sings around Robin Thicke. &lt;i&gt;Somebody To Love&lt;/i&gt; is the title of the song. I think the song is okay, but I prefer &lt;i&gt;Good Girls Go Bad&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I can’t wait for December. I’m feeling all hark-the-herald-angels-sing-glory-to-the-newborn-king now. Do you know I used to be a soprano singer in church carolling a couple of years ago? It was so fun I wish to do it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randomly random I am. The Snow Flakes I bought the other day are so delicious I think I’ll grab some now. 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type='text/html' href='http://ballroombiscotti.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-spy-absent-guy.html' title='I Spy an Absent Guy'/><author><name>Winnie Chong</name><email>teenywinnie@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15193056901280620407'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-508341211695216865.post-3692016879911161446</id><published>2009-10-29T14:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T00:10:22.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm My Biggest Fan WTF</title><content type='html'>Never in my life have I thought of becoming a celebrity or to lead double lives - a student by day and a singer by night (think Hannah Montana). But today I think I just turned into one. Not into Hannah Montana of course. Into a celebrity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tA0xixl8v5Q/Suk0roCQelI/AAAAAAAABHM/kyPQKu4uxws/s1600-h/Malu.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tA0xixl8v5Q/Suk0roCQelI/AAAAAAAABHM/kyPQKu4uxws/s400/Malu.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where to hide now. I didn't look my best on that day - it was the university registration day, and the night before I didn't sleep well. Not because I was nervous to enter university, but because the hotel room was very cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lab instructor tagged me on Facebook this morning. He was like, "I didn't know my student is a celebrity now". I was like, "Destroy all the magazines!" and he told me they are all over the university now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great. Now everyone knows I have a fat face.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/508341211695216865-3692016879911161446?l=ballroombiscotti.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballroombiscotti.blogspot.com/feeds/3692016879911161446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ballroombiscotti.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-my-biggest-fan-wtf.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508341211695216865/posts/default/3692016879911161446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508341211695216865/posts/default/3692016879911161446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballroombiscotti.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-my-biggest-fan-wtf.html' title='I&apos;m My Biggest Fan WTF'/><author><name>Winnie Chong</name><email>teenywinnie@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15193056901280620407'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tA0xixl8v5Q/Suk0roCQelI/AAAAAAAABHM/kyPQKu4uxws/s72-c/Malu.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-508341211695216865.post-7502034550829781506</id><published>2009-10-16T17:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T17:59:44.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Genius Next Door (As If!)</title><content type='html'>Because the restaurant I own in Facebook is making fast progress, most of my time is spent on it instead of studying for the finals. But I've been waking up at 4 to study every morning so I guess a few hours of Restaurant City won't hurt. I hope. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tA0xixl8v5Q/Stg-Bi88Q2I/AAAAAAAABG8/bvKUHkEEUYw/s1600-h/Restaurant+City.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tA0xixl8v5Q/Stg-Bi88Q2I/AAAAAAAABG8/bvKUHkEEUYw/s320/Restaurant+City.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just stumbled upon this very picture. Shirley, Jacylyn and I, picture taken in the university. I personally think we don't look like each other. People always tell my parents that Shirley is the prettiest among the four of us (another sister is not in the picture as she did not come along with us that day). They are SO rude - they should say that I am the prettiest. OK just joking, Shirley is indeed prettier than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tA0xixl8v5Q/SthBAuOzclI/AAAAAAAABHE/lp9XHSb5lrE/s1600-h/P8160258.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tA0xixl8v5Q/SthBAuOzclI/AAAAAAAABHE/lp9XHSb5lrE/s320/P8160258.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finals will start in 2 weeks. I'm not as blur as I used to be now that I've been studying, but I hope I won't fail in any subjects. One subject costs RM1.5++K, how can I afford to fail?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to get back to Restaurant City now. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/508341211695216865-7502034550829781506?l=ballroombiscotti.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballroombiscotti.blogspot.com/feeds/7502034550829781506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ballroombiscotti.blogspot.com/2009/10/genius-next-door-as-if.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508341211695216865/posts/default/7502034550829781506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508341211695216865/posts/default/7502034550829781506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballroombiscotti.blogspot.com/2009/10/genius-next-door-as-if.html' title='Genius Next Door (As If!)'/><author><name>Winnie Chong</name><email>teenywinnie@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15193056901280620407'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tA0xixl8v5Q/Stg-Bi88Q2I/AAAAAAAABG8/bvKUHkEEUYw/s72-c/Restaurant+City.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-508341211695216865.post-1342542793527931572</id><published>2009-10-06T07:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T11:50:34.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ghost</title><content type='html'>Slept at 1.00am, woke up at 6.00am - a freaking 5 hours of sleep only. It was pitch black when I woke up, and my heart began to beat like the drums in All-American Reject's &lt;i&gt;Move Along&lt;/i&gt; - the image of the white pale ghost getting hit by a train was still very much in my mind. As I opened my room door and walked outside I was reminded of the ghost you see in Ju-On - not the too-much-make-up-on kid, but the woman with long hair who&amp;nbsp;practically crawls down the stairs with her long hair covering her face. I began to sing in my mind just so my imagination would not run wild. FAIL! As I stood in front of the mirror to wash my face and brush my teeth I couldn't even look into the mirror. Turning on the faucet, I wondered if blood would come out from it instead of water. Brushing off all fears, I bravely stepped into the bathroom. I took a really quick shower and sped off back into my room after that. Breakfast was also eaten in the bedroom because there were two long-haired ghosts loitering in the living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what you get when you listen to ghost stories alone in your room late at night. That was two nights ago but the effect was so great I am still scared today. Good job, &lt;a href="http://budakbelacan.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jan&lt;/a&gt;, good job =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know, I really love watching horror movies. Back at home my dad and I would be the only ones staying up to watch them while my sisters would run to their rooms first thing. But that was back at home when I felt really safe. Here it is so... scary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/508341211695216865-1342542793527931572?l=ballroombiscotti.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballroombiscotti.blogspot.com/feeds/1342542793527931572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ballroombiscotti.blogspot.com/2009/10/ghost.html#comment-form' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508341211695216865/posts/default/1342542793527931572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508341211695216865/posts/default/1342542793527931572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballroombiscotti.blogspot.com/2009/10/ghost.html' title='Ghost'/><author><name>Winnie Chong</name><email>teenywinnie@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15193056901280620407'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-508341211695216865.post-2084172353015987020</id><published>2009-09-24T11:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T15:53:43.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Awesomeness</title><content type='html'>So I'm back home for a one-week break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of my time at home was spent on assignments, Differential Equations, Circuits Analysis and Gossip Girl. OMG did I tell you Season 3 is just too awesome? They have my favourite song, Cobra Starship (featuring Leighton Meester)'s &lt;i&gt;Good Girls Go Bad&lt;/i&gt; in Episode 2!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum has been stuffing me with food ever since I came back. Last night it was pizza, I had like 4 huge slices of it. I know, I feel so adequate everytime I'm home. In prison there's practically nothing to eat. Mark told me I'm thin like a bamboo now. It's not like I want to be like a bamboo, there's really nothing much to eat in prison except for a vast selection of oily fried rice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of nights ago I attended a BBQ party organized by my ex-classmate who is now in Russia. I had people coming up to me that night asking me if I have a boyfriend. I know, everyone expects you to have a boyfriend when you're in university. Unless you mean Chace Crawford, I don't have a boyfriend. My life is already dedicated to Electrical &amp;amp; Electronics Engineering and well, Gossip Girl. I have tonnes of assignments piling up I might as well name my blog "Assignments Piling Up". Although sometimes I am worried I may end up being single for the rest of my life, I'm not in a rush to find a life partner right now. You know it takes time to get to know someone, you don't just go out with some random guy you meet in university right? As much as I adore Blair Waldorf and her bitchiness I don't wish to be like her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh have you people heard Miley Cyrus' &lt;i&gt;Party in the USA&lt;/i&gt;? It's awesome! I know you people may think Miley can't sing and all, but the song is really nice! The music video is so nice &lt;a href="http://cynsheng.wordpress.com/"&gt;Boss&lt;/a&gt; is looking for the link to download it. And Miley's husband-to-be &lt;a href="http://lptg-prashan.blogspot.com/"&gt;Prashan&lt;/a&gt; is already downloading it so that he can watch her every day. I'm just waiting for someone to finish downloading it and then send to me. "And the Jay-Z song was on, and the Jay-Z song was on, and the Jay-Z song was on...". The song is way better than &lt;i&gt;The Climb&lt;/i&gt; where in the music video Miley picks up her guitar only to put it down again and then pick it up again and then put it down again and it goes on and on and on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night after having pizza my parents brought me to Giant to buy Raya cookies. I've been craving for Raya cookies since my C-programming lecturer gave me some but I didn't have the chance to buy them until last night. There are not much left, I had wanted those chocolate-y ones but choices were limited since Raya is over so I settled for cheese and butter cookies. They tasted really terrible - that's what you get when you buy Raya cookies last minute. They're in the fridge now and nobody wants to eat them. Now I'm really looking forward to &lt;a href="http://rytmnrh.blogspot.com/"&gt;Aryati&lt;/a&gt;'s cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm downloading the very last episode of Gossip Girl Season 2 now. I do get confused sometimes, since I'm watching Season 3 now without finishing Season 2 and at the same time I'm re-watching Season 1 so basically I'm watching episodes from all three seasons at the same time. You people may get bored with me talking about Gossip Girl all the time, I know, but Gossip Girl is really nice you should watch it! You have got nothing to lose - Chace Crawford is so handsome I drool everytime I see him and for you guys, Blake Lively has the cutest giggles my best friend loves her and Leighton Meester is so pretty if I'm a guy I'd fall for her. And of course it's not all pretty faces and no drama - the show is full of drama! So yeah if you have nothing to do you should watch Gossip Girl. Even if you have something to do you should totally spend some time watching it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized I've been talking so much. So here's a picture I took at the KL tower with a pony I talked about &lt;a href="http://ballroombiscotti.blogspot.com/2009/08/life-must-go-on.html"&gt;months ago&lt;/a&gt;. Isn't it gorgeous? And if it tilts its head up I think it's taller than me. I know I'm short, my mum said my growth is stunted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tA0xixl8v5Q/SrrqGoaF0VI/AAAAAAAABG0/mjMmAZHPAg0/s1600-h/P8150156.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tA0xixl8v5Q/SrrqGoaF0VI/AAAAAAAABG0/mjMmAZHPAg0/s320/P8150156.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This post is so random and it is without a theme. You've just wasted a few minutes of your time reading this. Have a nice day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/508341211695216865-2084172353015987020?l=ballroombiscotti.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballroombiscotti.blogspot.com/feeds/2084172353015987020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ballroombiscotti.blogspot.com/2009/09/awesomeness.html#comment-form' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508341211695216865/posts/default/2084172353015987020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508341211695216865/posts/default/2084172353015987020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballroombiscotti.blogspot.com/2009/09/awesomeness.html' title='Awesomeness'/><author><name>Winnie Chong</name><email>teenywinnie@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15193056901280620407'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tA0xixl8v5Q/SrrqGoaF0VI/AAAAAAAABG0/mjMmAZHPAg0/s72-c/P8150156.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-508341211695216865.post-5163140579978296466</id><published>2009-09-12T10:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T10:37:31.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spin My Head Right Round, Right Round</title><content type='html'>Current song: Sing by Theo Tams &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is at times like this that I really wish to be home. The fever has subsided, but my back is still very painful. My head is spinning and my tummy feels really weird. It's the second time in university that I'm down with fever, and it makes me want to cry, really. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 10 and I haven't had breakfast because there is no food in the apartment. My head is spinning I don't think I can walk straight, so going out to buy food is not an option coz' I may not come back in one piece if I go out. But not eating is not an option too. Roommate's out as usual, housemates are all out too. All I have are the expired &lt;strike&gt;booty crotch&lt;/strike&gt; butterscotch bread and boxes of Vono mushroom soup. No I don't want to have mushroom soup because it's hot. And I feel hot now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept from 8.30pm till 9.00am today - a freaking 12 hours and 30 minutes! When my dad called last night at 10.50pm I thought it's the next day already. I have to study Circuits Analysis because I've been slacking, and I have to finish up my lab report too. But I've been wasting so much time I doubt I can ever finish doing them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How am I supposed to get lunch, I have no idea too.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being sick in university is really pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: My dreams are about plane crashes lately. I don't know what it means. I'm worried for the worst.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/508341211695216865-5163140579978296466?l=ballroombiscotti.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballroombiscotti.blogspot.com/feeds/5163140579978296466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ballroombiscotti.blogspot.com/2009/09/spin-my-head-right-round-right-round.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508341211695216865/posts/default/5163140579978296466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508341211695216865/posts/default/5163140579978296466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballroombiscotti.blogspot.com/2009/09/spin-my-head-right-round-right-round.html' title='Spin My Head Right Round, Right Round'/><author><name>Winnie Chong</name><email>teenywinnie@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15193056901280620407'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-508341211695216865.post-7532762822909986933</id><published>2009-09-06T22:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T22:39:29.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I was Lost but Now I'm Found</title><content type='html'>Excuse the excitement, but I'm &lt;b&gt;really&lt;/b&gt; excited today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Chieng texted me after lunch this evening to ask if I'd like to follow him to the &lt;a href="http://www.theactschurch.org/"&gt;ACTS Church&lt;/a&gt; in Subang. I had always wanted to go to a church here, so my first reaction was a big YES. At about 3 something we were on our way to Subang, and it was about 30-45 minutes from UNITEN. The church is located on the second floor of the Summit Hotel USJ (nice place!). The worship session was really awesome, and the service was undeniably interesting (I'm running out of words to describe how great the service was!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had been a while since I last went to church, so this time around I was very blessed to have a friend to accompany me to one. I saw &lt;a href="http://tiff-ny.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tiffany&lt;/a&gt; there, she was from Sitiawan Wesley too. It was great to see familiar faces there, including Pastor Andy Yeoh. Did I tell you how I &lt;b&gt;love&lt;/b&gt; Altered Frequency? Huge fan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've made a number of new friends there, and most of them had no idea what UNITEN is. It's like when I was in Australia and people asked me where I'm from and when I said "Malaysia" they gave me this look. But I totally love the surprised looks from the people in church when I told them I'm doing Electrical &amp;amp; Electronics Engineering, I think it sounds too grand for them =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodies! I know, they are SO gorgeous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tA0xixl8v5Q/SqO-BivKwWI/AAAAAAAABGs/uS6ERf-cRy0/s1600-h/P9061018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tA0xixl8v5Q/SqO-BivKwWI/AAAAAAAABGs/uS6ERf-cRy0/s320/P9061018.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I don't know if I'm excited because I finally got the chance to get out of prison after days of studying Calculus, but I guess my excitement comes from the experience (or should I say, ACTSperience?) I encountered today. I feel &lt;i&gt;so&lt;/i&gt; good now, &lt;i&gt;so&lt;/i&gt; carefree, like a huge burden has been lifted off my shoulders. A lot had been going on in my mind in the past few weeks, and I realized all I have to do is just to let go of them. I was upset and disappointed with certain things that had gone out of hand, but now I know I'll just have to put my faith in Him, for nothing is impossible with Him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet I'm going to have a good night's sleep tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_1252247809025"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cynsheng.wordpress.com/"&gt;Boss&lt;/a&gt;, I'll see you there next week! Can't wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/508341211695216865-7532762822909986933?l=ballroombiscotti.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballroombiscotti.blogspot.com/feeds/7532762822909986933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ballroombiscotti.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-was-lost-but-now-im-found.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508341211695216865/posts/default/7532762822909986933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508341211695216865/posts/default/7532762822909986933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballroombiscotti.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-was-lost-but-now-im-found.html' title='I was Lost but Now I&apos;m Found'/><author><name>Winnie Chong</name><email>teenywinnie@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15193056901280620407'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tA0xixl8v5Q/SqO-BivKwWI/AAAAAAAABGs/uS6ERf-cRy0/s72-c/P9061018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-508341211695216865.post-4371212492617612683</id><published>2009-09-04T08:01:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T16:54:59.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chetory!</title><content type='html'>"Chetory!" means "How are you?" in the Persian language. My Iranian friends taught me that. I think it sounds really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm addicted to Facebook - even when there is practically nothing to do on Facebook. In the morning I grab my breakfast into the room and sit in front of the laptop to Facebook. In the afternoon when I come back from classes the first thing I do is Facebook. In the evening before I go out for dinner I Facebook. At night while studying I Facebook too. Staring at the Facebook homepage is, in my opinion, REALLY time-wasting. But when I turn to see my roommate she's on Facebook. When I go to the bathroom and walk past the other room I see on my housemates' laptop screens - Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something is terribly wrong with the world. Everyone's addicted to Facebook!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: My arms and legs are aching from karate. The training yesterday was so vigorous I nearly cried from the pain. I was the only girl in the training yesterday, so I had to train as hard as the guys. The president commented that my body is flexible (hehe!) when he made me open my legs up wide while sitting on the floor and pushed my back forward till my head nearly touched the floor (and I had to stay in that position for 10 freaking minutes!). The guy beside me doing the same training could be heard screaming in pain. I hope to get a yellow belt soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I have to go to class already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/508341211695216865-4371212492617612683?l=ballroombiscotti.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballroombiscotti.blogspot.com/feeds/4371212492617612683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ballroombiscotti.blogspot.com/2009/09/chetory.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508341211695216865/posts/default/4371212492617612683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508341211695216865/posts/default/4371212492617612683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballroombiscotti.blogspot.com/2009/09/chetory.html' title='Chetory!'/><author><name>Winnie Chong</name><email>teenywinnie@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15193056901280620407'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-508341211695216865.post-3797632365889116605</id><published>2009-08-31T00:07:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T11:13:19.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Come Clean</title><content type='html'>Watching the ending of Episode 3 of Gossip Girl of the first season has left me sobbing. I wonder if sweet things ever happen in real life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot has been going through my mind in the past week. The things that I did or did not do, the things that happened or did not happen, they are too much for me to handle. The panic that I went through, the pain that I experienced, they are just part of what I encountered, and handled on my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mask that I put on to hide is layered now. I don't know what to feel, I don't know what to expect. I don't know if I'm doing what I'm supposed to do, or should I be doing more? I mourn for the the bad things that come, but I'm too afraid to confront them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for being absent, I've lost my faith in you. The games that you play, the cold treatment that you provide, the absence in my life - I've had enough. I'm done with playing along just so I could please you. I'm done with playing along just so you'd think you're right. I'm done with playing along just so you'd feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rubber-band theory a great friend once shared with me holds from here. I don't want to worry anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think I'm pathetic then you are pathetic too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/508341211695216865-3797632365889116605?l=ballroombiscotti.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508341211695216865/posts/default/3797632365889116605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508341211695216865/posts/default/3797632365889116605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballroombiscotti.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-come-clean.html' title='I Come Clean'/><author><name>Winnie Chong</name><email>teenywinnie@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15193056901280620407'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-508341211695216865.post-1990288801118910993</id><published>2009-08-20T17:21:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T08:11:15.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Get Your Armour!</title><content type='html'>Let me show you something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tA0xixl8v5Q/So0WfmvScNI/AAAAAAAABGM/JVcnHIVnfas/s1600-h/P8201010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tA0xixl8v5Q/So0WfmvScNI/AAAAAAAABGM/JVcnHIVnfas/s320/P8201010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371974662753513682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note what my lecturer wrote on my quiz paper. And the government still wants to revert the medium of teaching in Science &amp;amp; Mathematics to BM. By the way I DID follow the instructions, just that he thought my method of solving the equation is too complicated. I'm SO proud that I'm one of the only few who got the answer correct in the quiz (the lecturer told us that since so many people did wrongly the quiz would not be counted wtf), but I have zero confidence in my Circuits Analysis test tomorrow, believe me. The students here think I'm smart. Seriously. I have no idea what had gotten into their brains. If I'm smart I would have ended up in Yale like those students in Gossip Girl, or like Rory Gilmore in Gilmore Girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me show you another thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tA0xixl8v5Q/So0XW6XIBAI/AAAAAAAABGU/29V1tWuLbjk/s1600-h/P8201013.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/_tA0xixl8v5Q/So0XW6XIBAI/AAAAAAAABGU/29V1tWuLbjk/s320/P8201013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371975612913681410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new LG KS360! Nice or not? Love it to bits. Got it last week when I went back to Sitiawan. I had wanted pink but they did not have it. Sorry &lt;a href="http://jefwayne.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jef&lt;/a&gt;, no pink!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the QWERTY keypad is awesome! As for the phone chain it was bought from the KL Tower. They told me it glows in the dark but looks like I've been fooled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tA0xixl8v5Q/So0YAJuCj8I/AAAAAAAABGc/CGfx1WzyqB4/s1600-h/P8201015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tA0xixl8v5Q/So0YAJuCj8I/AAAAAAAABGc/CGfx1WzyqB4/s320/P8201015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371976321410961346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have Circuits Analysis test tomorrow! So NOT prepared T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secretly I wished to get into the Dean's list. Now I wonder if I can even pass my tests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, today I had lunch with this new friend from Dubai whom I got to know from my Differential Equations class. I was eating alone in the cafeteria while reading the papers when he came to my table and sat down. We then started to talk like long-lost friends and he told me a lot about his country, then he even asked me to go there one day. I know, so nice right? My next destination - Dubai.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/508341211695216865-1990288801118910993?l=ballroombiscotti.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballroombiscotti.blogspot.com/feeds/1990288801118910993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ballroombiscotti.blogspot.com/2009/08/get-your-armour.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508341211695216865/posts/default/1990288801118910993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508341211695216865/posts/default/1990288801118910993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballroombiscotti.blogspot.com/2009/08/get-your-armour.html' title='Get Your Armour!'/><author><name>Winnie Chong</name><email>teenywinnie@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15193056901280620407'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tA0xixl8v5Q/So0WfmvScNI/AAAAAAAABGM/JVcnHIVnfas/s72-c/P8201010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-508341211695216865.post-3453455477444604042</id><published>2009-08-16T16:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T17:24:43.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Must Go On</title><content type='html'>I'm back in university. It's a sad thing - I cried for, like, half an hour after my parents and sisters left for Sitiawan after sending me here. I believe this time the effect of leaving home is greater than before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was spent with my parents and two sisters in Bukit Bintang. Another sister chose to stay at home because she had to study for her coming tests. I have to study for my Differential Equations test tomorrow too but I wouldn't let the chance to spend time with my family to go to waste. We visited the KL Tower yesterday, it was my first visit there. The place is beautiful, but I find the entry ticket too expensive - RM38 for adults and RM28 for children. My dad ended up paying, like, RM170 for the whole family to enter the observation deck. The observation deck is around 500meters above the ground, and when you go up your ear feels like how they would feel when you're in an airplane due to the pressure. Anyways, the place is really awesome you should visit it if you haven't. Oh, I went for a pony ride there too, also my first time riding a pony. Ponies are beautiful creatures. Also I was begging my parents to let me go on the Flying Fox, but my parents wouldn't let me. They were worried the ropes will snap and all. Pessimistic parents. As a result the daughter is pessimistic too. Pictures were taken with my daddy's camera and it uses a micro SD card - I don't have a memory card reader with me and my laptop's built-in card reader doesn't read micro SD cards so I'd have to wait for my sister to send the pictures to me. I believe I'd cry again after seeing those pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night we went for a walk at Bintang Walk after dinner to experience the night life in KL. I've never in my life been out in KL city at night, so I find it pretty shocking to see how vibrant the night life in KL is. My parents told me not to go out at night so the only time I get to experience the night life in KL is when my family is here with me. I did a little shopping at Metrojaya and that was it. I was being a good daughter by not spending too much of my daddy's money. Quick, give me the "Best Daughter in the World" award!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We came to prison/my university at around 11.30 from Bukit Bintang this morning. For lunch I introduced to them the shit/food I eat everyday in university, and they think the food is not bad wtf. I even gave my family a tour around the university today, and they think this place is beautiful but too hilly. After that my mum helped me to clean the house, my mummy is such an angel! The place is sparkling clean now. They left at around 3.00p.m., and that's when I started crying like a crybaby. One week of spending so much time with them and now I have to spend 2 months plus here before going back again. Even typing this makes me cry. I love them so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. I'm looking forward to the semester break in November already. I hope this 2 months plus will pass by really quickly. Even the thought of fried rice is making me sick now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/508341211695216865-3453455477444604042?l=ballroombiscotti.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballroombiscotti.blogspot.com/feeds/3453455477444604042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ballroombiscotti.blogspot.com/2009/08/life-must-go-on.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508341211695216865/posts/default/3453455477444604042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508341211695216865/posts/default/3453455477444604042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballroombiscotti.blogspot.com/2009/08/life-must-go-on.html' title='Life Must Go On'/><author><name>Winnie Chong</name><email>teenywinnie@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15193056901280620407'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-508341211695216865.post-7283826303025037548</id><published>2009-08-07T10:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T17:10:53.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Homecoming</title><content type='html'>Right after the university management announced that 3 students had been confirmed positive of H1N1 and that the students would be granted an early semester break effective immediately yesterday noon, I went back to my room, packed my bags in 15 minutes, called for the taxi (it wasn't really a taxi, it was a student earning money part-time by fetching people around), and left. Mark had taught me the way to get to Puduraya from my university a few days ago(I'm glad he did coz' the journey I had from the KTM station in Serdang to Puduraya yesterday was smooth-sailing). The journey was done alone (I'm so proud of myself!) because I had no idea how my other friends are going home so might as well do it on my own, right? My parents were very worried about my going to Puduraya on my own but I managed to prove to them that I could do it. I'm sure they are proud of me too =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met up with Mark at around 4 something yesterday at Puduraya. We went for a walk at Petaling Street where he showed me around and I saw his college too. It was fun, we should definitely do it again soon! It had been ages since I last saw him, so seeing him again yesterday was really great. We said our goodbyes when I boarded the bus at 5.30pm, and the rest of the journey home was done alone again. My uncle called to say how brave I was to be doing this on my own. My pride multiplied to the maximum last night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached Sitiawan at approximately 9.30pm last night. Everything at home is new - the new desktop, the new Olympus mju Tough-6000 (10-megapixel, waterproof, shockproof, dust-proof, weather-proof, whatever proof that you could think of, it's all in it!). It was so great to see my family again - my sisters are doing very well in their studies, my parents are fine and as jovial as they have always been. The sense of security here at home is really assuring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I'm back it's time to study for the coming tests. I have assignments and lab reports to finish up too. And oh Gossip Girl on TV! It's been a while since I last watched TV. I know, it's really pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No fried rice for a week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/508341211695216865-7283826303025037548?l=ballroombiscotti.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballroombiscotti.blogspot.com/feeds/7283826303025037548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ballroombiscotti.blogspot.com/2009/08/homecoming.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508341211695216865/posts/default/7283826303025037548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508341211695216865/posts/default/7283826303025037548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballroombiscotti.blogspot.com/2009/08/homecoming.html' title='Homecoming'/><author><name>Winnie Chong</name><email>teenywinnie@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15193056901280620407'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-508341211695216865.post-880150733009713608</id><published>2009-07-29T22:28:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T11:58:40.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesdays with Me</title><content type='html'>It's a miracle that I could sign in to Blogger tonight. Most nights the site is blocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today has been a tough day for me. Wednesdays are tough for me - my first class of the day starts at 8.00a.m. and the last class ends at 8.00p.m. And I have all 5 subjects in one day. It's tiring. That entitles me to be a sulking queen tonight. Let me voice out my dissatisfaction once and for all:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had lunch this afternoon with a couple of newly-made university friends taking the same course as me. Damn. Those people are really fun to talk to but they're not in the same classes as me. Sigh. Maybe next semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone is having serious trust issues. But that does not give him the right to throw accusations blindly. DON'T mess with my best friend or you'll be messing with me. Don't phunk with my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously hate it when people act smart. If you don't have a clue of what you're doing, f*** off. I've been the one writing lab reports and getting 20/20 TWICE for the both of us. So when I tell you I want to try drawing a circuit on the lab computer you should let me do it instead of you hogging the computer acting all smart and then the circuit drawn was wrong and then we had to find the mistakes and then I had to eat dinner at 8.30p.m. because I left the lab so late when it was supposed to end at 8.00p.m.! I could have made it on time to the College of IT to have free &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ais kacang&lt;/span&gt; instead of eating fried rice alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some girls really talk a lot. I mean A LOT. It was a fine morning, I was listening to the lecturer teaching, and then some bitches began talking behind me. Look, did your parents send you to university to be a chatterbox? You want to talk so much, don't attend classes. Sit in your room and you can talk the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk really fast. So bitches, if you walk slowly, don't walk in big groups and take the whole lane. The walking lanes were not built by your grandfathers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And those who do not grow up in England/America/any Western countries, stop speaking in accents as if you have one. It's annoying. Especially when you try to speak like you're born with it but not realize that you sound like a duck quacking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You people really know how to make me angry. Luckily I've studied for my Differential Equations quiz during the weekends so even if I don't have the mood to study now I will make sure I do better than you bitches in the quiz tomorrow. Especially those who talk a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could really do with a bottle of Yakult now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/508341211695216865-880150733009713608?l=ballroombiscotti.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballroombiscotti.blogspot.com/feeds/880150733009713608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ballroombiscotti.blogspot.com/2009/07/wednesdays-with-me.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508341211695216865/posts/default/880150733009713608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508341211695216865/posts/default/880150733009713608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballroombiscotti.blogspot.com/2009/07/wednesdays-with-me.html' title='Wednesdays with Me'/><author><name>Winnie Chong</name><email>teenywinnie@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15193056901280620407'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-508341211695216865.post-5999873221765273829</id><published>2009-07-18T22:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T23:17:18.348+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='University'/><title type='text'>The Saturday</title><content type='html'>OK - my plan to study to the max today has failed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With everyone here either gone home or out shopping or to the movies, I had decided to stay back here in my apartment room to study. But after revising Differentiation and Electric Circuits in the morning, I spent the day watching Gossip Girl Season 2 back-to-back and crying along when Blair Waldorf cries (this whole thing about Bart Bass dying in a car accident leaving his son Chuck very sad then Blair gets sad when she sees him sad and when she says "I love you" to him he does not say it back to her and then Serena and Dan are on again after being off again and Nate and Vanessa being together and Jenny being jealous of them coz' obviously she likes him then Rufus and Lily have this son Lily gave up for adoption but Rufus does not know about it until her bitch of a mother tells him that *catches my breath* All the drama!). My roommate has gone camping so I am free to cry in my room - that's what you get when you're watching a series all alone in your room with your earphones on so you can clearly hear every single conversation they say and you feel like you're there watching the whole drama live and then you get emotional too. Or maybe it's the homesick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey, I did study a bit here and there so I still studied, right? Saturdays are the most non-productive day of the week, don't you agree? I need to shave my legs and arms tomorrow before going jogging, please remind me. But if I don't shave also nevermind, the security guard had advised me to wear longer pants when I go out to eat in the university so how to flaunt my legs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I need to watch Little Britain to cheer up a bit. Oh did I tell you, C-programming is shit but fun at the same time? Let me teach you programming. If you want to type "I love Chace Crawford" in your C++ program you should type this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;#include&lt;stdio.h&gt;&lt;stdio.h&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;main()&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/stdio.h&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;stdio.h&gt;                         printf("I love Chace Crawford\n");&lt;/stdio.h&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;stdio.h&gt;&lt;/stdio.h&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;stdio.h&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm not even sure if I'm correct. But I have a programming quiz next week! Another 3 weeks to go back home. &lt;/stdio.h&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;stdio.h&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: I type very long sentences when I'm &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;angry&lt;/span&gt;. But no, it's not about Gossip Girl. Or Blair Waldorf. Or the security guard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s/s: &lt;/stdio.h&gt;I'm looking for flight tickets now. Hope I can get cheap tickets to Singapore or something. I'm itching to go on a plane right now as I see planes everyday from the university. And it's funny that &lt;a href="http://budakbelacan.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jan&lt;/a&gt; near MMU can hear plane sounds at the same time I hear them in UNITEN - it's proven from the 1.00a.m. experiment we did tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/508341211695216865-5999873221765273829?l=ballroombiscotti.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballroombiscotti.blogspot.com/feeds/5999873221765273829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ballroombiscotti.blogspot.com/2009/07/saturday.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508341211695216865/posts/default/5999873221765273829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508341211695216865/posts/default/5999873221765273829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballroombiscotti.blogspot.com/2009/07/saturday.html' title='The Saturday'/><author><name>Winnie Chong</name><email>teenywinnie@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15193056901280620407'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-508341211695216865.post-503848648886723833</id><published>2009-07-07T15:21:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T12:02:08.750+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='University'/><title type='text'>Bruises</title><content type='html'>I don't know why, in university I tend to get hungry very easily although I do not miss any important meals of the day. It's around 3.22p.m. now and look what I made for tea - bread with strawberry jam spread and chrysanthemum drink! As I'm typing this one piece of the bread has already been eaten. Oh by the way &lt;a href="http://crypticwriter.wordpress.com/"&gt;Joe&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://dennis-in-style.blogspot.com/"&gt;Dennis&lt;/a&gt;, I can open the jam bottle already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tA0xixl8v5Q/SlL5X8tT-hI/AAAAAAAABFs/90LxieyG6og/s1600-h/P7071006.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/_tA0xixl8v5Q/SlL5X8tT-hI/AAAAAAAABFs/90LxieyG6og/s320/P7071006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355617096725428754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My classes ended at 11.00a.m. today because this money-making university canceled all my classes for the evening, so today I had been to the university library which claims to be one of the largest libraries in Southeast Asia (it is really large so I actually have no doubts about it) after my classes before meeting up with &lt;a href="http://crypticwriter.wordpress.com/"&gt;Joe&lt;/a&gt; for lunch and talking with him till 2.00p.m. as he had classes after that. Talking about money-making, the university really knows how to make money. I went to the printing/photocopying shop in the College of Engineering after lunch to print lecture notes from my thumbdrive, and it cost me 20 cents per page - so my RM8 is gone on printing today. I feel sorry for my parents, really - their hard-earned money was paid for my canceled classes and expensive printing. But I already told my mum I'll bring my own printer here next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, did I tell you I fell off the bed while sleeping the other day? This is so embarrassing. Look at the apple-sized bruise on my thigh. There are another 2 rambutan-sized bruises on my legs but they are not as big and hideous as this. I have no ointments with me here in university so I'd have to live with this bruise probably for the rest of my life. I certainly hope not coz' I still want to flaunt my not-so-toned legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tA0xixl8v5Q/SlL6JV5NjxI/AAAAAAAABF0/ZwjqW2vuqbM/s1600-h/P7071007.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/_tA0xixl8v5Q/SlL6JV5NjxI/AAAAAAAABF0/ZwjqW2vuqbM/s320/P7071007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355617945299816210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is what happened: that fateful morning my phone alarm rang to wake me up from my sleep. As my phone was in the drawer under my bed, I turned to my side to grab my phone. The drawer was half open and before I knew it, I fell off the bed and knocked hard on the edge of the drawer. Hence the bruises. I'm not sure if my roommate knows about this but my guess is she does - the knocking was really hard AND loud. Extremely embarrassing - I still don't dare to ask her if she knows about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today I spent RM40 on a second-hand &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Problem-solving and Program Design in C&lt;/span&gt;. Yes, I need to take C-programming this semester. Anyone selling &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thomas' Calculus&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fundamentals of Electric Circuits (4th Edition)&lt;/span&gt; by Charles K. Alexander &amp;amp; Matthew N.O. Sadiku and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A First Course in Differential Equations with Modeling Applications (9th Edition)&lt;/span&gt; by Dennis G. Zill? I desperately need them so that I can start revising at night instead of going to sleep at 9.30p.m. I'm SO not going to waste money on new books so if you have any of those books and want to sell them please on earth tell me. I'll love you to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 more hours to dinner time. Can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To-do: Buy some apples to eat so that my frequency of shitting is constant (everyday) instead of having a few days' break in between shit sessions. OMG this is so rude of me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/508341211695216865-503848648886723833?l=ballroombiscotti.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballroombiscotti.blogspot.com/feeds/503848648886723833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ballroombiscotti.blogspot.com/2009/07/bruises.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508341211695216865/posts/default/503848648886723833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508341211695216865/posts/default/503848648886723833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballroombiscotti.blogspot.com/2009/07/bruises.html' title='Bruises'/><author><name>Winnie Chong</name><email>teenywinnie@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15193056901280620407'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tA0xixl8v5Q/SlL5X8tT-hI/AAAAAAAABFs/90LxieyG6og/s72-c/P7071006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-508341211695216865.post-8283542165588190381</id><published>2009-07-04T22:17:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T12:01:27.386+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='University'/><title type='text'>Everything New</title><content type='html'>Greetings from Universiti Tenaga Nasional (UNITEN), Kajang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm practically singing Krystal Meyers' Love It Away in my room alone as my roommate is not back yet. I'm pretty tired after spending the whole afternoon in Mid Valley with &lt;a href="http://crypticwriter.wordpress.com/"&gt;Joe&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://dennis-in-style.blogspot.com/"&gt;Dennis&lt;/a&gt; (yes, we're all enrolled in the same university), but it was fun. We spent ages in the hardware shop buying hooks for clothes, multi-purpose cloths, air fresheners and tap filters. And the McD take-away for dinner we had by the UNITEN lake was super nice we should do it again soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just went through 6 days of orientation which ended yesterday, and I'm now officially an Electrical &amp;amp; Electronics Engineering student in UNITEN. Classes will start next Monday, and I have subjects like Differential Equation, Advance Calculus and Circuits Analysis lined up for me this semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UNITEN is a nice university. The place is so huge, walking here is like walking from Sitiawan to KL. No kidding. The walk from the guys' apartment to the girls' takes 30 minutes. I've uploaded pictures in my &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=88694&amp;amp;id=800899029&amp;amp;saved#/album.php?aid=88622&amp;amp;id=800899029"&gt;Facebook&lt;/a&gt; so you guys should check them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the best part is having my Sitiawan friends here with me in the same university. Other than Joe and Dennis, &lt;a href="http://cynsheng.wordpress.com/"&gt;Boss&lt;/a&gt; and Chieng is here too. We're like Sitiawan representatives here in UNITEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh, I'm supposed to be sleeping now coz' I'll have to go out jogging with Joe and Dennis tomorrow at 7.00a.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night, world!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/508341211695216865-8283542165588190381?l=ballroombiscotti.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballroombiscotti.blogspot.com/feeds/8283542165588190381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ballroombiscotti.blogspot.com/2009/07/everything-new.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508341211695216865/posts/default/8283542165588190381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508341211695216865/posts/default/8283542165588190381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballroombiscotti.blogspot.com/2009/07/everything-new.html' title='Everything New'/><author><name>Winnie Chong</name><email>teenywinnie@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15193056901280620407'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-508341211695216865.post-6630897319334844830</id><published>2009-06-24T23:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T10:50:14.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Believe</title><content type='html'>The sleepless nights I've been experiencing lately have made me turn to God very frequently these days. Quiet time with God is what I look forward to these nights - talking to Him and having His words speak to me in return is very satisfying. Tonight is one of those nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't exactly know what has happened. I'm going to leave for university in a few days, and with it I want to take along the great memories I had with me. I want to leave with pride, for I have made my parents proud. But it saddens me that certain things have changed even before I leave. I find myself turning to other people rather than to those I used to turn to when I needed someone to talk to. I can't seem to grasp the meaning behind it - it's unfair to say that those people have changed. Maybe it's just me. But all I know is that things have changed. Relationships have changed, friendships have changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find this particular verse very meaningful, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"These trials are only to test your faith, to show that it is strong and pure. It is being tested as fire tests and purifies gold - and your faith is far more precious to God than mere gold. So if your faith remains strong after being tried by fiery trials, it will bring you much praise and glory and honour on the day when Jesus Christ is revealed to the whole world" (I Peter 1:7).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I turn the pages of the Bible tonight I come to this, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Your heavenly Father already knows all your needs, and He will give you all you need from day to day if you live for Him and make the Kingdom of God your primary concern. So don't worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will bring its own worries. Today's trouble is enough for today" (Matthew 6:32-34).&lt;/span&gt; This is indeed very reassuring. I know that every feeling I have in me right now, He feels them too. I am scared of the changes that have occurred lately, I am worried that friendships will come to an end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I've decided to put all my trust in Him. I believe that He has plans directed for me. I believe that the things that have happened, however bad they may be, are part of His plans. I must say that I am glad I choose to trust Him at all times. I choose to believe that people may change and leave, but He will never leave me. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Trust in the Lord with all your heart; do not depend on your own understanding. Seek His will in all you do, and He will direct your paths" (Proverbs 3:5-6).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I leave home this Saturday I'll bring this with me: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Be strong and courageous! Do not be afraid or discouraged. For the Lord your God is with you wherever you go" (Joshua 1:9).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, He has been my companion during the lonely nights. He is always there for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/508341211695216865-6630897319334844830?l=ballroombiscotti.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballroombiscotti.blogspot.com/feeds/6630897319334844830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ballroombiscotti.blogspot.com/2009/06/sleepless-nights-ive-been-experiencing.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508341211695216865/posts/default/6630897319334844830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508341211695216865/posts/default/6630897319334844830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballroombiscotti.blogspot.com/2009/06/sleepless-nights-ive-been-experiencing.html' title='I Believe'/><author><name>Winnie Chong</name><email>teenywinnie@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15193056901280620407'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-508341211695216865.post-4242906450721086682</id><published>2009-06-16T16:46:00.019+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T10:55:18.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Editorial Board of 2008</title><content type='html'>I was looking through the photos from my school's Editorial Board CDs while looking for my mugshot taken last year (mugshot to be developed into passport-sized pictures for university use) when I stumbled upon some pictures - some taken with other EB members, some randomly taken by the photographers. They bring back the great memories I had when I was working with the EB team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristie, Jennifer, Aryati and I. And I thought I have never taken any pictures with you, Aryati!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tA0xixl8v5Q/SjddPn80CEI/AAAAAAAABFE/uKIQOAMZ6yA/s1600-h/P1100723.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tA0xixl8v5Q/SjddPn80CEI/AAAAAAAABFE/uKIQOAMZ6yA/s320/P1100723.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347845605529225282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours truly, taken at Sien Son's garden. It was for the front pages of the 2008 magazine but another picture was used instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tA0xixl8v5Q/Sjdd4cJvP2I/AAAAAAAABFM/GV_VStkneZo/s1600-h/IMG_1865.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/_tA0xixl8v5Q/Sjdd4cJvP2I/AAAAAAAABFM/GV_VStkneZo/s320/IMG_1865.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347846306736848738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Markie and I after the class photoshoot last year. We are weird cam whores. So rude of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tA0xixl8v5Q/SjdfAgnCzrI/AAAAAAAABFc/ZvslyAcMii8/s1600-h/IMG_2552.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/_tA0xixl8v5Q/SjdfAgnCzrI/AAAAAAAABFc/ZvslyAcMii8/s320/IMG_2552.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347847544884088498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, the girls admiring Aryati's watch! Are you still keeping it, Aryati?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tA0xixl8v5Q/SjdfaCFIULI/AAAAAAAABFk/fI1MaRq7dRM/s1600-h/P1100721.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tA0xixl8v5Q/SjdfaCFIULI/AAAAAAAABFk/fI1MaRq7dRM/s320/P1100721.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347847983365378226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as I was browsing the photos I accidentally stumbled upon this cute EB-made video of &lt;a href="http://jefwayne.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jef&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://rytmnrh.blogspot.com/"&gt;Aryati&lt;/a&gt; singing Bleeding Love. You both are really funny, the video will be my dose of entertainment for another 10 years to come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss working with the Editorial Board. It was fun, I felt like I was Daniel Meade/Wilhemina Slater working for Mode. Just that I was the Webmaster, not the Editor. &lt;a href="http://cynsheng.wordpress.com/"&gt;Boss&lt;/a&gt; was the Editor. Right, Boss?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I just saw another video of the duo attempting to speak in the British/American accent. OMG. Aryati I'll send it to you via MSN soon. I miss you guys! Meanwhile let's &lt;a href="http://www.plurk.com/ISFJ"&gt;Plurk&lt;/a&gt; till we drop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: Thank you loads Sien Son for your help!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/508341211695216865-4242906450721086682?l=ballroombiscotti.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballroombiscotti.blogspot.com/feeds/4242906450721086682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ballroombiscotti.blogspot.com/2009/06/editorial-board-brings-meaning-to-life.html#comment-form' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508341211695216865/posts/default/4242906450721086682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508341211695216865/posts/default/4242906450721086682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballroombiscotti.blogspot.com/2009/06/editorial-board-brings-meaning-to-life.html' title='The Editorial Board of 2008'/><author><name>Winnie Chong</name><email>teenywinnie@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15193056901280620407'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tA0xixl8v5Q/SjddPn80CEI/AAAAAAAABFE/uKIQOAMZ6yA/s72-c/P1100723.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-508341211695216865.post-8349751654748486187</id><published>2009-06-13T10:27:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T18:41:07.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kelly Clarkson's All I Ever Wanted CD</title><content type='html'>I'm SO excited - look what came by courier this morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelly Clarkson's latest album - All I Ever Wanted! She looks so fat in this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tA0xixl8v5Q/SjMO-KexH9I/AAAAAAAABEk/Ad1ebVTjvbA/s1600-h/P6130862.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tA0xixl8v5Q/SjMO-KexH9I/AAAAAAAABEk/Ad1ebVTjvbA/s400/P6130862.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346633643746992082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently I won the Sony BMG Kelly Clarkson/Galaxie contest that I entered in April. I did not even know about my winning until I received the CD, since I don't buy Galaxie that often. I personally believe RM5 is too expensive for a thin magazine like Galaxie. Cleo is so thick and it only costs RM5.60.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tA0xixl8v5Q/SjMP5IKqycI/AAAAAAAABEs/I0IwFAj62L4/s1600-h/P6130859.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tA0xixl8v5Q/SjMP5IKqycI/AAAAAAAABEs/I0IwFAj62L4/s400/P6130859.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346634656738101698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never won anything my entire life. Seriously. Not even lucky draws. All I ever won are some tubes of toothpaste when I sent over my essays to The Star's StarChild when I was in primary school. So you can imagine how excited I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tA0xixl8v5Q/SjMQ5xZBY0I/AAAAAAAABE0/enaCfAkDX_A/s1600-h/P6130860.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tA0xixl8v5Q/SjMQ5xZBY0I/AAAAAAAABE0/enaCfAkDX_A/s400/P6130860.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346635767315784514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tA0xixl8v5Q/SjMRiE24iGI/AAAAAAAABE8/WOHON6gskY0/s1600-h/P6130861.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tA0xixl8v5Q/SjMRiE24iGI/AAAAAAAABE8/WOHON6gskY0/s400/P6130861.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346636459736074338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already have her album in my iTunes that I downloaded a couple of months ago, so I've listened to all of her songs before the CD came. But my mum has requested for me to put the CD in her car coz' apparently she likes My Life Would Suck Without You. I know, my mum is &lt;span&gt;super&lt;/span&gt; cool - she can even sing Lady GaGa's Poker Face. You bet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The album is awesome. Better than My December.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quick, congratulate me!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/508341211695216865-8349751654748486187?l=ballroombiscotti.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballroombiscotti.blogspot.com/feeds/8349751654748486187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ballroombiscotti.blogspot.com/2009/06/kelly-clarksons-all-i-ever-wanted.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508341211695216865/posts/default/8349751654748486187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508341211695216865/posts/default/8349751654748486187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballroombiscotti.blogspot.com/2009/06/kelly-clarksons-all-i-ever-wanted.html' title='Kelly Clarkson&apos;s All I Ever Wanted CD'/><author><name>Winnie Chong</name><email>teenywinnie@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15193056901280620407'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tA0xixl8v5Q/SjMO-KexH9I/AAAAAAAABEk/Ad1ebVTjvbA/s72-c/P6130862.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-508341211695216865.post-3229232213607792916</id><published>2009-06-07T10:15:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T11:54:51.478+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iPod nano'/><title type='text'>Rewind</title><content type='html'>Watched Madagascar last night and was instantly reminded of the great times spent last December watching it with close friends in Australia. Will there be any chances of doing it again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have 11GBs of songs in my iPod! Someone please tell me what songs/albums to delete, because I only have less than 5GB of space left, which will be filled up in a few months. Should have gotten the 120GB/160GB classic to last me a lifetime's supply of music instead of a year's with my current nano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be having my medical check-up for university soon. I'm pretty worried the doctor will diagnose something on me after the check-up. Touch wood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And mini umbrellas are so expensive. My mum bought one for me for RM12. I mean, it's a mini umbrella. Should it cost so much?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/508341211695216865-3229232213607792916?l=ballroombiscotti.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballroombiscotti.blogspot.com/feeds/3229232213607792916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ballroombiscotti.blogspot.com/2009/06/rewind.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508341211695216865/posts/default/3229232213607792916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508341211695216865/posts/default/3229232213607792916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballroombiscotti.blogspot.com/2009/06/rewind.html' title='Rewind'/><author><name>Winnie Chong</name><email>teenywinnie@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15193056901280620407'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-508341211695216865.post-4862065718530143909</id><published>2009-06-02T14:17:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T11:23:52.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't Wait!</title><content type='html'>I am SO excited - I just bought something online and I can't wait for it to arrive! The seller said I'll get it either tomorrow or Thursday. I hope I'll get it tomorrow (so that the RM10 delivery cost is worth it!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent half a day looking for it around Sitiawan and could not find it anywhere. I don't know if I can find it in Ipoh and I don't go to KL often so why not buy online, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So excited. I bet I can't sleep tonight. Aryati must be having fun in Singapore - I wish to go to Singapore again sometime soon *looks at Daddy with a hopeful look*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Edited (Thursday June 4th 2009, 4.40p.m.):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I finally received what I've been waiting for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Introducing my new notebook cooler, Cooler Master NotePal Infinite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tA0xixl8v5Q/SieJN8r502I/AAAAAAAABEE/_syzb3uaAo4/s1600-h/Box.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tA0xixl8v5Q/SieJN8r502I/AAAAAAAABEE/_syzb3uaAo4/s400/Box.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343390355619959650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was sent over by SkyNet at around 1.30p.m. after I tracked the delivery progress online the whole morning:&lt;br /&gt;04 June 09 - 1.48p.m. - Sitiawan - Delivered&lt;br /&gt;04 June 09 - 11.46a.m. - Sitiawan - Out for Delivery&lt;br /&gt;04 June 09 - 8.32a.m. - Sitiawan - Arrived Sitiawan&lt;br /&gt;03 June 09 - 9.18p.m. - Petaling Jaya - Linehaul to HUB&lt;br /&gt;03 June 09 - 8.51p.m. - Petaling Jaya - Scheduled for Departure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it gorgeous? I bought this from &lt;a href="http://forum.lowyat.net/"&gt;Lowyat.NET&lt;/a&gt; under &lt;a href="http://forum.lowyat.net/GarageSales"&gt;Garage Sales&lt;/a&gt; for RM110. As I had never purchased stuff online before (except pizzas), I was skeptical about banking-in the money to the seller but I was desperate - I searched for this cooler at 4 computer shops in Sitiawan but to no avail. Luckily I was not cheated =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tA0xixl8v5Q/SieJoQ3l7rI/AAAAAAAABEM/m4hLE7sj3Qk/s1600-h/Cooler+%2B+Box.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tA0xixl8v5Q/SieJoQ3l7rI/AAAAAAAABEM/m4hLE7sj3Qk/s400/Cooler+%2B+Box.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343390807714295474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It comes with a 4-port USB hub in case I want to plug in additional devices but have no enough ports on my laptop. The design is slanted, something that I really like about it. And oh, you can choose from 3 settings for the fan speed - high, medium or low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tA0xixl8v5Q/SieKL4ZwrSI/AAAAAAAABEU/f3kQXkV2Z24/s1600-h/Side+view.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/_tA0xixl8v5Q/SieKL4ZwrSI/AAAAAAAABEU/f3kQXkV2Z24/s400/Side+view.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343391419622010146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And making its debut online, my 2-month-old HP Compaq Presario CQ40-309TU! Allow me to brag about it a little, please - Intel(R) Core(TM) 2 Duo with P8600 (2.4GHz), 2GB RAM, 320GB HDD... It's a tough baby, I accidentally dropped it hard on a marble table a couple of nights ago and it is still as tough as a rock! I plan to name it after Blair Waldorf's cat, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kitty Minky&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tA0xixl8v5Q/SieLoULoeGI/AAAAAAAABEc/AqVt9eG29Tk/s1600-h/Laptop.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tA0xixl8v5Q/SieLoULoeGI/AAAAAAAABEc/AqVt9eG29Tk/s400/Laptop.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343393007626909794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, enough of bragging. I'm tired already. Kitty Minky is not so hot already now, thanks to the new notebook cooler!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: Public university application results will be out on June the 19th. Gosh. My mum is already in the process of buying an electric kettle, an iron and a hair-dryer for me to smuggle into university soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/508341211695216865-4862065718530143909?l=ballroombiscotti.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballroombiscotti.blogspot.com/feeds/4862065718530143909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ballroombiscotti.blogspot.com/2009/06/cant-wait.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508341211695216865/posts/default/4862065718530143909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508341211695216865/posts/default/4862065718530143909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballroombiscotti.blogspot.com/2009/06/cant-wait.html' title='Can&apos;t Wait!'/><author><name>Winnie Chong</name><email>teenywinnie@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15193056901280620407'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tA0xixl8v5Q/SieJN8r502I/AAAAAAAABEE/_syzb3uaAo4/s72-c/Box.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-508341211695216865.post-1126332531039720609</id><published>2009-05-20T11:32:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T21:41:29.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'>American Idol 8</title><content type='html'>Americans, please let Arkansas heartthrob Kris Allen be the American Idol this season. Let that &lt;strike&gt;gay&lt;/strike&gt; too-much-mascara-and-eyeliner Adam Lambert lose. Girls, look at Kris and you know he's The One. I bet any guy would fall in love with him too. Just look at those eyes. Too bad he's married =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tA0xixl8v5Q/ShQBrb19opI/AAAAAAAABDs/pNNIcTHyFbQ/s1600-h/Kris+Allen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tA0xixl8v5Q/ShQBrb19opI/AAAAAAAABDs/pNNIcTHyFbQ/s400/Kris+Allen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337893304060977810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't think I want him to win just because he's hot. Take a listen to his rendition of Kanye West's 'Heartless' or Michael Jackson's 'Man in the Mirror' or Bill Wither's 'Ain't No Sunshine' or the finale song co-written by Idol judge Kara DioGuardi 'No Boundaries' and you will get what I mean. He has the talents while that Adam just shrieks all his way to the top, I have no idea how he managed to even be in the finale. Kris's 'Heartless' just climbed onto the #1 spot in my iPod's Top 25 Most Played while Adam's songs are nowhere in my laptop and iPod. No offense, Adam's fans (particularly Tze Ching)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not homophobic but I do prefer straight men. And men who can play the guitar. And men with dreamy eyes. And also men who can sing and not shriek.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/508341211695216865-1126332531039720609?l=ballroombiscotti.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballroombiscotti.blogspot.com/feeds/1126332531039720609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ballroombiscotti.blogspot.com/2009/05/american-idol-8.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508341211695216865/posts/default/1126332531039720609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508341211695216865/posts/default/1126332531039720609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballroombiscotti.blogspot.com/2009/05/american-idol-8.html' title='American Idol 8'/><author><name>Winnie Chong</name><email>teenywinnie@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15193056901280620407'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tA0xixl8v5Q/ShQBrb19opI/AAAAAAAABDs/pNNIcTHyFbQ/s72-c/Kris+Allen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-508341211695216865.post-4173989555565856563</id><published>2009-05-11T09:49:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T11:52:53.627+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Singapore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travels'/><title type='text'>Singapore - Back and Very Glad</title><content type='html'>Home sweet home - I'm back in Sitiawan after a 5-day holiday in Singapore in my quest to fill up my very empty passport. Just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The journey back from Singapore on Friday was really bad I vow never to visit Singapore by land anymore. Next time I'll search for the RM1.00 Air Asia offer to Singapore instead, I don't care about the ammonia smell as long as I can get there faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore is indeed a very beautiful country, no doubt. A country where I can use my iPod to the max since everyone there listens to it 24/7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And look at this one thing that I've bought from Times! So excited. Yeah, my one and only source to the scandalous lives of Manhattan's elite. And the cover has Blair Waldorf and Dan Humphrey kissing Serena van der Woodsen on it. Definitely a must-buy. Picture taken at Starbucks, Orchard Road while waiting for Jyh Huei - we met up for lunch. It was great meeting up with a Sitiawan friend in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tA0xixl8v5Q/SgeJq6O8y9I/AAAAAAAABDE/PeLJqdAmX3w/s1600-h/P5080851.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/_tA0xixl8v5Q/SgeJq6O8y9I/AAAAAAAABDE/PeLJqdAmX3w/s400/P5080851.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334383653923113938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can sense Lee Hann cursing Gossip Girl as he reads this. I saw Dexter too but chose to buy Gossip Girl over it. The Dexter book does not have Dexter Morgan on the cover. If it had I'd buy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I particularly love the scenery outside of Vivo City, the largest shopping centre in Singapore. I took the MRT there on my own *so proud* It was 9 stations from the place I stayed (Serangoon), around 21 minutes of MRT ride to Harbour Front. The cable cars behind were heading to Sentosa Island but I did not go. Did not have the guts to do so on my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tA0xixl8v5Q/SgeNvY_lg_I/AAAAAAAABDM/3YeXpG_BjLA/s1600-h/P5070831.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tA0xixl8v5Q/SgeNvY_lg_I/AAAAAAAABDM/3YeXpG_BjLA/s400/P5070831.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334388128946160626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tA0xixl8v5Q/SgeVjEMknZI/AAAAAAAABDc/E0xyTfoNS6Q/s1600-h/P5070834.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tA0xixl8v5Q/SgeVjEMknZI/AAAAAAAABDc/E0xyTfoNS6Q/s400/P5070834.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334396713298075026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad to be home again coz' I need not worry about getting my own food. My typical breakfast in Singapore is this - 7 Eleven's quick bites while chatting online with my bestie. How to survive university life in the future, I have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tA0xixl8v5Q/SgeQ3NJQfmI/AAAAAAAABDU/2_IYoOYZqUU/s1600-h/P5080849.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tA0xixl8v5Q/SgeQ3NJQfmI/AAAAAAAABDU/2_IYoOYZqUU/s400/P5080849.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334391561739337314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall the trip was great, but I could have visited more places had I known earlier the location of the Serangoon MRT station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I'm back it's time to prepare for university! Now where can I get a really nice backpack for my laptop?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you love me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/508341211695216865-4173989555565856563?l=ballroombiscotti.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballroombiscotti.blogspot.com/feeds/4173989555565856563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ballroombiscotti.blogspot.com/2009/05/singapore-back-and-very-glad.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508341211695216865/posts/default/4173989555565856563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508341211695216865/posts/default/4173989555565856563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballroombiscotti.blogspot.com/2009/05/singapore-back-and-very-glad.html' title='Singapore - Back and Very Glad'/><author><name>Winnie Chong</name><email>teenywinnie@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15193056901280620407'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tA0xixl8v5Q/SgeJq6O8y9I/AAAAAAAABDE/PeLJqdAmX3w/s72-c/P5080851.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-508341211695216865.post-6567535201683279341</id><published>2009-05-04T11:07:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T11:53:12.161+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Singapore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travels'/><title type='text'>A Twist from My Usual Morning</title><content type='html'>Greetings from &lt;strong&gt;Singapore&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached here at approximately 6.00 a.m. to be screened by the Singapore customs for swine flu. They really freaked me out with all the masks and questions like "Have you been to Mexico lately?". As this is my first time here the customs officer gave me evils.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after a short nap after what seemed like a 10-hour journey (longer than the flight to Australia!), I'm here online using my cousin's laptop while she's off working. She's really awesome - she travelled here with me last night and we reached at 6.00 a.m. and now she's working. Imagine the energy she had in her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore's pretty cold right now, it has been raining ever since I got here. Or maybe it's the air-conditioning in the room. Oh well. I'm homesick already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily my mum insisted that I bring snacks with me here. She's so smart - I have no idea where to get my lunch soon as my cousin will only be back for dinner so I'll be snacking or having instant noodles for lunch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/508341211695216865-6567535201683279341?l=ballroombiscotti.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballroombiscotti.blogspot.com/feeds/6567535201683279341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ballroombiscotti.blogspot.com/2009/05/twist-from-my-usual-morning-routines.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508341211695216865/posts/default/6567535201683279341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508341211695216865/posts/default/6567535201683279341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballroombiscotti.blogspot.com/2009/05/twist-from-my-usual-morning-routines.html' title='A Twist from My Usual Morning'/><author><name>Winnie Chong</name><email>teenywinnie@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15193056901280620407'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry></feed>